Fire At Dusk: The Firefighters Of Darling Bay - Plot & Excerpts
Hank hadn’t been able to sleep, not even after he got up and went for a run in the middle of the night, battling his way through the freezing night-time air, his lungs heaving with something he hoped would turn to tiredness. He’d come back and gotten into bed, and instead of dropping into sleep, his head had spun with thoughts of her. The taste of her. The feel of the nape of her neck in his hand. The way her body molded to his, the way when he kissed her she responded with the perfect heat before she took it even higher. No fire he’d ever fought, not even the one at the magnesium plant seven years before, had ever burned hotter than she did against him. After a cold shower followed by a hundred push-ups, he’d finally started getting tired. He dropped off to sleep sometime after five a.m., so when the doorbell shrilled, Hank shoved his head under the pillow and cursed. The doorbell rang again. Gramma Maureen had a signature way of doing it—she pushed the button once, quickly, and then, always unsure it had rung inside since her hearing was going, she’d lean on it for a long minute.
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