Bear The Blaze (Firebear Brides 3) Read Free

man! You should know by now that I can work my magic when needed.”
    Redmond chuckled and looped an arm around her shoulder, tugging her along.
    “Sure, Miss Wrench. Come on, let me introduce you to the rest of the clan,” he said casually, leading her toward the bustle of current and soon-to-be Hamiltons lined up on the porch of Hamilton House.
    Abigail Ramirez needed one hard look at the house to know she liked it. It had a homey vibe, something warm and comforting about it that reminded her of her grandmother and happier times that were decidedly not in Los Angeles. Wiping her hands on her dark jeans—greasy as they usually were—she extended her hand to the first hulking figure to cross her path.
    “Hamiltons, this is Abigail Ramirez. I call her a nuisance, but you can call her Abby. She’s here to help us out with our little fire engine issue,” Redmond introduced her with a flourish, wearing an easy smile on his face.
    If the bastard thought that Abigail missed the look he shared with Royce for a second, he was sadly mistaken. But her attention shifted immediately when a warm paw grabbed hers. It belonged to the most gorgeous man she’d ever had the fortune of seeing, and it sent an electric shock of desire flying through her. Turning her big green eyes to the man—who was towering above her, as it seemed to be the Hamilton way—her breath got stuck in her throat. What was supposed to be a “Hello” turned into an indecipherable mewl.
    He had a neat, short buzz cut and his dark brows seemed to be forever ground up in a scowl, considering the lines on his face. But right now, both those magnificent eyebrows were arched in surprise, mirroring her own. He had a tan that showed off his mouthwatering features, and it didn’t take much to notice the way his shirt clung to his hard muscles, promising one hell of a body underneath.
    There were butterflies in her stomach— what the hell! —and her hand was getting sweaty with excitement. With her heart beating twice as fast, both she and the mystery hunk withdrew from the handshake, thoroughly stirred up, if not to say shaken.
    “That’s my brother Ragnar,” Redmond announced, then turning Abigail to meet the others.
    “Hey,” she managed with a wavering smile now, greeting Tiana and Rose—Royce’s and Redmond’s girlfriends—and then Royce himself.
    “Ah, so we get to see the elusive Miss Ramirez. The few times I’ve had a conversation with Redmond before all of this happened, he couldn’t shut up about this badass mechanic who could fix everything in the world. I assume that’s you, huh?” Royce asked with a chuckle, making Abigail clear her head a little.
    Right! You’re here for a reason, not to stare wistfully in the eyes of a big cuddlebear. I mean firebear.
    Gritting her teeth quietly, Abigail nodded, trying her hardest not to sneak a glance at Ragnar. With the pleasantries exchanged, the big bear of a man excused himself from the rest of the group and Abigail was left looking at his retreating back as he trundled down the stairs to check out the truck she’d brought. Damn , that man could draw attention to himself. Easy, fluid movements and such power packed into a delicious package—Abigail had to pinch herself to make sure she hadn’t died and gone to firebear heaven, where all the men were shirtless and every one of them looked like Ragnar.
    “Man, that thing’s a piece of work,” Redmond commented wryly, leaning on the railing around the porch. “I can’t believe you got it to work.”
    “Huh?” she questioned, but her brain kicked back into gear soon enough to understand that Redmond was not referring to Ragnar—though he too was a piece of work —but Old Bell.
    “You said you needed a damn truck and I got you a damn truck. I remind you that you did not specify the details of said arrangement,” Abigail snapped, sticking her tongue out at Redmond.
    Puffing out her chest, Abigail snorted, making like she was looking at her