Burnin' Love [Men for Hire: Firemen 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free

I’m saying that there’s another team of men that are closer than we are. They can get to you faster. Or better yet, you can get to them.”
    She held the phone against her ear and watched the brown-haired lady pace up and down the sidewalk, then turn around abruptly and head down an alley.
    I guess her boyfriend stood her up. Shit. Lousy men are coming out all over the place.
    “I didn’t know that. So you have teams here now?”
    “Not exactly. It’s kind of an off-shoot of Cowboys for Hire. Same concept, same kind of help. But the men aren’t cowboys.”
    He’d thrown her for another loop. “Then what are they?” She chuckled. “Plumbers?”
    “Nope. They’re firefighters.”
    “You’re kidding. As in men who run into burning buildings? That kind of firefighters?”
    “I don’t know of any other kind. Except maybe the kind who fight forest fires. Trust me, Daisy, they’re as good as my men are. Even if they are new to the job.”
    She had to admit it. The idea of firemen coming to the rescue not only during a fire, but in other times of need made her a little hot. She could picture topless men wearing yellow fire helmets and those cute khaki pants with suspenders. Or better yet, wearing nothing but their big black boots.
    “Daisy? You there?”
    “Yeah. I, um, got distracted for a minute. So how do I get in contact with these guys?”
    “Hang on. Let me get you their info.”
    She waited, hearing noises as Gabriel moved around his office. He was back in a couple of minutes.
    “I’ll send you a text with the address.”
    She frowned. “Why can’t I give them a call? Unless you can call them for me?”
    “Naw, it’s better that you go to them. I don’t like to phone them. I wouldn’t want to catch them while they’re out on a call.”
    Her imagination took hold again. Walking into a fire station wouldn’t be so bad. In fact, it might be downright fantastic. She might be able to catch more than one or two hot fire hunks to look at. A little eye candy never hurt anyone, even during troubled times. Hell, especially during troubled times.
    She glanced down as her phone beeped, telling her that his text had come through. “Got it. Thanks as always, Gabriel.”
    “No thanks necessary. Just tell her to—”
    “Yeah, I know. I’ll tell her to pass it along when the time comes.”

Chapter Two
     
    “Daisy, I don’t think I can go inside.” Melissa leaned against the passenger side of the door as though that would keep her farther from the fire station.
    Daisy wasn’t surprised. If anything had surprised her, it was that she’d gotten Melissa to come with her in the first place. The girl was skittish about everything and everyone. She’d finally told her that she could either come along or she’d leave her behind. Not that she would have, but the threat had done the trick.
    “You don’t have to. I’ll find the men we’re looking for.” She took another look at the station. One of the huge garage doors was open. Two red engines waited for the moment they’d be needed.
    She could make out a few of the men walking around, their forms shadowed by the setting sun. Walking up and asking for a man named Paul Winchester was gutsy, but then again, she prided herself on being a gutsy kind of woman.
    She slid out of her new Mini Cooper Sportster—one of the biggest splurges she’d ever made—gave Melissa a comforting smile once again, then headed for the open garage. The closer she got, the more details she could see.
    She paused just inside the garage and swept her gaze around the large enclosure. Boots were tucked under a metal bench that was topped with a rack with separate compartments for each man’s clothes. Khaki and yellow firemen jackets hung on hooks to her left with hard hats each boasting the word “Fireman” and a number on it. No names, just numbers.
    Was that so they could re-use the uniform and hat should anything happen to the fireman? She hated to even think about it, but