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

narrowed her eyes at the tallest of the pair. Although most men were taller than she was, she could tell that he had to be a few inches more than six feet. The other man and Paul were tall, probably over six feet as well, but they were an inch or so shorter than he was.
    His wavy hair was thick at the top, but shaved on the sides. His face was kind and his eyes radiated humor. He stuck out his hand and grinned. She wiped her palm on the inside of her pants, then took it.
    “Daisy Winters, you sure look good.”
    She felt like an idiot when her jaw dropped. “Do I know you?”
    The other man—no doubt his brother judging from their similar facial features—had a tattoo covering most of his right arm. The devil tattoo had flames licking outward from its body with the devil’s pitch-fork tail crawling over his shoulder blade to the side of his neck. His blond hair wasn’t shaved on the sides like his brother’s, but was still close-cut.
    “You don’t recognize us, do you?” The grinning brother wrapped his arm over the other two men’s shoulders. “It’s me, Daisy. Wade Chambliss.”
    She’d finally managed to close her mouth, but what he’d said made her open it again like a ventriloquist’s dummy. “Wade Chambliss? Is that really you?” She turned her attention to the tattooed man. “Then this has got to be Troy, right?”
    The Chambliss brothers she’d known in high school hadn’t looked anything like these amazing hunks. Instead, they’d been the epitome of the ninety-pound weakling in stereo. She hadn’t run in the same crowd as they had—she’d hung out more with art students than the nerd herd—but she remembered how much they’d gotten bullied by the jocks. She’d felt sorry for them, had on one occasion even stuck up for them, but that was the extent of their interaction.
    “How’ve you been, Daisy? We lost track of you senior year.” Troy’s voice wasn’t as deep and rich as Paul’s but it held a quality to it that made her think of silk sheets.
    “I moved to Destiny.”
    Wade pointed at her in an “ah-ha” kind of way. “Yeah. I remember that now. I heard a couple years later that you’d taken over the bed and breakfast. Are you still doing that?”
    She had to string more than two sentences together before she started sounding like even more of an idiot than she felt. “I did. And yeah, I’m still there. I love Destiny and running the B&B.”
    Both Troy and Wade gave her appreciative once-overs. If they’d checked her out like that while in high school, with the smoke and heat they had in their eyes, she might’ve given them more than a cursory glance. “I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you at first. Wow. You’ve changed a lot.”
    Wade laughed when she cringed at what she’d said. “I’m sorry. That came out wrong.”
    “Don’t worry about it. We have changed. We’re not the weak little nerds you used to know.”
    “You can say that again.” She didn’t usually have a problem saying the right thing, but around them, she was losing it. “You’re freakin’ amazing.” She groaned. “Oh, crap. I did it again.”
    “Same old straight-talking Daisy.” This time Troy joined Wade and laughed. “And thanks.”
    “If you three are finished reliving your high school days, maybe she can tell us why she’s here.”
    The wide smile she’d had died. She’d almost forgotten about Melissa and why she’d come to the station. “A friend of mine told me to ask for Paul.” She glanced around, then leveled her attention on the Chambliss brothers. “Uh, it’s kind of a sensitive matter. If you don’t mind, maybe you could give us a little privacy?”
    “Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of them.” Paul crossed his arms. The gesture made him appear even more formidable.
    “He’s right, Daisy.” Troy hooked his thumbs in his pockets, making the muscles in his arms flex in a very enticing way. “He’s like a brother to us. All the guys at the