own. Isabelle dialed back the aggression. "I'm sorry. You caught me off guard. Look, you seem like a nice enough guy, but I just got out of a bad relationship and came up here to clear my head." What are you doing? The most gorgeous man is talking to you and asked you out and you're turning him down. You need help. Psychiatric help. Donovan's phone chirped again. "I understand. Maybe coffee tomorrow, then?" He smiled at Isabelle and his eyes lit up. He was just too hard for her to resist. "Okay, coffee, tomorrow morning. Same time?" She winked. "Same place." He winked back. His sly smile and deep coffee-colored eyes instantly made her panties wet. Isabelle sighed as she sat back down. He turned away and headed for the door. Isabelle watched him as he walked to the door. He had the most delightful ass. It was round and firm, and it filled his tight black pants like a rock star from the eighties. Her juices soaked her panties at the thought of him lying naked on her bed while she sucked his massive cock. His ripped body must be a sight. Isabelle continued to watch him walk across the street to the firehouse.
"Good morning, gentlemen." Donovan strolled through the firehouse door like he owned the place. While he didn't technically own it, he had poured a lot of money into the building and their firefighting technology. Money was of no concern to Donovan and his brothers. They did everything they could to support Scarlett Mountain financially and as protectors. They sat around the dining table discussing the fire watch report and weather forecast. Summers on the mountain could be long and hot, but once the fall air crept in, ending threat of fire, they returned to their homes. "Hey, Don, looks like those assholes in Applewood did that controlled burn yesterday and did a piss-poor job of putting it out." Colton Rogers was second in command behind Donovan. He spent much of the off season studying wildfire mitigation. "Alright," Don replied. "Let's just keep a close eye on it this morning. Zak, keep a close eye on the weather, especially the wind direction. I can't believe those idiots are this incompetent. Record high yesterday and probably today. I can't think of a worse time for a controlled burn." Don read over the report and the accompanying weather forecast. Winds could carry embers from the burn onto the backside of Scarlett Mountain and quickly get out of control. Spring precipitation on the mountain had been about half of average so there was a lot of dry brush – plenty of fuel for an inferno. "Jake and Axton, why don't you guys go up in the helicopter here in a few to take a look at the area. We need to stay ahead of any hot spots. It's dry as hell on that side of the mountain, so we need to be proactive." Donovan tried to stay calm about it, but all he wanted to do was find the guy who'd authorized the controlled burn and punch him in the throat. "Cool, Don, will do," Jake said as he grabbed his coffee mug and headed to the helipad. Donovan had had the helipad put in a few years ago during a brutal fire season. Drought had gripped much of the region that summer and you could almost set your watch by the wildfires. Some fire seasons were worse than others and that year was one of the worst that Don and his brothers could remember. It was even worse than the wildfire season of nearly twenty years ago, the one which had claimed the lives of their parents. The guys finished their coffee and discussed the options and possible weather conditions. None of them would take a "wait and see" attitude when it came to their town and any potential danger. Donovan finished handing out assignments to his brothers and stayed behind at the ready for local emergencies.
Isabelle felt like she was high. After leaving the bakery, she couldn't wipe the smile from her face. An absolutely gorgeous man had approached her and asked her out on a date. He didn't turn and run when she nearly jumped his ass. Jumping his ass was pretty