Torch

Fighting wildfires is dangerous as hell. If I f*ck it up I get a hundred-foot wall of flame coming at me with nowhere to run, no escape, and no rescue - but it’s still the best damn job in the world.

And women? They practically line up to slide down my pole. I never did like repeating myself.

Not since she broke my heart into a thousand pieces, anyway.

Clementine’s that ex. The one I haven’t seen in eight years. The one I thought I was going to marry until she dumped my ass while I was on active duty in Afghanistan.

The one who’s suddenly next door when my crew has a few days off in her tiny town, and who’s impossible to ignore.

She’s still hotter than any fire I’ve ever fought, still the same feisty, whip-smart, headstrong girl I fell for all those years ago.

We already went down in flames once, but I’ve never wanted anyone like I want Clementine. Not even close.

F*ck it. I need to have her again, even if it’s just one more time, and to hell with the consequences.