I came here on business. He made it personal.
I came to Missoula looking for the kind of firefighter who would look good in a photo shoot. Not the kind who would spank my bare a$$ red for putting myself in danger and being sassy about it.
The infuriatingly sexy smokejumper whose name I’m currently scream!ng whenever I manage to draw enough of a ragged breath between one brutal cl!max and the next turned out to be both.
And as far as he’s concerned, I’m his now.
