Deck the Fire Halls

You deserve to be happy, Rob. Do what makes you happy. Do what feeds your soul.

You mean venturing outside? When there were perfectly good books to be read inside by the fire?

—and the house is cold, and my bed is lonely. Everything is gray and gloomy over there, and everything here is warm and yellow.” He chuckled. “Thank you for describing my house like a urine sample.

This was absurd. One gorgeous, smart single gay man turns up in town and I’m all over him like a dog in heat.

It’s happening again,” he whispered, nudging Jayden. “I know,” Jayden replied. “This needs to be studied.” Um, what?

I turned to find none other than Soren, with his breathtaking smile and those damn firefighter coveralls, which he had done up now. Sadly, no tight gray T-shirt on display. “I’m beginning to think you’re following me,” I said. His grin widened. “Oh, I absolutely am. Watched you walk in here and told the boss I was going to lunch.

I had issues. I had a problem with how the world worked, and I was cynical and angry at a system I couldn’t change. No prospective guy wanted to deal with that on top of me working ninety hours a week. Hell, I didn’t even want to deal with me.

Of course he was washing the fire engine. Because of course he was. Of course he was wearing his coveralls rolled down to his waist, and of course his gray T-shirt clung to his ripped body like a glove. Of course it did.

had a real good feeling about him. I dunno how or why, because he was certainly not my type, but there was something—something—about Robinson O’Reilly that made my heart take notice.