Where There's Smoke: inspirational romantic suspense (Montana Fire Book 1)

by Susan May Warren

  She laughed, shook her head, and picked her way up the stairs to the front door. Then, as he followed—he couldn’t help it, really, just in case the floor decided to give way—she dug into her pocket.

  Produced a key.

  She fitted it into the front door lock. Fiddled with it. “Shoot, it’s stuck.”

  He stepped up. “Let me try.” He took the handle, wiggled the key, and slowly turned it, feeling the grooves of the lock until the tumblers clicked into place.

  The door swung open.

  To his shock, the inside had weathered the years well, the entryway floor layered in dust. Two rooms led off the hallway—a parlor and a family room. They were still intact despite the wallpaper peeling off in swaths.

  A stairway led to the upstairs. “There are two bedrooms upstairs according to the plans,” Kate said.

  “Plans?”

  She turned to him, a shine in her eyes he’d never seen before. “Yeah. Plans. Jock drew them up years ago—long before Mom left. He was going to fix up the place, make it our home.”

  “But after your mom left...”

  “I think he couldn’t bear it. So many of his dreams for this place included her, our family.” She stepped up to Jed. She put her arms around his waist, looking up to meet his gaze, hers sweet and smoldering. “I want to fix it up, Jed. Build our life here.”

  Build their life.

  His expression must have betrayed his surprise because she grinned, then rose up on her tiptoes and kissed him. Sweetly, her hand on his cheek, lingering.

  When she lowered herself, her eyes shone. “There’s more, Jed. I went into the office today, and I’m going to work in Overhead as a fire behavior analyst. I’ll still train the teams and jump if it’s an emergency, but...well, someone needs to stay home and keep the fires burning.”

  She winked, but he stilled, her words a fist in his chest. “What? No—Kate. I don’t want you to have to choose—I was wrong—”

  “No, you were right. Not about making me choose, but helping me realize I had the right to choose. The fact is, I didn’t let fear keep me from jumping, but—I don’t love it. I love jumping, but I don’t have to fight fires to do that. Most of all, I’m going to make sure that, for every single jump, you have what you need to stay safe and come home, to me.” She smoothed her hands over his chest. “Which, you’re going to promise to do, right?”

  He caught her face in his hands, met her eyes with his. “With everything inside me.”

  Somewhere in the middle of the rush of emotion that followed, he heard, in the back of his head, the sound of a phone jangling.

  Then his pocket started to buzz.

  He was sitting on the inside stairs, Kate tucked into his lap. She made a face. “Are you on call?”

  He nodded and worked the phone out of his pocket, opened it. “Jed here.”

  “It’s Reuben, and I’m at the office. You’d better get down here, buddy, because we’ve got problems.”

  Kate untangled herself from his embrace, got up. He put Reuben on speaker. “’Sup?”

  “Amy Fee is here from Boise, with a report on the Powder Ridge fire.”

  Kate handed him his helmet, and he led the way out the door, now putting the phone to his ear as she locked up. “Break it down for me, Rube.” He walked over to the bike.

  “They found another one of those drones at the fire, and they think it might have been deliberately set.”

  He swung his leg over the bike and moved it off the stand.

  “And, since both those fires happened in our backyard...” Reuben didn’t have to finish for Jed to figure it out.

  He looked at Kate as he spoke into the phone, his voice grim. “We have an arsonist in Jude County, and they’re coming after us.”

  A Note from the Author

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  Susie May

  Montana Fire Book Two: Playing With Fire

  Prologue

  This was not how Liza Beaumont wanted to die.

  Not that anyone ever wanted to die, but certainly Liza could think of a dozen or more ways that would be preferable to ending up as an early morning snack for a six-hundred-pound grizzly.

  First choice might be tucked into the embrace of Conner Young, their golden years fading into a molten sunset, perhaps drifting off into sleep, to wake up in glory.

  There she went again, wishing for things she didn’t have. Like bear spray. Or a tranquilizer gun.

  Or maybe, even decent cell service here, high up on a remote trail in the middle of the Cabinet Mountains in western Montana.

  She glanced down the trail, back up at the bear now rocking back and forth. What had the camp wildlife expert said about bears? Stop, drop and roll—no, no—

  Drop. Play dead. Except her instincts, frankly, were to scream first, then—well, run.

  Of course, that was always her instinct.

  But this time it felt right, because, really, who had the courage to just lay there while a grizzly sniffed her prone body, ready to take a tasty bite out of her neck. Not when she had heaps more life to live, hopes, dreams...

  Only, one of those included a six-foot-two blond smokejumper with devastating blue eyes, wide sinewed shoulders and a body honed by the rigors of fighting fire who claimed to love sunrises as much as she did.

  But Conner wasn’t here, was he? Just her, her sharpened colored graphite pencils and a fresh canvas to paint her artist’s view of the sunrise. The perfect place to remind herself—and her fellow camper—that they didn’t need men to live happily-ever-after.

  Except said camper hadn’t been in her bunk this morning in the high school girls’ cabin.

  Esther, where are you?

  Clearly not here, on the overlook.

  Liza could hardly believe it when she’d woken this morning to the sight of Esther’s rumpled, empty sleeping bag. She’d torn herself out of bed, grabbed coffee from the lodge, and with the hope that Esther Rogers was already at the overlook, armed with her own sketch pencils, furiously sketching the arch of a new day, she’d set out to find her.

  Remind her that hiking out from camp without her counselor was a colossal no-no, even at Camp Blue Sky, and especially during the annual Ember Community Church family camp.

  Even if the poor girl might be nursing a breakup.

  Liza could murder heartbreaker Shep Billings with her bare hands. Or at least wound him with a graphite pencil.

  Although, in her gut, Liza had a feeling Esther might have dreamed up Shep’s attention toward her. The hot boys simply didn’t date artsy, introverted, slightly chubby book nerds like Liza—er—Esther.

  So, when Liza found the fifteen-year-old holed up last night, face puffy, surrounded in wadded tissues, an early morning, brain-clearing hike up to the Snowshoe Mountain overlook to watch the sunrise over the hoary peaks seemed like something a savvy counselor might suggest.

  Even as Liza hiked up to the overlook, the sunrise promised inspiration, clouds mottled with lavender and crimson, and gilded with the finest threads of gold feathered the heavens. A breeze tickled the aspen along the trail,
the piney scent from the valley redolent with the heady sense of summer and freedom and fresh starts.

  The air suggested another scorcher, dust and tinder-dry yellow needles kicked up on the path, settling onto her boots. Three weeks into her stay at Camp Blue Sky and already she’d seen two fires thicken the air above the Kootenai National Forest.

  Most likely, the blond smokejumper was fighting some Glacier Park fire, sooty from head to toe, reeking of sweat and ash and wrung out from a week on the fire line.

  At least that was how Conner most often came to her, in her dreams.

  And there she went again, conjuring him up, as if he might swagger into her life, carrying a donut, a cup of coffee, and that languid smile that made her heart lie to her.

  Enough.

  The overlook hung over a ledge in the Pine Ridge trail, ten feet of cut-away granite edged with a cowboy split-rail fence for a modicum of protection from the two-hundred-foot drop. Further up, the trail banked around the edge of mountain, the land falling more gently into a valley until it tumbled into the north fork of the Bull River.

  A roughhewn bench, smoothed out by early morning enthusiasts, perched in the middle of the overlook.

  Liza had dearly hoped to spot Esther, with her mousy brown hair held back with a blue bandanna, dressed in her freshly tie-dyed shirt and grubby jeans, seated and drawing the dawnscape.

  Empty. “Esther?”

  Liza’s voice had echoed in the blue-gold of the morning, scattering the shadows that bled through the trees.

  Nothing but the shift of the wind in the trees, the scolding of a wood thrush.

  Huh.

  So maybe Esther hadn’t broken the rules. Which meant she was still back at camp, maybe having gotten up early to use the showers. Except Liza had stopped there, too, on her way and nothing but a few spiders rustled around the long building in the silvery predawn hours. All seventy-five family campers still tucked soundly in their beds.

  Except, of course, Esther.

  Liza had stood there, finishing off her coffee, debating.

  Now that she was here, she could settle down, take out her board and start a fresh sketch. Or—probably she should head back to camp, just to make sure Esther wasn’t really holed up in the chapel, still weeping. Or maybe in the mess hall, loading up on Captain Crunch.

  Yeah, she knew teenage girls. Especially the ones who wore their hearts pinned to their sleeves, bait for the first wily teenage boy to take a whack at it.

  But that’s why they’d hired her—not only to teach art, but because she knew the kind of trouble teenagers could conjure up, both real and imagined. And she might not have all the answers, but she had a desire to keep life from feeling so big they gave into the urge to run.

  Maybe someday, too, she could teach herself that same trick.

  Liza had walked to the edge of the cliff, breathed in the ethereal impulse to open her arms, take flight. To soar, caught on the currents rising from the valley. To escape the weight of the aloneness that sometimes took her breath away.

  I love the sunrise. It’s Lamentations 3:22, over and over—

  Conner, lurking in her brain again.

  Wow, she missed him. A burning hole in her chest that she probably deserved.

  Conner Young simply hadn’t been into her.

  Which made her exactly the right candidate to counsel poor Esther.

  Liza had turned to leave when her gaze caught on something—neon blue.

  In that second, Liza’s heart turned to stone.

  A Blue Sky camp jacket. Caught in a gnarled cedar clinging to the rocky edge, as if—blown? Snagged on a fall?

  Her breath hiccupped, turned to ash as she peered over the edge—please, God, no. Pebbles and the slick loam of old needles and runoff littered the ground of the overlook—easy to slip on should someone lose their footing.

  But she saw nothing below—no broken branches from the black spruce further below, no tumble of boulders evidencing an avalanche.

  No broken body of a fifteen-year-old girl crumpled at the base of the cliff.

  Liza couldn’t help it. She leaned over the edge. “Esther!” Her voice rippled in the air, too much panic in it to deny.

  She closed her eyes, listened.

  Maybe the jacket didn’t belong to Esther. Maybe days ago a camper had shucked it off, left it here. The greedy wind scooped it up, flung it over the cliff, maybe—

  It was then that the huffing sound behind her made her stiffen. The wind raked up a smell behind her, earthy, rank, the scent of beast.

  Liza held her breath, turned.

  Oh—no—

  Standing at the head of the trail, forty feet away, his dark eyes rimmed by a ruff of matted brown fur, powerful forearms pawing groves into the dirt, head swinging—

  Grizzly.

  Her brain formed around the word even as she moved back against the rail. Glanced down.

  Suddenly, the jacket made terrible, gut-wrenching sense.

  The bear reared up, pawing at the air.

  And sorry, she hadn’t a prayer of playing dead with the scream roiling up inside her.

  Oh, God, please make me fast.

  And, if she lived, maybe He’d give her the courage to rewind time, past the last thirty minutes, or last night, all the way to last year, to the moment when she’d run away from Conner Young.

  And, this time, she’d stay.

  Playing With Fire!

  And don’t miss Susie May’s newest series, Montana Rescue!

  Wild Montana Skies

  Search and rescue pilot Kacey Fairing is home on leave to Mercy Falls, Montana, twelve years after she joined the military to escape the mistakes of her past. With a job waiting for her as the new lead pilot of Peak Rescue in Glacier National Park, Kacey hopes to reconnect with her now-teenage daughter she sees only between deployments. What she doesn’t realize is that someone else is also back in town.

  Ben King has been building his country music career since the day Kacey shut him out of her life. Now all of that’s on hold when his injured father calls him home to help run Peak Rescue until he’s fully recovered. It doesn’t take long, though, to discover his father’s ulterior motives as Kacey Fairing walks into the house and back into his heart.

  With Mercy Falls in a state of emergency due to flash floods, Kacey and Ben are forced to work together to save lives. And when their daughter disappears in the wilds of Glacier National Park, Kacey realizes Ben’s betrayal all those years ago might not have been as simple as it seemed.

  Preorder now—out in October 2016!

  Montana Fire

  Summer of Fire Trilogy

  Book One: Where’s There’s Smoke

  Published by SDG Publishing

  Copyright © 2016 by Susan May Warren

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual people, organizations, and/or events is purely coincidental.

  Scripture quotations are taken from the King James Version of the Bible.

  Scripture quotations are also taken from the Holy Bible, New International Version®, NIV®. Copyright© 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc®. Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved worldwide.

  For more information about Susan May Warren, please access the author’s website at the following address: www.susanmaywarren.com.

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  Complete Susan May Warren Booklist

  Novellas:

  Measure of a Man

  Proof of Your Love

  This Little House of Mine

  Hook, Line and Sinker

  Heirs of Anton Series:

  From Russia with Love/Ekaterina

  The Spy Who Loved Me/Nadia

  A Greater Love/
Marina

  Ever In My Heart/Oksana

  Team Hope:

  Waiting for Dawn (Team Hope Prequel)

  Flee the Night

  Escape to Morning

  Expect the Sunrise

  The Deep Haven Collection:

  Happily Ever After

  Tying the Knot

  The Perfect Match

  My Foolish Heart

  The Shadow of Your Smile

  You Don’t Know Me

  The Christiansen Family Series:

  Take a Chance on Me

  It Had to Be You

  When I Fall in Love

  Always on My Mind

  The Wonder of You

  You’re the One that I Want

  Christmas novella: Evergreen

  The Noble Legacy:

  Reclaiming Nick

  Taming Rafe

  Finding Stephanie

  The “Trouble” Series:

  Nothing But Trouble

  Double Trouble

  Licensed for Trouble

  The Daughters of Fortune Series:

  Heiress

  Baroness

  Duchess

  Brothers-in-Arms:

  Sons of Thunder

  Nightingale

  Christmas:

  Baby, It’s Cold Outside

  Missions of Mercy Series:

  Mission: Out of Control

  Undercover Pursuit

  Point of now Return