by Erin Wright
Fire and Love – A Western Fireman Romance Novel
Firefighters of Long Valley – Book 3
Erin Wright
Wright’s Reads
Copyright © 2018 by Erin Wright
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
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To Mom:
I know my books aren’t your cup of tea, but it means the world to me that you support me anyway. Thank you for everything.
I couldn’t have asked for a better momma.
To Dad:
Thanks for bequeathing me with your ability to write and plot. I know that making a living by writing seemed like a far-fetched dream, but I’ve finally been able to make it happen, and every bit of my talent comes from you. Thank you.
Love you both.
Chapter 1
Levi
“Yeah, I know it’s our tradition,” Moose Garrett said, his disgruntlement coming through loud and clear, “but…” He groaned in frustration. “I just don’t want to be away from Georgia for the entire weekend. C’mon, we’ve brought people along with us before.”
“Men,” Levi Scranton retorted pointedly, perusing his fridge as they talked, shoving his cell phone between his ear and shoulder so he could use both hands to pull out empty takeout containers and nearly empty jugs of milk. “Not people. It’s a guys’ weekend to go camping and fishing and sit around the campfire and drink beers, not listen to girls squeal about how gross it is to hook a worm and toss it into the water.”
“You really think Georgia is going to be squeamish about hooking a worm?” Moose asked, laughing. Levi ground his back teeth together. That was not the point, and Moose knew it.
Levi wanted a weekend where he could wander around in his boxers and scratch his nuts and spit into the bushes. You know, things you just couldn’t do around a female of any kind, not even the Georgia kind.
“Oh hey, you should invite someone to come along with!” Moose said excitedly, clearly thrilled by the genius of his own idea. “Then you won’t feel like such a third wheel.”
Even as Levi was rolling his eyes at his best friend’s obtuseness, he could hear Moose and Levi’s former girlfriend mumbling to each other, the microphone apparently covered up by someone’s hand, and felt a bolt of jealousy shoot through him. Georgia was there with him, just hanging out. Of course she was there with him. They’d just kissed and made up – quite literally – a few days ago.
And Levi was happy for them. Obviously.
It was just hard to hear them coo nonsense at each other, was all. He wouldn’t want to listen to anyone coo nonsense. The fact that it was his best friend and his former girlfriend? That didn’t enter into the equation.
Finally, Georgia’s voice came on the line. “I think you should invite Tennessee,” she announced without preamble. Shocked, Levi straightened up so fast from his inspection of his mostly empty fridge that he whacked his head on the freezer door.
“Shit!” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his head while shutting the fridge and leaning up against it.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he grumbled. He touched the tender spot carefully. Dammit, he was gonna get a goose egg from that one. “But c’mon, Tennessee?! I can’t ask her to go on a camping and fishing trip with me. With us. Even if you’re her cousin. I mean, have you looked at your cousin lately? She’d freak the hell out as soon as she figured out that the tent didn’t come equipped with electrical outlets for her curling iron.”
Tennessee Rowland was Georgia’s cousin, but God had never created two people more different than those two. While Georgia was a real fitness buff, ran the local credit union as the youngest branch manager in history, and wouldn’t wear nail polish if her life depended on it, Tennessee…well, Levi wasn’t quite sure what she did all day. Get her hair highlighted? Practice the piano? Go clothes shopping for shoes that cost more than Levi made in a month?
Yeah, Tennessee’s manicured, perfect body didn’t belong anywhere near a fishing pole.
“She’d kill me if she knew I was saying this,” Georgia said quietly, “but honestly, Tennessee is struggling right now. She may not have loved Moose the way that I do, but their relationship had been a huge part of her life practically since she was born. Now, all of that’s gone, and she really doesn’t know what to do with herself. She’d love to go camping, I promise. But, if I ask her, then it’ll seem like I’m trying to set you two up on a date or something. If you ask her as just friends, then it won’t be weird.”
Levi groaned.
Sometimes, he hated talking to Georgia. She made so much damn sense and honestly, it was a little annoying. Did she always have to be so rational? Somehow, Georgia had twisted it around so that asking Tennessee – one of the most gorgeous women Levi had ever clapped eyes on – to go camping with them had become something that a good guy would do, instead of being something that a creeper would do because he couldn’t keep his tongue in his head while he was around her.
Not that Levi had any experience with that, of course. He knew better than that. Sure, Tennessee and he had flirted a little at the firefighter fundraiser a couple of months ago, but c’mon. There was no way she actually liked him. She should be dating Justin Bieber or some superstar, for hell’s sake.
Levi Scranton, local hick and son of the town drunk? He didn’t even register on her radar.
And that was how it should be.
“Just ask her and let’s go have some fun,” Georgia said firmly, obviously not budging. “Here’s Moose back,” and with that, Levi’s conversation with Georgia was over. She’d decided, so it should be done.
“You there?” Moose asked, his voice coming back on the line.
“Your girlfriend is real stubborn, you know that?” Levi asked dryly.
“You dated her for three years and you’re just now starting to figure that out?” Moose asked, laughing again. Levi ground his back teeth together. Again. When, exactly, had Moose started laughing every other sentence? Was he always this cheerful? Between that and the cooing of nonsense to Georgia, he sure was stretching Levi’s patience. “But the problem is,” Moose continued dryly, “she’s almost always right. Sucks, that.”
Levi heard Georgia whisper something to Moose and he may not have understood the words but he sure as hell understood the meaning. Sure enough, the sounds of spit swapping commenced. Levi gripped his phone harder. Were they trying to torture him?
All right, fine, even Levi thought that Georgia and Moose made a better couple than he and Georgia had, but that didn’t mean that he enjoyed that fact.
“I’ll think about it,” he said loudly, and then hung up before he could be forced to listen to any more spit-swapping sounds.
For years, it had been he and Moose against the world. Now, it was him, Moose, and Georgia against the world. It was starting to feel a little crowded.
With a sigh, he turned around and reopened the fridge door, hoping that the food leprechauns had somehow delivered food while he wasn’t looking. Alas, it was just as empty as it ever was: A moldy loaf of bread that he’d somehow missed during his first round of cleaning, a half-empty bottle of ketchup, and some generic soy sauce were the only food-like ite
ms to be found.
Levi wasn’t half bad in the kitchen, but even he couldn’t create something edible out of that. He grabbed the loaf of bread, chucked it into the trash can along with the rest of the empty and moldy containers, and headed for the front door.
He didn’t much cotton to the idea of going to Boise that evening, not when he had to be at work bright and early the next morning, so he decided to feel rich for the day and shop at the local grocery store – the Shop ‘N Go – instead. Some people called it the Shop ‘N Blow, because shopping there meant blowing through your whole paycheck, but hell, beggars couldn’t be choosers.
He pulled into the grocery store parking lot and swung out of his truck, focused on his mission. He’d get the essentials, plus pick up some stuff for the camping trip this weekend, and hopefully be able to escape with most of his bank account intact.
“I gotta go! Bye!”
He heard the whispered farewell as he walked through the sliding front doors and into the cool of the air-conditioned store. Suspicious, he looked up to find Tennessee hurriedly shoving her cell phone into her jewel-encrusted purse as she sent him a brilliant smile. “Hi, Levi,” she called out, pushing her cart over to him. “How’s it going?”
He couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d just gotten off the phone with Georgia for two reasons:
a) It was just like Georgia to meddle so much that she wouldn’t believe simply telling Levi what to do would be enough. No, she’d want to tell Tennessee what to do, too.
b) Tenny’s smile was weirdly bright and her hands were fluttering everywhere, like butterflies unsure of where to land. In other words, she looked guilty as hell.
He couldn’t help it. His eyes dropped and he studied her from head to toe.
He started with her brightly painted toenails in strappy sandals that probably cost more than his truck payment, up her gloriously long and gloriously tanned legs, to her short shorts that were just barely cupping her ass, to her pink t-shirt that said Princesses need love too in sparkly letters over a sparkly crown, all the way up to her face – her gloriously perfect face. She had these blue-green eyes that changed depending on the light and her mood and the clothes she was wearing, all framed by the longest eyelashes God had ever graced a human with.
Oh yeah, and don’t forget her long, blonde hair or perfectly straight, white teeth.
Tennessee Rowland, daughter and heir to one of the richest farmers in western Idaho, was so far out of Levi’s league, he couldn’t even see the baseball field she was playing in.
But dammit all, despite what Georgia thought, the truth was…Levi didn’t want Tenny to come along as “just a friend” on this camping trip. Looking at her, he wanted so much more than that. Any man with two working eyeballs would want more than that.
Well, okay, other than Moose, who’d thrown it all away, but as best as Levi could figure, Moose was just a blithering idiot. Levi was Moose’s best friend, so he could totally say that about him. Georgia was amazing, and Levi had spent his fair share of his life in love with the woman, but clearly, she wasn’t Tennessee.
No one was Tennessee.
He propped his shoulder up against the cinder-block wall right inside of the front doors, and crossed one booted foot over the other. “Good,” he finally grunted in response to her question.
Yeah, Tennessee would be at home around a campfire like she’d be at home running a chainsaw. Just this once, Georgia was flat-out wrong.
Chapter 2
Tennessee
“It’d be fun,” Georgia had said firmly, her mind clearly already made up. “It’s just for the weekend, and it’s just so Levi doesn’t feel like he’s a third wheel. It’s hard for him, this whole change up. I used to date Levi, you used to date Moose, and now of course it’s Moose and I who are together and…Levi was left flapping in the wind, you know? It’d just be as fri—”
“I gotta go! Bye!” Tennessee had whispered urgently and then had hung up, shoving her iPhone into her purse hurriedly.
Levi was walking into the store – of course he was walking into the store just then – and she wasn’t about to let him overhear her conversation with Georgia. It was embarrassing enough that her cousin was hellbent on setting Tenny up on a date (or a pseudo-date, more accurately) – it didn’t need to happen in front of said pseudo-date.
She flashed Levi a nervous smile, trying to pretend that she totally hadn’t just been caught, and failing miserably. She was normally good at hiding her thoughts and feelings from the world – 26 years of training by parents who didn’t give a damn about her feelings taught her to be real good at that, actually – but there had always been something about Levi that made it hard for her to keep up that façade.
“Hi, Levi,” she called out cheerfully, pushing her cart over to him. “How’s it going?” If she’d whistled innocently, she couldn’t have been more obvious. She stifled a groan.
Awkward in social situations but only around Levi Scranton? Check.
Awesome.
His eyes perused her slowly, languidly, moving up her body, making her feel like he was stripping her naked as he went. Despite the fact that it was the beginning of June and thus the summer heat was only just starting to pound down on Sawyer, Tenny couldn’t help but wish she’d worn a trench coat to the grocery store. Maybe a long-sleeved turtleneck and a pair of wool mittens, too.
Anything to cover her body from his gaze.
“Good,” he finally grunted, leaning casually up against the grocery store wall.
They stared at each other for endless moments, Tennessee waiting for Levi to say something else, and him apparently doing the same thing. Finally, they both started to talk.
“I—” Tennessee said.
“You—” Levi said.
They stopped.
Awkwardddddd…
Tennessee, like most people who’d spent more than seven seconds in Georgia’s company, tended to believe that she was always right. But as she and Levi stared at each other, the silence between them as empty and intimidating as the Grand Canyon, she was starting to think that in this particular case, her cousin was wrong.
So very, very wrong.
Sure, Tennessee wanted to go camping. Kinda. Well, it’d be something new and different, anyway, although the fact that there tended to be lots of insects in the great outdoors was not exactly enticing. Sleeping on the ground didn’t add to the allure, either.
But what she was real sure of, was that Levi didn’t want her there, too.
“Whatcha doin’?” Levi finally drawled, breaking the deafening silence between them.
“Shopping,” she said, holding up a bottle of Russian dressing as proof. “The cook sent me down here to buy it; she’d forgotten it when she’d gone shopping in Boise a couple of days ago.” She stumbled to a stop. Levi did not want to hear about the trials and tribulations of the family cook forgetting ingredients for the evening meal.
She put the bottle back down into the basket of the cart and gripped the red handle tightly. Looking down at her nearly empty cart, she realized that grabbing one had been rather dumb – she didn’t exactly need an entire cart to push a bottle of dressing around the store. But on the other hand, she was glad for its buffering effect between her and Levi. Being around him made it hard for her to breathe.
If he’d been able to stand even closer? She’d probably faint from lack of oxygen.
Before they could go back to their awkward staring contest, Tenny asked hurriedly, “What are you doing?”
“Shopping,” he answered dryly.
Right.
Scintillating conversation we’re having here.
As they continued to stare at each other, Tenny worried her bottom lip. She wanted to go camping with Moose and Georgia and Levi, even if it did involve a three-day stint with hordes of mosquitoes, and she wanted to be able to breathe while around Levi.
Somehow, though, it kinda looked like neither of those two things were going to end up happening.
Well, not blank. It was whirling right along, focused on the Superman curl across Levi’s forehead, and how his thick eyebrows and strong jaw gave off the all-too-true impression that he knew what he wanted and how he wanted it, and how his bulging muscles created dips and valleys everywhere she looked, tempting her to run her teeth over them…
Yeah, her mind wasn’t blank. It just wasn’t producing anything useful, or at least anything she could say out loud.
“Well, I’ll let you get to it, then,” she said finally, when the silence was unbearable and she couldn’t handle one more moment of it. “Cook will have my head if I don’t hurry–”
“Do you have any plans for this weekend?” Levi broke in, his deep voice rumbling through her, starting with her turquoise-painted toes and working its way up her body.
“Ummm…no. Not yet,” she said truthfully. Not unless you ask me to go camping, that is. She decided to keep her mouth shut and just see what he said. If weekend plans included being forced to practice yet another Beethoven piece on the piano, listen to her mother prattle on about how disloyal Georgia was for stealing Tennessee’s fiancé away from her (everyone seemed to have forgotten that Moose had never actually proposed to Tennessee, let alone her having said yes to the idea), and listen to her father rant and rave about how you can’t trust anyone these days, not even Rocky’s children…
Well then sure, she had plenty of weekend plans.
Just none that she actually wanted.
“Moose, Georgia, and I were going to go camping this weekend, up in the Goldfork Mountains,” Levi continued.
“Oh, how fun!” Tenny said, an overly bright smile blossoming on her face.