A Fiancé for the Firefighter
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“What happened?” Her head ached and she touched her forehead. There were no memories there. How in the world had she gotten to McDermott Boyd’s house? Why had he brought her toast? Why was her leg injured?
“You don’t remember?”
She sifted through the soft thoughts in her head. “I…don’t remember.”
“What’s the last thing you do remember?” He still wore his trooper uniform, but had discarded the hat so she could see his dark hair that he kept cropped close to his scalp.
“I, uh….” Dawn leaned back against the headboard. “I was in Vernal.”
He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. The light was too dim to read too much into his expression, but Dawn didn’t like the appraising way he watched her. She felt like he was more cop in the moment than an old friend.
She didn’t want to be friends with him anyway. He was a perfect gentleman, a great dad, and a widower who’d lost his wife in the worst way possible. She was a complete wreck of a human being, and she could barely look at him without a river of shame tumbling through her.
Dawn closed her eyes to block out his handsome features. “I don’t remember anything after that.”
“You don’t know what you were doing in Vernal?” He must be able to get people to tell him anything with a honeyed voice like that.
“I can’t remember.”
“Well.” He sighed and she imagined him stretching his long legs out in front of him. “You were driving back from something in Vernal, and a deer ran across the road. You braked to miss it, swerved, and went into the ditch.”
Dawn’s eyes popped open. “And you saw that?”
“I sure did. I was about a half a mile behind you and I saw you go off the road.” His right eyebrow quirked. “You were driving pretty fast.”
Dawn didn’t remember that, but she did like to speed in general, so she didn’t contradict him. “You brought me back to your house?”
“You asked me to.”
It was her turn to quirk her eyebrows, and she even added a scoff. “I don’t think—”
“I pulled you out of the car, and you passed in and out of consciousness. I asked you if you needed to go to the hospital, and you begged me not to take you.” He looked over to the door as it opened. “C’mon, baby. You can come in.”
A blonde angel skipped into the room and went over to her father. She leaned into him, shy and forward at the same time.
McDermott looked at Dawn but didn’t introduce his daughter. “She wanted to make you toast. So we’ll leave you to rest and eat. I had your car towed to Mick’s, so I’ll drive you home whenever you want.” He took his daughter’s hand and led her out of the room, the doe-eyed child still silent as she went with her dad.
As soon as the door snicked closed, Dawn swung her legs over the side of the bed. The toast, once appetizing, was cold now, and she needed to get out of this room, this house, before she allowed that beautiful man to care for her.
“He already has,” she muttered to herself. The thought that he’d be interested in her beyond making sure she got home safe was laughable. In any case, Dawn wasn’t interested. Not anymore. She needed to get her life together before she could even think about bringing someone else into it.
But if you were ready, she thought as she stood and tested her weight on her injured leg. Maybe you should take a closer look at McDermott.
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A FIANCE FOR THE FIREFIGHTER
Book Eight in the Brush Creek Brides series
by Liz Isaacson
Copyright © 2018 by Elana Johnson, writing as Liz Isaacson
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