Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“Jesus Christ,” I breathed, pressing my hand against my heart.
Kettle was three feet away from me, his hands linked on the top of his head as he glared daggers at my sister. “Your sisters a...a...”
“Bitch?” I supplied.
Kettle shook my head and smiled. “I was going to say-”
“Asshole?” I cut him off.
“Shit head. I was going to say shit head.” Kettle chuckled as he moved closer to me.
Then the asshole honked the horn again, making both Kettle and I look at each other helplessly.
“Alright, well the queen asshole has spoken,” I shook my head and then opened my car door. “I’ll see you tomorrow. I plan to have groceries.”
“I’m working tomorrow.” Kettle told me.
Was that a hint of sadness in his voice, or was it only me wanting it to be there?
“When are you off next?” I questioned.
“Friday.” He answered.
“I’ll get them then. Maybe you can stay for dinner.” I offered hopefully before dropping down in my seat and slamming the door without listening to his response.
“You just asked your hot firefighter neighbor that belongs to a motorcycle club to dinner. Does this mean you want to bang him? Shine his fire pole? Work his throttle? Ride him like a Harley?” My sister jeered.
I let my hand fly and smacked her across the boobs. “You’re such an ass. I was totally going to get a kiss from him before you had to pull out the asshole and honk the horn.”
“A little bit of mystery goes a long way, sister dearest.”
Indeed it does, I thought.
What I hadn’t planned on was letting the two months following my bar experience turn me into a raving lunatic that would do just about anything to have the man.
One thing after another came up, and the sexual tension was building so high, I couldn’t handle it. I was willing to do just about anything to have that man. Even if I had to shine his pole while he was on-shift at the station during my conference period.
Chapter 5
What is a hero? Someone who does something that has to be done, regardless of the consequences.
-Plaque on the wall at the Benton Fire Station
1 week later
Kettle
I fairly stomped up my front walk.
I’d had a bad day at work, Sebastian had been a royal dick all day, and my father had called.
For the first time in years.
Then I read the note on my door and wanted to curse.
Sorry I missed you. Maybe you can come for dinner this week. I even bought extra for tonight. You owe me 17 bags, Mister!
She’d had to carry seventeen bags up her stairs and all because my boss and VP, Sebastian, had needed ‘a day to himself.’ Normally, I had no problem pulling a shift if he needed me to, but today, of all days, had been a total clusterfuck.
The next morning, I’d gone to knock on her door after my morning workout to find her gone. She’d mentioned some sort of school testing to me in passing, and needing to go in early for them, but that also meant I couldn’t see her until next week since I worked this weekend.
Thinking she needed to have my cell phone number so we could get in touch, I ran back to my house, found an old receipt, and scribbled my number down with a Sharpie before finding a tack and pinning it to her door.
Text me. Sorry I missed carrying your bags. 665-0021 –K.
Two weeks later
Texts between Adeline and Kettle
Addy- I had a good time last night. Even if that kid did puke on me.
Kettle- Sorry about that. Probably shouldn’t have given him so much ice cream.
Addy- That’s okay. I live next door to you. It was an easy fix.
Kettle- Still gross as hell. Dinner Friday?
Addy- Absolutely.
Two days later
Addy- I can’t make it. I was volunteered to chaperone the homecoming dance. Rain check?
Kettle- :P
Addy- Very mature.
Two hours later
Kettle- How’s the dance?
Addy- I broke up a drug deal in the boy’s bathroom. Then they threatened to ‘fuck me up’ and they were arrested. Fun stuff.
Kettle-Are you okay?
Three hours later
Kettle- You never answered me.
Addy- Fine. Pissed. I don’t like talking to the cops. Saw Trance though. :)
Kettle- He told me. Said they had to bring Radar up there to sniff some lockers.
Addy- The Dog? He was the shit. He also ate my cake.
Kettle- Yeah, Trance told me that, too. I’ll buy you some more next time I see you.
A week and a half later
Addy- I could really use that cake today.
Kettle- Why? What’s wrong?
Addy- They had some layoffs today. Luckily, I’m the one with the highest education here. Otherwise, it would’ve been sayonara Adeline. The seniority bitches are giving me the evil eye.
Kettle- Tell them you have a boyfriend that’ll kick their ass.
Addy- Do I?
Kettle- Do you want to?
Three weeks later
Addy- I’ve been thinking, and the answer is yes.
Kettle- To what?
Addy- To that question you asked me a few weeks ago.
Kettle- If you were a virgin?
Addy- No.
Kettle- No, you’re not, or no, that’s not the question you had in mind?
Addy- Yes and no.
Kettle- I’m confused.
Addy- You should be.
Finally getting frustrated, I picked up my phone and hit Adeline’s number.
It rang all of two times before she answered in a flurry.
“Hello?” She said breathily.
“Hey,” I said. “What are you doing?”
Why was she panting?
“Hey!” She said excitedly. “I was just about to go on a walk. Do you want to go with me?”
Looking over at the clock to gauge how much time I had left before work, I decided to take her up on her offer. I had nearly an hour and a half, and if I put my uniform on, all I would have to do was get on my bike and leave within fifteen minutes to the start of my shift.
“Yeah, I’d love to.” I rumbled. “Just give me ten minutes to get my shit together, and I’ll meet you downstairs. Or you can come over to me. That okay?”
“Yes, I’ll be there in just a few minutes. Just have to put Monty up.” She said before hanging up.