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Annabeth Albert’s Hotshots series continues—the emotions and intensity of Chicago Fire with the raw, natural elements of Man vs. Wild.
Smoke jumping is Garrick
Nelson’s life. Nothing, not severe injuries nor the brutal physical therapy
that follows, is going to stop him from getting back with his crew. But when a
lost dog shows up on his front porch, he can’t turn her away, and he can’t take
care of her on his own. Thankfully, help comes in the form of his new sexy,
dog-loving neighbor. As they work together, trying to re-home their little
princess, Garrick can’t resist his growing attraction for the other man, even
though he knows this guy isn’t the staying type.
Rain Fisher doesn’t take
anything too seriously. He dances through life, one adventure at a time, never
settling in one place for too long. When his hot, conveniently buff, neighbor
shows up on his doorstep, dog in tow, Rain’s determined to not just save the
adorable puppy, but her reluctant owner as well. He never expects their
flirtation might tempt him into stay put once and for all...
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Emerging from the bathroom, he pulled up short in front of the bed where a very happy, very sleepy Cookie was lounging against his pillows.
“Hey! I thought I told you
to lie on your bed.”
Thump. Thump. Wagging her tail, she gave him a canine grin.
“That’s the people bed.
Yours is over there.” He pointed at her bed. “Go lie down.”
Helpfully, she scooted
over about ten inches but otherwise didn’t seem inclined to budge.
“Five minutes, okay? Five
minutes and then you’re going to your bed.” Sitting next to her, he adjusted
the bed’s angle. Replacing his previous cheap king set with this setup had been
a bit of a splurge, but it beat the rental hospital bed he’d had at his dad’s.
He was a big guy. He needed his space. And he was not prepared to share that
space with a stubborn pooch.
“Go lay down,” he tried
again after giving her some pats, but all she did was move to the foot of the
other side of the bed. Yawning and out of energy, he was no match for a
stubborn dog. “Fine, fine. Let’s not tell Rain that you rejected his bed
selection.”
Usually, nights were
hard—his pain level tended to spike at night in unpredictable ways, his sleep
could be
fitful, and his mind raced
through hundreds of dismal scenarios. He’d never had an anxiety problem before
the accident, but lately, calming down at night was particularly problematic.
If he was physically exhausted, it was easier, but then physical tiredness
tended to mean more pain, which meant more sleeplessness, which meant more time
for worries to charge back up.
But that night he didn’t
even need to play on his phone and was asleep even before he could try again to
get Cookie to move. The next thing he knew it was morning—and not crack-of-dawn
morning either, but a sunny eight o’clock. A banging noise was coming from the
front door.
Had to be Rain come to
walk the dog. And sure enough, his phone was full of several missed messages
from Rain asking about a time to come over.
“Coming,” he hollered.
Hell. No time to get dressed. Letting Cookie lead the way, he used the crutches
to get as far as the wheelchair, then switched to the faster method to get to
the door.
“Oh, good! You survived
the night!” Rain greeted him cheerily. “And uh—wow. Um. You need me to
wait a minute?”
Rain’s gaze was riveted to
Garrick’s chest in a blatantly appreciative way he hadn’t experienced in
months. Damn. Felt good. Too good. And his shorts were hardly designed to
conceal his body’s reaction to Rain’s attention if his dick decided to power up
like it had last night. Abruptly, he spun away from the door. “Come on in.
Sorry. We slept late. Like ten hours. I can’t believe it. That never happens to
me.”
“You must have needed it.
Did Cookie stay in her bed all night?”
“She stayed quiet,”
Garrick hedged, not wanting to hurt his feelings by telling him Cookie had
rejected the bed but also not wanting to outright lie either. “She must have
needed the rest too. You want to take her out? I’ll find both a shirt and her
medication while you’re gone.”
“Sounds great.” Rain
bounced on the balls of his feet before fetching the leash from the key rack
where he’d hung it the night before. His hair was still up, but messier than
the day before, and he was wearing silver shorts and a close-fitting pink
T-shirt with several members of that pony show Garrick’s sister’s kids liked,
and Squad Goals written under the ponies in swirly script.
“No job interview today?”
“Nope. Didn’t want Miss
Cookie feeling bad about being the only one in pink. I figured we could match.
And I told you. I like it.” Rain’s eyes were defiant, daring Garrick to object.
“Hey, you wear what you
want to wear.” Without coffee on board, he was struggling to sound supportive
and not lecherous, because damn. Rain looked good in pink, all warm and
glowing. It made his eyes more golden, and somehow the contrast with his sharp
jaw did all sorts of interesting things to Garrick’s insides. While his taste
in partners could be eclectic, the one unifying feature was usually confidence,
because there were few things sexier than a fearless person who knew themselves
and what they wanted. He’d already noted Rain’s innate confidence the day before,
and today’s outfit choice only made him that much more appealing.
“Good.” Rain clipped the
leash to Cookie’s collar. “We’ll be back.”
While they were gone,
Garrick found a T-shirt of his own, black and plain because he didn’t have the
same need for sparkle as Rain, but man, did he appreciate glam in people who
enjoyed it. As he made the coffee, he watched Rain and Cookie coming up the
sidewalk at a decent trot, Rain’s mouth moving like he was talking to the dog. Cute.
So damn cute. And so very off-limits.
Copyright © 2020 by
Annabeth Albert
About Annabeth Albert
Annabeth Albert grew up sneaking romance novels under the bed covers.
Now, she devours all subgenres of romance out in the open—no flashlights
required! When she’s not adding to her keeper shelf, she’s a multi-published
Pacific Northwest romance writer.
Emotionally complex, sexy, and funny stories are her
favorites both to read and to write. Annabeth loves finding happy endings for a
variety of pairings and is a passionate gay rights supporter. In between searching out dark heroes to
redeem, she works a rewarding day job and wrangles two children.
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