Pregnant construction supervisor Jo Bertoletti doesn’t need
anyone’s help…or another heartbreak. So she’s putting handsome, kindhearted
firefighter Ozzy Lakeman firmly into the friend zone. After all, she’s just
passing through Butterfly Harbor, and her life is too complicated for a summer
romance. But Ozzy feels an immediate connection. Can he convince the woman
of his dreams to take a chance on building a forever family with him?
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The truck’s engine suddenly went silent. Ozzy walked over to greet the driver. “That is a thing of beauty,” he said as the door opened and the driver dropped to the ground in front of him.
Every thought he had disappeared straight out of his
head.
Tall, curvy, and with sun-streaked blond hair knotted into
a messy pile on top of her head, Butterfly Harbor’s latest arrival faced Ozzy
with a wide, welcoming smile on her round face. Beneath the barely-there
sunlight of the May morning, her skin seemed to glisten in the chilly air. She
had light brown eyes, almost amber with flecks of gold that sparkled when she
smiled. She wore snug jeans that accentuated everything a man like him enjoyed,
sneakers that looked as if they’d been worn into the ground, and a snug
short-sleeved turquoise T-shirt that displayed a surprisingly round stomach.
The new foreman was a woman?
A pregnant forewoman?
“Didn’t realize there’d be a welcoming committee.” The
woman closed the truck door and stepped up to him. “I know I wasn’t expected
until next week, but I wanted to get a jump on settling in. I’m Jo Bertoletti.
You are not Mayor Hamilton.” She gestured to Ozzy’s T-shirt with the BHFD logo
on the front peeking out of his jacket.
“Ah, no, ma’am.” Ozzy shook her offered hand. Her skin
felt rough and calloused, proving she was someone who was used to getting her
hands dirty. Beneath that observation, a dull buzz shifted through his system.
“I’m Ozzy Lakeman. I was in the diner when you drove down Monarch Lane. Just
thought I’d come up and be the first to see what was happening here.” His own
smile widened as something oddly definitive dinged. “I guess that makes me the
welcoming committee.”
“I appreciate that, Ozzy Lakeman of the BHFD.” She beamed
at him before her expression shifted into a knowing one. “Judging by the look
on your face, I’m betting you weren’t expecting someone…like me.”
“I…uh.” There had to be a way to answer that without
sounding like a complete sexist or jerk. “Like you?”
Jo snickered. “Don’t worry, Ozzy. Not the first time I’ve
seen that reaction when I arrive on a site. And it’s not because of the little
bun I’m baking in here. Bun in the oven. That’s such a weird phrase.
Although come to think about it, I have spent my fair share of time waiting for
my sourdough starter to develop.”
Ozzy could only nod. His ears were buzzing and his heart
did an odd little skip and jolted in a manner he’d never felt anytime he’d
swiped right.
About the Author
USA Today and national bestselling author Anna J. Stewart can't remember a time she didn't have a book in her hands or a story in her head. Early obsessions with Star Wars, Star Trek, and Wonder Woman set her on the path to creating sweet to sexy pulse-pounding romances for her independent heroines. Anna lives in Northern California where she deals with a serious Supernatural addiction and an overly affectionate cat named Snickers.
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