The smuggest and grouchiest firefighter in Huckleberry Hill hates exactly one person. Me.

Our offices face each other across the hall, which means I get a front-row seat to Patton Cross pretending I don’t exist.
He scowls. I sparkle. We’re a disaster waiting to happen—and now we’re stuck planning the Fireman’s Ball together.

Suddenly, he’s remembering my coffee order. Saying please. Getting close enough that I can smell woodsmoke—and trouble.

Then a blizzard hits and we’re snowed in. The tension we’ve been fighting ignites into something that could melt ice.

But we both have a secret and when the truth comes out, I’m left wondering if the man who finally made me feel seen was fighting the flames … or just playing with fire.