Flame (Firefighters of Montana Book 5) Read Online Free PDF

someplace where I can look out to the ocean every day and shwim if I want to.” She snorted. “Swim. I mean swim.”
    “So, Cady wants a cake shop.”
    She flicked her gaze to him, her eyes suddenly wide.
    She grabbed his hand. “What did you just say?”
    “Cady wants a cake shop?”
    She let go of him and slammed her palm on the bar. “Hey, barkeep. Got a pen?”
    Hugh found a pen under the counter and winked at her good-naturedly. “You wanting my number, Miss Cady?”
    She giggled back at him. “I’ve just had a brilliant idea, Hugh.” And when a pen was offered, she scribbled something on the back of one hand, and then slipped the pen into the pocket of Dex’s checked shirt.
    Dex watched her performance. “So, you’re heading off tomorrow.”
    “Yep. I’m all packed. Mom and Gran have already started crying. Don’t know if they’ll stop the whole time I’m away.”
    Cady had looked up at him then, her smile gone. He knew what she was thinking. She’d mentioned her mother, which made her think of his. Dex wished he’d had the words to thank her for that day at school, for what she’d done. But he still didn’t know what to say.
    “Well, I guess I’d better buy you a drink to celebrate your new adventure. What’ll you have?”
    Cady had held up a hand. “No. No. No. No. No. I’ve had more than enough. Don’t want to drive all the way to California with a hangover, right?”
    Then she threw her head back and laughed and the move caused her to lose her balance a little and she stumbled, fell into him, her breasts pressing into his chest, her hands splayed across his pecs. She paused, moved her hands slightly, felt her way down to his stomach. He could feel her touch searing through his shirt. Damn. Cady Adams was in his arms again but this time he felt a whole lot of something other than grief.
    Dex motioned to Hugh behind the bar for a glass of water for Cady and, after she’d slurped it down, she’d turned to look at him.
    “Well, aren’t you a surprise, Dex McCoy.”
    “I am?”
    And then her scrutiny transformed into a surprised smile and, oh man, Dex knew exactly why he’d stayed away from Cady Adams. A man could disappear into her face.
    “It takes me leaving Glacier Creek for you to finally talk to me. You that happy to see the back of me, huh?”
    He clenched his jaw tight. “I never said that.”
    She gripped a bicep, with both hands now, and leaned up to look more deeply into his eyes, as if she was examining the colors in his irises. She was so close, her breasts pressed against his forearm, that the twitch in his jaw felt like a spasm.
    Settle down, McCoy . She’s drunk . And all this flirting and touching was the whiskey talking. He could smell it on her breath, along with the wildflower smell of her long, dark brown hair.
    “You know…” She lifted a hand and poked him in the chest with a pointed index finger. He startled and she poked him again. “You got muscles under there, Dex McCoy, that you damn well didn’t have in high school. And I know that because…” She waved the thought away. “You go to the gym?”
    “The gym?” Dex laughed at the idea that he would have time to work out. “I don’t work out. I work.”
    She splayed a hand on his chest. He became a statue, not wanting to read anything more into this than what it was, not wanting to like it too much. Because she was drunk and she was leaving. And so was he.
    “Dex, in all these years living in Glacier Creek, since high school, this is the first time you’ve actually talked to me. Not that you’re doing a lot of talking. You’re kind of monosyllabic, you know that? The strong, silent type, huh? Like to keep some mystery about you, do you? I guess that always works with the ladies?” She dramatically squeezed his bicep. “Do these work well with the ladies, too?”
    “Drink some water.” He nodded at the refilled glass on the bar. Man, she was going to have one hell of a headache in the