Sweet Haven (The Sweet Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

then directs her to step into the boots and begins suiting her up. A foreign feeling brews inside of me, hating that he gets to stand next to her and touch her…
    Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with me? Since when do I get jealous of anyone?
    As he suits her up he explains how the uniform is made of two-layer fabric designed to repel heat and wick away any moisture that gets inside.
    “What happens if you have to pee?” one girl asks.
    Cam looks down at the kid, clearly not expecting the question. “Well, we have to hold it. There are no bathroom breaks when you’re fighting a fire.”
    “Have you ever peed your pants?” another one asks, all the kids snickering at the question.
    “Yeah, have you, Firefighter Cam?” Sam asks, biting back a smile.
    “Nope, but Firefighter Jase has,” he lies with a smug grin.
    My eyes narrow at him while all the kids burst into laughter.
    Asshole.
    Once everyone gets it out of their system he moves on, putting the air tank on Sam’s back.
    “Holy smokes this is heavy,” she grunts.
    All the kids snicker as she stumbles but Cam is there to catch her. It jacks up my annoyance another notch.
    Feeling like I’m completely losing it, I step out of the room and head down the hall to the kitchen. I pour myself a cup of coffee and take some time to screw my head back on straight.
    This is not how it’s supposed to be. We thrive on pissing each other off. I like to press her buttons as much as she likes to press mine, that’s how it’s always been. But since the night I saw that bastard hit her, my perception of her turned into something else. Maybe because the girl I always saw as another spoiled Evans, the sister of my enemy, isn’t who I thought she was. There’s more to her than I realized. But no matter what, nothing will ever change that she’s an Evans and always will be. I need to remember that. Just the thought of that smug brother of hers heats my fucking blood.
    The sound of clicking heels down the silent hallway breaks into my thoughts. Sam enters into the kitchen with a smile on her face that fades the moment she sees me. She comes to a hard stop just inside the room.
    “Sorry,” she says quietly, looking around. “I thought this was where the bathroom is.”
    “Next door down.” My chest constricts with panic as she steps out of the room to continue on. “Sam, wait.”
    She stops but keeps her back to me, her shoulders tense. I move to stand in front of her but she refuses to look at me.
    “Please, don’t do this to me, Jase,” she whispers. “Not here. Not when I have my kids with me.”
    I blow out a breath, the pain in her voice making me feel like shit. “I don’t want to fight. I just…I want to make sure you’re okay.”
    “I’m fine. This doormat can take care of herself.”
    Guilt flares in my gut, knowing I deserve that. “I didn’t mean it, Sam.”
    “Yes, you did, but I don’t care what you think of me. I never have.” The lie flows seamlessly from her lips. We both know she cares as much as I do.
    She makes an effort to leave again but I grab her wrist to stop her. That same jolt of electricity I always get when our skin meets sears me from the inside out. She looks down at my hand before bringing her eyes up to mine, a million emotions reflecting back at me.
    Releasing her, I take a step back. “Listen, before you go I need to tell you something and you’re probably not going to like it.”
    “What?” she asks nervously.
    “I spoke to a friend of mine at the police department.”
    Her eyes flash with fury. “You did what?”
    I hold a hand up. “Just hear me out. He’s a good guy. I trust him. I don’t know what happened when you reported it before. It’s not my business but—”
    “Exactly, Jase. This isn’t your business.”
    “The hell it isn’t,” I snap. “The past might not be but what happened the other night is, and I’m not going to let that bastard walk away like it never happened.”
    She looks away from me,