The Last of The Red Hot Firefighters (Red Hot Reunions Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

Maddie asked, fetching Naomi a fresh cup of coffee without being asked.
    But then Maddie knew Naomi had barely slept last night. Maddie had been there at one in the morning, sipping grappa with Naomi at their parents’ dining room table, while Naomi googled Jake Hansen six ways to Sunday, trying to find out if he and the very young-looking blonde he’d left the auction with were an item.
    Not that Naomi cared one way or the other, of course—she only wanted to be friends with Jake—but it would be nice to know if she needed to watch her back during her month of dates. The fundraiser might be for charity, but in Naomi’s experience, most women weren’t very charitable about their boyfriends squiring other women around town.
    As far as the blonde went, Naomi’s web trolling had turned up a whole lot of nothing. Her name was Faith, and she worked for the Summerville Fire Department—that was the extent of the juicy info. For a girl so young, Faith had a shockingly non-existent social media presence.
    Jake’s online trail, on the other hand, had revealed a slew of insights Naomi almost wished she hadn’t uncovered. Like that Jake had been married, and his wife had died not quite two years ago. Jenny Hansen was a former cheerleader turned personal trainer who volunteered at the senior center, ran marathons with a group of old college friends called Blondes Have More Run, and sounded absolutely lovely in every way. She was carrying Christmas presents to her car at the local mall when a drunk driver careened across the lot in an SUV and hit her from behind. She’d died instantly. The newspaper article had shared every horrible detail, including a picture of Jenny’s presents scattered across the asphalt that broke Naomi’s heart.
    It was so horribly sad that she knew she would have cried reading the piece, even if she hadn’t been pretty tipsy by the time she unearthed the story.
    Poor Jake. Naomi felt awful for him, losing his lovely, smiling wife as they were about to finish their dream house and start a family—or so the article had said. Naomi could only imagine how her death must have devastated him. Pain like that didn’t vanish overnight. Even if he and the pretty blond firefighter were an item, there was a chance Jake was still in mourning, which meant Naomi felt obligated to give him an out.
    As soon as she gathered up the courage, she was going to trot herself right across the street to the firehouse and tell him it was fine to call off their month of dates, if that’s what he wanted. She craved his forgiveness, but she didn’t want to become a pain in his ass so close to the second anniversary of his wife’s death.
    Now all she had to do was gather up her courage.
    Hopefully, salted caramel cookies would help.
    She snagged one from the cooling tray and listened with half an ear as Aria and Maddie discussed due dates and baby showers. Naomi was halfway through her first cookie and considering skipping her second in the interest of getting back to work on the insufferable tile when her little brother, Mick, burst through the swinging door leading to the kitchen.
    “Are you eating cookies without me while I slave away on the cabinets?” Mick asked, a scowl on his handsome face.
    In Naomi’s absence, her little brother had grown into a giant with dark black curls and devilish blue eyes. Gone was the runt who was still shorter than all of his female classmates, even at seventeen. In his place were five feet, eleven inches of thickly muscled man. Mick’s shoulders were so wide he could barely fit through a door without turning sideways and his forearms looked like something out of a Mr. Clean commercial.
    And from what Maddie had told her, her little brother no longer had any problems in the girl department. He’d broken up with his college girlfriend before moving home to work as a handy man while he sorted out what he wanted to do next, but he’d been out with three different girls in the last two