Dameon: Stryker County Fire Dept., #4

By Kali Hart

Lexi

I'm home from college to surprise my brother at his fire station.
When I arrive, the garage is empty. Or so I think.
That's when I see him: The sexiest man I've ever laid eyes on.
Too bad he caught me doing something incredibly embarrassing.
Even if my brother wasn't his boss, would that change anything between us?

Dameon

I've spent my whole life focused on my own goals.
I don't let anyone else in because I don't want to be distracted.
But Lexi isn't just anyone else.
She's the breath of fresh air I never knew I needed.
When I find her dancing around the fire pole thinking no one's watching, I can't look away.
She has to be mine.
Only one problem: She's the captain's little sister—off limits.

Sweet & steamy short story instalove romance with a firefighter hero and younger curvy woman with an HEA. NO cliffhangers. NO cheating.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jackie M. Wallick
• Release date: Jan 17, 2020
• ISBN: 9798223677222

Book preview

1

LEXI

I can’t wait to see the look on my brother’s face when he sees me. Hail the conquering hero! Home from college, I clench my framed diploma to my chest and hold in a squee that’ll surely give me away, even from outside the fire station.

Peeking through the glass public entrance door, it looks like the coast is clear.

Walker is going to flip when he finds out I graduated a semester early. Absolutely flip. He’s the only family I have, and he’s done so much to help put me through school. He’s the reason I even decided to go.

I crack the door open and look inside. Once I’m convinced no one is about, I slip in. I’m careful to let the door close as softly as possible. I’m not sure where the crew is, but with the fire engines filling the bays, I doubt they’re on a call. They might be in the kitchen or in the gym. I heard their workouts are insane.

My little two-door car sits outside packed full of all my belongings. I don’t even have a place lined up to stay. I was so excited to be done with school early that I drove straight here.

I slowly roam the garage, admiring the fire trucks that still seem just as huge to me as they did when I was younger. Walker always knew he was going to be a firefighter. It’s his calling for sure.

A frown forms across my lips. I wish I knew what my calling was. Sure, I have a degree in business now. But I don’t really know what I want to do with it. I never thought beyond finding a steady job. Not the way my brother did.

Determined not to be anything but positive today, I quickly shake the worries away.

It feels like years since I last wandered through the fire station. Walker worked so hard to help me pay for school that I felt too guilty to leave the campus much. I spent my free time in the library studying while the other students went to parties and hung out with friends.

The fire pole at the back of the garage beckons me.

I used to spin around and around on it when I was a little girl. That was right after our parents died, and Walker was forced to look after me on his own. Twirling around on the pole made me feel dizzy. And for a brief moment, I could set aside all my worries and just focus on the sensation that felt a little like flying.

I glance around sheepishly, certain someone will catch me. But it’s quiet as a mouse in here. Maybe the guys are out back flipping tires or whatever they do during those crazy, intense workouts.

Setting my purse and framed diploma on a nearby shelf, I dare to let my inner child escape. I wrap my fingers around the pole and hold on tight. I can’t deny how much I love the feel of the air whipping my skirt into a lifted circle as I spin and spin. My long dark hair covers my eyes, but I don’t care. I keep going until I think I might be sick.