Bad Boy's Kiss (Firemen in Love Book 2) by Amy Starling Read Free Book Online Page A

unintelligible as she stuffed nachos in her mouth. “We just have the worst luck with men, don't we, sis?”
    I tried to work out what she meant while I gathered my clean clothes from the dryer. Luckily, she continued explaining without me having to ask.
    “That Rich guy was such a douche. I knew it from the minute you introduced us. He drives an electric car and drinks Starbucks, for God's sake.”
    I didn't bother asking her what was wrong with either. I knew she'd just launch a tirade about how I was awful at picking out guys and how she could set me up with a friend of hers from work.
    “And then there's Max. If anybody takes the crown for being a royal jackass, it's him.” Another glug of booze, down the hatch. “I mean, so what if he's got a huge dick?”
    At that very moment, Max himself stepped in off the porch. His eyes widened as he slowly set a few grocery bags on the table.
    “Y'all talking about me behind my back? It's not nice to gossip.”
    Rachael spun around looking like she was going to pee herself. The glass slid from her hand, plummeted to the floor I'd just cleaned, and shattered into a billion tiny shards. Even then, with liquor dripping down her legs, she didn't move an inch.
    “Oh, uh... Max! Hey there. So you're back in town.”
    “For a little while, yeah.”
    His gaze landed squarely on me. He didn't bother hiding his desire for me.
    And of course, Rachael just had to tell me all about his penis size. I prayed he hadn't heard that part of our discussion.
    None of this was going to end well for me, was it?
    “We're here,” Trey announced as he wandered through the side door. “Now the party can really get started.”
    Max nudged him. “I think your girlfriend's started the party without us.”
    Poor Trey paled as Rachael stumbled through the kitchen, kicking bits of broken glass in all directions with every step.
    “Hey, babe. Maybe we should go sit outside and get some fresh air, huh? It's a real nice night.”
    “No way! There's mosquitoes out there and they always come after me .”
    I waited for the two of them to leave the room before getting out the dustpan and broom. So much for getting cleaned up before my guests arrived.
    To my surprise, Max got a roll of paper towels, tore off some sheets, and set to work scooping up handfuls of broken glass. I held the trash-can lid open for him in a daze.
    “Didn't think this dinner would get so awkward so soon.” He dropped the debris into the bin. “Why don't you let me handle this mess? Then you can get the meat on the grill.”
    “Uh, yeah. Thanks.” I handed him the broom. “Busy day, huh?”
    “Not really, believe it or not. I forgot how slow everything moves in a small town. Nothing's caught on fire since I got here. Guys at the station seemed bored out of their skulls.”
    “Don't worry. With fire season kicking into full gear, you'll have more than enough to do soon.”
    I dug through the bags on the table. Max had brought hot dogs, buns, sliced cheese, ketchup, onions...
    “You didn't need to bring so much stuff. I've already got plenty.”
    He shrugged. “Just thought I should pitch in. Ain't polite to show up for a meal empty-handed.”
    I stuffed the cold items in the fridge. “You don't really strike me as a guy concerned with manners.”
    “Hey, I'm not a total asshole.” He filled up the dustpan with the last of the glass. “Or maybe I'm just trying to make a good impression.”
    He brushed against my butt on his way to the garbage can. Startled, I dropped the hot dogs on my foot. When I turned to stare at him, he winked. He'd done that on purpose!
    “You've got some serious nerve, you know that?”
    “What can I say? When there's something I want, I do what it takes to get it.”
    “Too bad for you I'm not that easy.”
    He sidled up behind me and whispered in my ear. The heat of his breath on my neck made me shiver. Suddenly, I wanted his hands on me so, so badly.
    “And too bad for you that I love a