The Firefighter Meets His Match (Red Hot Reunions Book 4) by Jessie Evans Read Free Book Online Page A

ever after had left a sour taste in Faith’s mouth. It seemed crazy that in eight short days she would be saying her “I do’s” and marrying the man of her dreams.
    But it was really happening, and so far, she and Mick seemed to be living under a blessed star. Faith had been worried when Naomi decided to adopt Mick’s ex-girlfriend’s baby—concerned that Mick’s ex might want an open adoption and to remain in the picture—but Bridget had chosen a closed adoption and left town without trying to contact Mick, bound for some expensive inpatient clinic in Northern Arizona.
    Since then, there hadn’t been a single bump in the relationship road. She and Mick rarely fought, and when they did it was about something silly and usually ended in a wrestling match, which led to sex, which led to them both forgetting what they’d been bickering about in the first place. They agreed on their five-year plan—from when they would take off work to climb Kilimanjaro, to when they hoped to buy their first home, to when they’d start talking about babies, if Faith decided she wanted children.
    Mick had even been understanding about Faith’s anxiety about starting a family. He wanted kids someday, but had sworn he wouldn’t be upset if Faith decided motherhood wasn’t for her. He promised he would never regret marrying her, and that she was all he needed to be repulsively happy.
    He was perfect. They were perfect. Everything was perfect.
    Too perfect.
    Faith should have known that her lousy luck wouldn’t let all that perfection continue unabated without throwing a wrench into the mix, but she was so blissed out by the time she went to sleep that she didn’t think to worry about it.
    Even when she got a call from Jamison at eight the next morning, asking her to come into work a day early to help assist in emergency rescues over at a subdivision that had unexpectedly flooded overnight when part of the levy collapsed, Faith didn’t let the news stress her out.
    Helping avert disaster—and saving lives in the process—was one of the reasons she loved her job so much. Sure, she had only gotten six hours of sleep and was still foggy from drinking a few too many Lady Slippers the night before, but that was nothing a shower and a big breakfast couldn’t cure.
    She showered and dressed in record time and swung into the kitchen just as Mick was scooping scrambled eggs with cheddar cheese onto her plate and plopping two biscuits down beside it.
    “Thank you, baby,” Faith said, kissing Mick’s cheek as she claimed her plate and carried it over to the table. “You going to head into work today, too?”
    They’d planned to spend the day on the couch binge-watching Buying Hawaii together and hiding out from the rain. But Faith knew Mick had been jonesing to finish up the dry wall in the extra room Mick had helped Jake add on to his place in preparation for baby number two, a little boy he and Naomi were hoping to adopt in the fall.
    Mick shook his head. “I think it’s going to be too damp to hang drywall. Even with the dehumidifier going, it will take the compound forever to dry. I’ll probably work on that app Jung-Su and I have been tossing back and forth. He’s got a buyer interested and if we can each clear twenty grand on the job, you and I can start looking for houses when we get back from the honeymoon.”
    Faith smiled at him over the rim of her coffee mug, grateful for the fog-clearing effects of caffeine. “Sweet. But if it doesn’t work out, that’s fine too. I seriously don’t mind staying here longer. I think it’s better to keep some money in savings than dump everything on a house.”
    “I agree,” Mick said, settling across from her at the table. “But I like the idea of house hunting with you.”
    “Assuming there are any houses in our price range that haven’t been flood-damaged by the time we’re ready to start looking,” Faith said, shoveling her last forkful of eggs into her mouth. “This