To Tame a Wild Firefighter (Red Hot Reunions Book 2) (6 page)

“Speaking of nasty man germs…” Naomi said, crossing her arms at her chest, “This is about more than milk, and you know it.”

“No, I don’t! I have no idea what’s going on.” Mick linked his hands behind his neck and lifted a tortured gaze to the ceiling.

Figuring out what made women tick was hard; figuring out what made sisters tick was damned near impossible.

“Maddie told me all about your plans.” Naomi crossed to him, poking him in the stomach with her finger hard enough to make him grunt. “And it’s not happening. You are not going to make Faith another name on your hit list.”

“I don’t have a hit list,” Mick said, jumping back when Naomi went for him with her finger again.

“Yes, you do,” Naomi said, lunging forward to jab Mick below the ribs before he could escape.

“Ow!” He crossed his hands over his stomach, doing his best to look pitiful, the way he would when Naomi was seventeen and he was seven and getting in trouble for sneaking into her room to play hobbits-trapped-in-the-dragon’s-cave under her bed.

Unfortunately, his pitiful face didn’t work nearly as well now that he was a good six inches taller than his sister.

“Since you moved back home, you’ve dated half the single women in Summerville.” Naomi stalked him across the tile as he backed away. “You’re making a name for yourself as a man-whore, Mick, which is fine if that’s what you want to do. Lord knows, I’m not here to judge anyone. I’m just here to make sure you stay away from Faith.”

“Yeah! I really like Faith.” Maddie popped up from behind the display case again, like a meddling whack-a-mole determined to ruin Mick’s chance at the one girl who had captured his attention in what felt like forever.

“I like Faith too,” Mick said, glancing over Naomi’s head at the front door to the shop, willing someone to walk into the bakery and save him from the third degree.

“Liking someone and wanting to get into their pants isn’t the same thing,” Naomi said in a condescending voice. “And I won’t allow you to—”

“Now hold on,” Mick said, a wave of real anger filling his chest. “I love y’all, and I respect your opinions, but you are not my keepers. You don’t decide what I do, or who I date. And you don’t get to comment on my sex life. Ever.”

“Oh, come on,” Maddie said, her tone softening. “Don’t get your feathers ruffled, baby brother, we’re only—”

“You’re only sticking your noses where they don’t belong,” Mick said, letting his hard gaze shift from Naomi, to Maddie, and back again, hoping they got the message that this wasn’t a situation where he’d be rolling over and letting his bossy older sisters tell him what to do. “I really like Faith. I’m going to go work out with her today, and on Thursday night we’re going out.”

Naomi opened her mouth to protest, but Mick cut her off before she could say a word.

“This isn’t up for debate,” Mick said. “I have nothing but honest intentions, but even if I didn’t, this intervention would be insulting. To me and to Faith, who would be royally pissed if she knew you two were talking about her like she was some helpless idiot.”

Naomi and Maddie exchanged a look that made it clear they knew he was right.

“There now, aren’t you sorry?” Mick asked after a long, quiet moment. “Don’t you feel shame?”

Maddie nodded, and after a moment, so did Naomi.

“You’re right…sorry,” Naomi mumbled. “Have fun. Say hi to Jake for me.”

“I will.” Mick moved toward the door. “You two be good while I’m gone. And in the future, try to remember that not only am I a grown man and a nice person, I’m also your tenant, and probably the only person in town who will pay rent to live above a place where people start banging pans at four a.m.”

“All right, we get it,” Maddie said. “I’ll take the nanny cam home today.”

“Good.” Mick grinned as he backed out the door, but his victory was a hollow one. He’d talked a good game, but deep down he wondered if Naomi and Maddie might have a point.

He wasn’t up for a serious relationship, but you wouldn’t know it from the way he’d acted on New Year’s. He’d thrown himself into looking after Faith, kissing Faith, teasing Faith, holding Faith’s hand as they walked down the street with the enthusiasm of a guy who’d been trolling
Cobb County Cupid
looking for a girlfriend. And not the casual kind, the kind of girlfriend you took care of when she was sick, visited at work, texted multiple times a day, and made plans with a week in advance because you were so eager to be with her.

It would be easy for Faith to get the wrong idea, but it didn’t feel right to hold her at a distance. He felt relaxed around her, free to be himself in a way he hadn’t been in…

In a way he might have
never
been, he realized with a start, the thought stopping him dead on the sidewalk outside the fire station.

Until Bridget, he’d been too nervous around girls to be himself. He’d gotten a late start at the dating game and been busy playing catch-up the first year of college, struggling to learn rules everyone else seemed to have down pat. And even in the beginning with Bridget, when things were good and Mick had been happy and comfortable, he’d still never been able to completely let down his guard. Bridget was always in the midst of some crisis—big or small—and needed Mick to be the strongest, most serious, most responsible version of himself.

Even before she became dangerously fragile, Mick’s ex had been the kind who was in perpetual need of saving. Whether it was needing strong arms to carry her groceries up to her apartment, or a last-minute study partner to finish the homework she’d neglected all semester, Bridget didn’t hold up her end of anything. Not even a serious conversation. Every time Mick had tried to talk to her about something he would like to see change in their relationship, Bridget had fallen to pieces.

At first, being her hero had made him feel important. Special. Mick knew he had a touch of knight-in-shining-armor syndrome. He liked to help people; he liked being needed. But in the end, he’d only wished Bridget was strong enough to survive without him. By then he’d learned it was impossible to rescue someone who had no interest in saving themselves, and Bridget had made it clear she didn’t even want to try.

Mick didn’t want to be a hero anymore; he’d had enough rescuing damsels in distress to last a lifetime. And he wasn’t ready to fall in love again, either, not by a long shot.

He let out a ragged sigh and ran a hand through his hair. He couldn’t stand here on the sidewalk like a freak, torn between heading into the fire station, and making a run for it. He had to make a call and get moving.

But before he could make the decision between fight or flight, Faith flung open the fire station’s creaky front door and waved an urgent arm his way.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Mick

“Come on!” Faith whisper-shouted. “The coast is clear. The rest of them just hit the showers.”

As soon as Mick’s eyes landed on her, taking in her black spandex pants, red, short-sleeved shirt, and swishy blond ponytail, his angst faded away. When in Faith’s presence, it was impossible to feel anything but drawn to her.

He was a fighter ship, and she was the Death Star…the cutest Death Star ever.

She grinned as she watched him move up the paving stones toward her, setting Mick’s heart to beating faster even before she took his hand and pulled him into the station. They jogged down the long hallway, footsteps squeaking lightly on the tile as they passed the men’s locker room and slipped into the firehouse’s weight room.

Inside the gym, the space smelled of feet, decades of dried sweat, and the metallic scent of weights starting to rust, but Mick was so happy to be spending the hour with Faith he hardly noticed.

“Okay, what do you want to do first?” she asked, turning back to him with her hands on her hips. “I usually start with jumping jacks and a few stretches, then do legs, then arms, and finish up with a run. We can run outside as long as we stay close enough to the station for me to be back in thirty seconds if my pager goes off. I usually circle the impound lot behind the station a few dozen times.”

“Sounds good,” Mick said. “You lead. I’ll follow and work in.”

Faith crossed to an open space on the carpet and started her warm-up. Mick fell in beside her, silently approving of the pace she set with the jumping jacks. From the first minutes of the workout, it was obvious that Faith wasn’t here to play—a fact that become even clearer as they moved into a grueling circuit targeting calves, inner and outer thighs, and quadriceps. They moved between the machines crowded into the small space with companionable ease, their conversation limited to discussion of reps and the occasional words of encouragement.

But when silence fell between them, it wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, Mick found working out with Faith relaxing…except for those moments when he couldn’t keep his eyes from wandering, or his blood pressure from spiking. Faith’s body was a thing of beauty under any circumstance, but Faith in action, with her strength and flexibility and raw determination on display was so damned sexy Mick considered it a miracle he was able to keep his own body under control.

“Okay, what do you think?” Faith asked, breath coming faster as they finished their last set of bicep curls and set their dumbbells back on the stand. “Want to do triceps and then head out?”

“Yeah.” Mick dried his sweat-slicked hands on his towel. “I think another ten minutes in here will be all I can take before my nose falls off.”

Faith laughed as she swiped an arm across her forehead. “I know, it’s horrible, isn’t it? It’s the carpet. Too many years of sweat soaked into it. Even cleaning it doesn’t help.”

“I’ve smelled better things,” Mick agreed.

“But a part of me kind of likes it. Is that wrong?” Faith’s nose wrinkled as she grabbed a pair of eight-pound weights and started a set of tricep kick-backs, bending deep into a squat that made it extremely difficult for Mick to keep his eyes off her back side.

“No, I don’t think that’s wrong.” Mick claimed a set of fifteen-pound dumbbells and joined her. “There’s something primal about a good sweat stink.”

“And it reminds me of good times growing up,” Faith said. “My cousins and I used to come here and work out with Uncle Tip after school. It was a family thing.”

“That’s cool,” Mick said. “My family was never into exercise. They’re more into cooking and eating and talking about cooking and eating and…” Mick trailed off as he glanced into the mirror in time to catch Faith’s eyes roaming. “Are you checking out my ass?” he asked with a laugh.

“No!” She blushed as her eyes flew back to the mirror.

As their gazes connected, the blush became an eye roll.

“Okay, maybe I was.” She straightened up, setting her weights back on the rack. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Can I let it go to my ass?” Mick set his weights down and looped an arm around her waist, unable to believe he’d resisted the urge to touch her until now.

Even with sweat seeping through her clothes, she felt amazing—strong, but soft in all the right places, places that made Mick’s already pounding heart beat faster as they pressed up against him.

“You’re a mess, you know that?” Faith said.

“Takes one to know one.” Mick pulled her closer.

“I’m not a mess.” She tipped her head back, bringing her lips within inches of his own. “And I don’t kiss while I’m on duty, so don’t even think about it.”

“Too late,” Mick said, fingers digging into the gentle curve of her hip.

“Well stop thinking about it, and let’s get going,” Faith said, spinning out of his arms and jogging toward the door at the back of the room. “This workout isn’t over. Only slackers skip the run, Whitehouse.”

“There are other ways to get your heart rate up, Miller,” Mick said, following her out into the sunny winter afternoon. “Things a lot more fun than running.”

It was cool outside—probably no more than fifty degrees—but after their time in the weight room the air felt good against his skin. Mick was grinning, already looking forward to the run when Faith turned to him, an unamused expression on her face.

“Yeah, well, I don’t do those sorts of things casually,” she said, a brittle note entering her voice. “I’m not that kind of girl, so if that’s what you’re looking for, we can end this right now.”

Mick blinked, but didn’t grant himself the luxury of a hasty apology. He didn’t like having Faith annoyed with him, but he wasn’t sure what he was looking for and now was as good a time as any to let her know that. He
had
promised her he would be honest, and he wasn’t the sort to go back on his word.

“I don’t know what I’m looking for,” Mick said, holding her gaze. “At first I just wanted to date you long enough to get you out of my system, but—”

“Well that’s great,” Faith said, rolling her eyes.

She started to back away, but Mick reached out and caught her hand, stopping her. “But it’s not like that now,” he said, knowing it was the truth. “I really like you, but I spent my last year of college in a really difficult relationship, and I’m not ready for something serious. Not even with someone I like as much as you.”

Faith cocked her head, studying him for a moment before she said. “So…you just want to be friends with benefits, or something like that?”