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  Deacon took me to the store to get some fresh clothes this morning while Dairen still slept. Everything in my house smelled like smoke. The smoke remediation company would be out later today, but the house wouldn’t be fixed for a few weeks. I hadn’t broached the subject with Deacon about staying but since my renter’s insurance covered a temporary housing, I was on my phone looking.

  “What’re you doin’?” He points to my phone.

  “My renter’s insurance will pay for a—”

  “No. You’re staying here.”

  I sip my coffee. “That’s nice of you, but I think I should have my own place.”

  He shakes his head. “You are so much like Mom.”

  I still. “What?”

  “Strong. Independent. Resilient.”

  My eyes well with tears, but I sniffle them away. “Thanks. She is those things.”

  “I’m sorry we stopped coming around. I think we felt like she’d started a new life and we needed to let her have that life. In a way, it was us protecting ourselves, too. It was hard to see her happy with your dad and you.”

  I reach across the table. “I know. But I hope that we can let go of all of that old and start new. I want to have you and Dairen in my life.”

  He squeezes my hand. “Really, you really want Dairen in your life?”

  I hear the socks swishing on the carpet hallway of Deacon’s ranch house on a quiet cul-de-sac.

  “Fuck off, Deacon!” Dairen grabs the coffee pot from the kitchen and brings it to the table like he’s going to drink right out of it.

  Deacon gets him a cup and pulls creamer from the fridge. “Your favorite, sir.”

  “Damn straight.”

  “Dairen, I’m so sorry about last night. I didn’t realize I…and you would get…” My chest burns. “I’m just sorry.”

  “Hey, accidents happen. That’s why I’m a firefighter. I’m just glad you’re okay and safe.”

  Safe I was. Okay…that was highly debatable.

  “Where’s Boscoe?” He grimaces. “Don’t tell me he’s in your room. God, I have to get used to this, don’t I?”

  I take another drink of the black sunshine. “Actually, I don’t know. I think maybe he and I just need to be friends.”

  They both stop moving and only their eyes dart to me.

  Deacon opens his mouth, but Dairen beats him to the punch.

  “What? I thought…Jess, that man’s in love with you. And I thought that you’re the same for him.”

  I was. Am.

  “But how can I sit at home for days worried and imagining about what’s happening to him? I don’t think I’m strong enough.”

  “Are you kidding me?” Deacon leans toward me, his eyes big. “Jess, after getting a Harvard degree, you went back to school to do what called to your heart. And I hear that maybe you might want to go to law school now.”

  “That’s cool.” Dairen offered while clearing his throat. “I’ve never seen Boscoe like that yesterday.”

  “Like what?”

  “Worried about anything. He’s usually cool and even a little aloof. But he was freaked out. You don’t do that unless the person means something—everything—to you, Jess.”

  Everything.

  “I love him,” I whisper into my coffee cup.

  “And I’d definitely say he loves you, too,” Deacon shakes his head. “Actually, he told me, so I know it.”

  Dairen leans back. “So, are you going to follow your heart or are you going to walk away scared?”

  Maybe people could make it. Hell, in the last two days, I’d even imagined what our kids would look like. Kids? Plural. I smile. They’d have his beautiful hazel eyes, green on the inside and caramel on the outer rim of the iris. They’d have his height, long legs and excellent tight ass. They’d have his…cocky side. And they’d have my strength and resilience.

  It was time to bounce back and straighten that spine, fears be damned.

  Boscoe

  My phone buzzed while I sat on the couch staring into…nothing.

  Deacon: We have a problem. Meet me at Jessica’s law firm office. ASAP.

  Boscoe: On my way.

  I throw on a jacket and head to the six blocks to her office. Maybe someone needs medical treatment. Maybe he and Dairen changed their minds and are going to beat the shit out of me. That is a slim chance, but still…

  I arrive at the office and his truck isn’t in the parking lot. I walk to the door and it’s open. I stick my head inside. “Hello? Anyone here?”

  I hear music playing from the back of the building. What is that?

  “Deacon?” I call out.

  I step in further. “Dairen?” I swallow. “Jess?” My heart clips at a different pace in my chest as I hear the music clearer. Girl’s Just Wanna Have Fun?

  I stick my head around the corner into the breakroom and there’s a person lying on the dark walnut conference table. My hands chill. “Jess?”

  There’s a paper on her chest. I pick it up and I watch one of her eyes creeps open just a slit.

  dear boscoe,

  i was scared. scared that i’d found someone who would change my life and make me consider giving up control of my heart—and you did. my heart stopped beating without you. i’ll be your rock, if you’ll be mine. Please resuscitate me, because i love you.

  Your jess, now and forever.

  I remember how I told everyone in this room that she was “my rock” on Friday and a blast of warmth covers me. I toss the sheet on the table and crawl up there. I start singing to the music that has changed to “One Less Lonely Girl” by Bieber. Deacon has told me on more than one fishing trip that my eclectic song lists drives him crazy. What can I say? I like what I like.

  Her eyes open and those perky pink lips raise. “I love you, Avery Boscoe.”

  “Jessica Saunders,. I need you in my life forever. My heart will never be the same, but in a very good way. I was broken and you healed me. Plus, you make me so damn hot.” I bounce my eyebrows.

  She laughs. “Resuscitate me?”

  I hover over her mouth. “Only if you’ll breathe life into me, too.”

  “Done.” Her long fingers slide into my hair and she tugs my head to hers.

  Our lips join and there’s no denying she’s mine and I’m hers. Twisting tongues and roaming hands raise my blood pressure and heat my body. And in minutes, I’ve lost my breath in the best way and she’s staring down at me as we made great use of that conference room table. My cock still pulses inside of her quivering pussy.

  “Want to go have lunch with Deacon and Dairen?” she asks, skimming a finger over my nipple.

  “Whatever you want, honey.”

  Her head falls to my chest. “Maybe just a minute more.”

  No, a lifetime more…

  Epilogue

  Jess

  My friend, Gigi, gives me one more once-over. “You are gorgeous, Jess.”

  I look in the bridal suite mirror. The A-line, empire-waisted, cream-colored dress flatters my body’s curves.

  He’ll go fucking nuts.

  “What’s that weird smile for?” she asks.

  “Nothing. Just happy.”

  There’s a knock on the door and Deacon peeks around the corner. “Can we come in?”

  “Sure.”

  His body is pushed into the room and Dairen crosses the room to me from behind him. “Jessica, you’re beautiful.” He kisses my cheek. “Mom’s going to be wailing.”

  “Probably.”

  Deacon and Dairen accompanied me to a family dinner in Boston in the summer. They talked things out and now we were all a family. My father wasn’t here. That was a long story, but Boscoe had been there for me through it all.

  My place hasn’t been fixed, but I’d moved out a month ago—well, actually I never really returned. Boscoe’s condo is home. And I applied to Harvard Law. I’m not quite sure the path I will take, but half the fun is finding out the surprises to come along the way.

  “Ready?�
� The wedding planner opens the door.

  “Ready.”

  The guys go to be Best Men. Both of them. Gigi and Reese are standing up for me, but I bet Reese is out smooching on her own firefighter. Their romance set things on fire, like her panties from what she’s told me.

  Gigi and Reese start down the aisle. I step into view. I’m walking by myself. I’m strong. I’m me.

  Reese moves to the left and Boscoe’s mouth falls open, before rising into a wide smile, glossy eyes like mine. He mouths, “Wow” and I blow him a kiss. The photographer is right there to capture the magic of it all.

  Love is hard. Loving a firefighter is harder. But damn…sometimes the hard times together make it so worthwhile. I shiver remembering last night. He was very, very hard…and it was perfect.

  The processional starts playing and I make my way down the aisle to…

  My everything.

  ~THE END~

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