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  “Oh, no, you’ve got that backward.” He ran his hand down the hair she’d let grow to her shoulders. “I never thought I’d get another chance at happiness, but you’ve given it to me. I can’t imagine my life without you, Lyndie. Without us.”

  Because she couldn’t help it, she leaned in and gave him the public display of affection she usually shunned, giving him a long, wet, sloppy kiss. When she pulled back, she was grinning. “Onward?” She put the Jeep into gear, revving the engine as both Brody and Nina hopped into the backseat.

  “Onward,” Griffin vowed. “Forever.”

  About the Author

  New York Times bestselling author Jill Shalvis has written over four dozen romance novels, including her acclaimed sexy contemporary series set in Lucky Harbor. The RITA Award–winner and 3-time National Readers Choice Award–winner makes her home in a small town in the Sierras. You can find Jill's award-winning books wherever romances are sold and visit her website for a complete book list and daily blog detailing her city-girl-living-in-the-mountains adventures.

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  Blue Flame

  Prologue

  Dangling from a third-story window ledge wasn’t a good thing. Dangling from a third-story window ledge by the tips of his fingers, with fire blazing all around him was even worse, and though Jake Rawlins had been in tougher situations, at the moment he couldn’t remember one.

  “Go away!” cried the young teen, trembling on the very corner of the flaming roof above him. “Go away!”

  Jake adjusted his precarious perch, and eyed the kid. “I’m a firefighter, I’m here to help you. Just don’t—”

  The boy scrambled out of Jake’s reach.

  “—move.” Damn it. Apparently nothing about this call would be easy tonight. So far, he had a mansion of a house on fire in the dead of the night; occupants caught unawares on a rural street, with the fire hydrant just far enough away to create a sea of hoses at his crew’s feet, all on hilly, uneven land in the outskirts of San Diego county. Oh, and a terrified teen sitting above the inferno, on a roof, holding one arm against his chest as if he’d injured it.

  The winds whipped right at Jake, stirred by the fire itself, trying to tear him from the house. It’d only been two minutes since the ladder engine had malfunctioned, trapping him up there, but it felt like a lifetime. He had at least eight minutes before another ladder engine would arrive. Only problem, the roof wasn’t going to last another eight minutes.

  “Billy! Somebody get my Billy!” screamed the kid’s mother from three stories below. Her terror stabbed at Jake, and fueled him on. Adjusting his grip on the ledge, he reached for the rain gutter, which was thankfully anchored to the house, and began to climb.

  The house itself was nothing but a bright ball of flame around him. No one could get through the inferno to get inside, not until they tamed the fire, which his crew was working on from below. Long streams of forced water flew through the air toward the flames, which only seemed to enrage them all the more.

  “Mom!” Above Jake, Billy’s voice sounded weak and smoke-ravaged.

  Jake got high enough to see him again, and his heart nearly stopped. Shaking in terror, Billy sat about three feet back from the ledge, completely surrounded by flames, cradling his arm and screaming. “Mom!”

  “She can’t hear you from there, buddy.”

  “I didn’t mean for this to happen, I didn’t!”

  Had he started the fire? At the moment it didn’t matter. Neither did the fact that as captain of the malfunctioned engine, Jake was usually on the ground, strategizing and organizing the crew, not straddling a rickety rain gutter thirty feet above ground. Christ, he hated heights. “Hang on, now.” Jake kept his face averted from the heat and flames blasting toward him, but then the kid shifted to bolt away.

  The roof was a goner. A wrong move now, and he could fall through. With no ladder and nothing to brace his foot on, Jake had to use sheer strength to pull himself up, and he felt every one of his hundred and eighty pounds, not to mention the additional sixty-five pounds of gear.

  The kid stared at the flames engulfing the roof, flinching as areas began to cave in. “Mom!”

  “Your mom’s safe. Let’s do the same for us.” With the flames leaping far too close for comfort, Jake reached out for him.

  “No!” Whimpering, Billy crawled backward, out of Jake’s reach and straight into the danger zone. “I don’t wanna go over the edge!”

  Jake could hear more sirens coming closer now. He could feel the mist of the spray his crew were frantically sending around them, trying to keep them safe. “Billy, we need to go.”

  “I want to go through the attic door, the way I came!” Dropping to his knees, Billy scooted away from Jake and the feared edge, and directly toward the flames.

  Jake understood the height issue, and sympathized more than the kid could know, but there was no help for that. They had to get off the roof, and fast, and they had to go the way Jake had come—via the ledge.

  From far below, new swirling lights joined the others, and he knew the other ladder engine had arrived. Relief was cut short by a thundering crash directly on his left. Whipping around, he watched a good part of the roof cave in, including the attic door and stairs.

  Billy stared at the gaping hole in horror. Flames immediately filled it, but unbelievably, the kid took a step toward it.

  “No.” Jake reached out, and got a hold of Billy’s shoe, which promptly came off. Shit. With his other hand, he caught the kid’s ankle, but lost in his fear, Billy thrashed around.

  “It’s okay,” Jake tried to soothe. “I’ve got you—” He took a well-placed kick to his chest, which nearly sent them both over the edge of the three-story house.

  “I want to get down!”

  “Yeah, but not the way the stairs and attic door just went, okay?”

  Another crash, and only three feet away this time, and more of the roof vanished. Jake’s stomach dropped to his toes. It was now or never. With the hot, unforgiving wind whipping his face and the smoke clogging his lungs, he got a better grip on Billy, trying to be careful with the injured arm. “Hold it tight to you.” Jake spread a protective hand over the limb as best he could. “The ladder’s here.”

  “We’re going down on a fire engine ladder?”

  “Yep.” Holding on to Billy, Jake leaned slightly over the edge to take a look. Indeed, the malfunctioned engine had been moved, and the new one was in position, the ladder inching its way up.

  It felt like slow motion. Another roaring boom came directly behind them, and Billy cried out, clinging to Jake.

  Jake’s gaze met Steve’s, the firefighter on the end of the ladder. The silent urgency passed between them as more of the roof dissolved around them. They were running out of time.

  Steve reached out but was still too far away. It was going to be too damn late. Jake could feel the immense heat beneath him, all around him. He figured he had less than a minute to get them down before there wasn’t a square foot to stand on.

  The ladder bumped the building, and Steve reached for Billy, whose one good thin arm was wrapped so tightly around Jake’s neck that he could hardly breathe. “Billy, Steve’s going to take you down.”

  “I want you to do it!”

  Again Jake’s gaze met Steve’s. They didn’t have time to switch positions, not with fire raining down over them, the ladder slick from the hose. Jake pulled free of Billy’s grip and shoved him at Steve.

  An ominous rumble came from beneath Jake’s feet. Steve was still right there with Billy, trying to get out of the way for Jake, but the flames whipped up from below, taking over the ledge, forcing Jake back another step, separating him from Steve and Billy by a wall of