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He’d tried so hard not to care about Meghan
He’d tried to harden himself against her independent spirit that desperately needed someone to care. He’d tried to focus on the woman who worked overtime to pretend that she didn’t need anyone at all, not the world-weary soul underneath who needed someone to love her more than she’d probably ever admit to herself.
He wouldn’t deny the physical attraction that sparked like kinetic energy between them. But she wasn’t the woman he’d loved two years ago. This Meghan was tougher, stronger—and yet more vulnerable.
He was her friend. Her protector. Nothing more.
Except he was dangerously close to becoming the man who loved her.
Again.
Kansas City’s Bravest
Julie Miller
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Julie Miller attributes her passion for writing romance to all those fairy tales she read growing up, and to shyness. Encouragement from her family to write down all those feelings she couldn’t express became a love for the written word. She gets continued support from her fellow members of the Prairieland Romance Writers, where she serves as the resident “grammar goddess.” This award-winning author and teacher has published several paranormal romances. Inspired by the likes of Agatha Christie and Encyclopedia Brown, Ms. Miller believes the only thing better than a good mystery is a good romance.
Born and raised in Missouri, she now lives in Nebraska with her husband, son and smiling guard dog, Maxie. Write to Julie at P.O. Box 5162, Grand Island, NE 68802-5162.
THE TAYLOR CLAN
| Sid and Martha Taylor: | butcher and homemaker ages 64 and 63 respectively |
| Brett Taylor: | contractor age 39 the protector |
| Mac Taylor: | forensic specialist age 37 the professor |
| Gideon Taylor: | firefighter/arson investigator age 36 the crusader |
| Cole Taylor: | the mysterious brother age 31 the lost soul |
| Jessica Taylor: | the lone daughter antiques dealer/buyer/restorer age 29 the survivor |
| Josh Taylor: | police officer age 28 at 6'3", he’s still the baby of the family the charmer |
| Mitch Taylor: | Sid’s nephew—raised like a son police captain age 40 the chief |
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Gideon Taylor—It’s up to this arson investigator to figure out who’s burning down Kansas City one building at a time. But can he uncover the truth before the arsonist destroys a very special woman from his past?
Meghan Wright—Hot to the touch. Gideon once taught her about love and fighting fires. Now that a madman has her in his sights, she returns to the one place she feels safe—with Gideon.
Daniel Kelleher—The owner of four properties destroyed by fire is wondering if he made an unfortunate investment—or if the destruction is something personal.
Jack Quinton—Is the former convict back to his old tricks? Or is he passing on his fiery skills to an apprentice?
Saundra Ames—This reporter has the hottest story of the summer.
John Murdock—Is Meghan’s partner watching her back just a little too closely?
Dorie Mesner—For years she has taken in troubled children.
Pete Preston—The memory of that monster just won’t go away.
Alex—A former Westside Warrior. Who is a young man supposed to trust?
Edison—Just don’t call him that. He’s pretty darn smart for a ten-year-old.
Matthew and Mark—They are too young to understand the truth.
Crispy—Just like Meghan and her “boys,” this pooch wants a real home.
With thanks to
Germane Friends and Michael “Fireplug” Jordan of the Kansas City Fire Department for answering all my questions and sending me the wonderful pictures of real KCFD firefighters.
Any mistakes are mine.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Prologue
Too late. Too late.
The nightmare’s fiery talons cut deep into Gideon Taylor’s dreams.
The impact of raw, compressed air exploding into a ball of flame lifted him off his feet and dumped him on his backside.
“Luke!” The hoarse shout from Gideon’s ravaged throat echoed inside his mask.
Trapped in the throes of the hideous dream that wouldn’t die, Gideon twisted in his bed and struggled toward consciousness and peace. But the nightmare wouldn’t release him.
He needed her.
The groans of the ancient rafters in the condemned apartment building matched the groans of mortal pain sifting through the hiss of static in Gideon’s ear.
“Luke!” Gideon rolled onto his side, straining against his heavy gear, weighed down by a fearful extra burden of guilt.
It was alive now.
Ignition. Fuel
