The Grumpy Fire Chief's Holiday Romance: A Small Town Sunshine 8

My fresh start came with a dented U-Haul, a stranger's ruined tailgate, and one very furious fire chief. And a season he has zero plans to survive out loud. One look at that jaw, that scar he keeps covered even in summer, and I forgot every reason I had for leaving Denver. He wrote me an incident report instead of walking away. Six-foot-three of quiet, immovable calm. >The man runs on fire code, black coffee, and about four unspoken rules. He told me the holidays were just another shift. >But wait. His ex-fiancée is flying in for her cousin's wedding, and she knows exactly which door in him I still haven't found the key to. He does not do garland. He does not do string lights. He does not, under any circumstances, discuss the twenty third. He just shows up before I ask, fixes what I've broken, and never once asks for the credit. >He was not surprised. >He says loving someone means eventually losing them. >But the fire that's supposed to end everything might be the only thing left that can finally make him choose me, and I am done being the woman who leaves before she gets left. The Grumpy Fire Chief's Holiday Romance is a steamy standalone small-town holiday romance with a slow-burn grump, a heroine who saves herself, a wounded hero worth the wait, a scene-stealing rescue dog, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after. No cheating. No cliffhangers.