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What if your past comes back to haunt you?

Chelsea James, captain of the Biggin Hill First Aid Squad, has had ten years to mend a broken heart and forget about the man who’d left her hurt and bewildered. Ten years to get her life on track. But fate has other plans.

Fire Inspector Jake Campbell, back in town after a decade, investigates a string of arsons, only to discover they are connected to the same arsons he’d been accused of long ago. Now his past has come back to haunt him, and Chelsea is part of that past.

Together, Chelsea and Jake must join forces to defeat their mutual enemy. Only then can they hope to rekindle the flames of passion. But before they can do that, Chelsea must learn to trust again. Their lives could depend on it.


Penny eyed her for a moment. “Set the table.”

Chelsea moved to put silverware on the farm table at the opposite end of the kitchen. Brad walked in through the back door.

“Hey, Brad. What’s on the grill?” Chelsea asked as if their argument hadn’t happened.

He smiled. “Some beautiful T-bone steaks. I made some bleu cheese dressing too.”

Chelsea smacked her lips. “Mm, sounds good. I’m starved and tired.”

“You work tonight?” Penny asked, putting the salad bowl on the table.

Chelsea shook her head. “Nope, but I’m on duty for the squad.”

“Riding for the squad, again? Third time this week,” Brad said and frowned.

She shrugged. They’d been here before. “They need help and I can give it.”

Taking a beer from the refrigerator, he took a long swallow and set the bottle by his spot at the table. “When are you going to give up on that place?”

Penny visibly cringed.

Chelsea gritted her teeth. “What I do with my time is my business.”

“I just don’t understand you. You put a lot of time in and don’t get anything back. And then there’s the money.”

She propped her hands on her hips. Ignoring his money comment, she asked, “And just what do you get back from the fire company?”


“Besides free beer and cigars on poker night. It’s not about getting anything tangible back.” Though she knew it was. She clung to the last bit of her father she possessed.