Firefighters of Long Valley Romance
Erin Wright · Ongoing · 283.1k Words
Introduction
Chapter 1
BOOK ONE: FLAMES OF LOVE
January, 2018
Jaxson Anderson pushed the plate-glass door open, the overhead bell tinkling, announcing his entrance. The warmth, the yeast and sugar smell...it rushed over him, surrounding him, and he almost stopped dead in his tracks, wanting to do nothing but breathe it all in. He hadn't been in an honest-to-God bakery in ages, and had forgotten how damn delicious they smelled.
Before he could make a real ass out of himself by literally drooling just from the smell alone, though, a head popped up from behind the front counter. A cute brunette, her hair in a braid flopped over her shoulder, shot him a smile. "Welcome to the Muffin Man," she called out, pushing some stray tendrils out of her face with the back of her hand. "You been in here before?"
He'd hardly been in the town of Sawyer more than a couple of hours. "Nope, first time here," he said as he walked closer to the front display case, and the adorable brunette behind it. She looked a little younger than him, with wide, innocent eyes that made her appear even younger as she peered up at him.
She was this tiny little thing that he was sure he could tuck under his arm and run with down the football field. Between her tiny stature and her wide eyes, she gave off the impression that she was twelve.
Except...he gulped. Those curves. No 12-year-old girl had those curves.
"Well then, an extra welcome!" she said, sending him another dizzying smile. "I'm glad you stopped by. Are you a...tourist?" She looked a little puzzled at that idea, giving him a quick up-and-down glance.
No, he probably didn't look a damn thing like a tourist. Most fire chiefs didn't.
"Just new in town," he told her. "What is good he - Sugar?!" he said. He was staring straight at her delectable chest.
Which was probably not his best move. He knew he was being rude, but hey, she was the one who'd pinned her name tag on it. "Your name is Sugar?!"
She rolled her eyes at him, which now that he was close enough, he could see they were a deep brown color. Like the color of the chocolate cake sitting in the display case between them. "Don't bother making a joke," she told him pertly. "I've heard every one of them that is funny, and a whole lot that aren't. I promise you, you won't be original."
He leaned on the clear glass goodies counter, content for a moment to ignore the copious amounts of sugar underneath his arms, and instead focus on the Sugar in front of him. "So...basically, your parents hated you."
"Pretty much!" she said cheerfully, shooting him a laughing grin. Right then, a guy came through the swinging doors from the back, and Jaxson nodded towards him.
"Is his name Flour?" he asked dryly.
"No, but I like how you think!" Sugar looked over at her co-worker and laughed. "Gage, he thinks you ought to change your name to Flour!"
Gage looked up from off-loading a batch of muffins into a side display case. "Hey, my parents didn't hate me," he drawled in a deep voice, proving that he'd overheard their discussion. "Don't drag me into this."
"I think I'm gonna start calling you Muffin," Sugar mused, shooting her co-worker a grin. "Or maybe Baby Cakes."
Gage rolled his eyes. "That's just what this town needs to hear," he grumbled and disappeared into the back, carrying his empty tray with him.
"Woke up on the wrong side of the bed," Sugar said in way of explanation, complete with a shrug, as she turned back to Jaxson. "So, what can I get for you? Coffee? Donuts? A...muffin, perhaps?" Her voice was a little too innocent.
Jaxson's eyes shot up to hers. Was she teasing?
Her eyes were glinting with mischief. She was.
"I was thinking that I might be in the mood for some baby cakes," he said, his tone as innocent as hers. She burst out laughing.
"I think I like you," she said, shooting him a wide grin after she caught her breath.
"You'd like me even more if I had some coffee and a donut in me," he informed her. "I'm a lot more fun to be around when I'm awake."
"Even more fun?" she echoed, wrinkling her nose as she turned to grab a to-go cup. "Damn. I'm not sure if I can handle that much fun. Maybe I shouldn't get your coffee after all."
"Never come between a man and his coffee," he intoned, only three-quarters joking.
More like half, really.
"Fair enough," she said, filling the cup from the dispenser. Tendrils of steam encircled her hand and then melted away. "So what brings you to Sawyer, if you're not a tourist?"
She turned back around, deftly grabbing a lid and pushing it into place even as she was sliding the cup across the counter to him.
Yeah, she had some experience serving up coffee. He wondered for a moment how long she'd worked at the Muffin Man.
"I'm the new fire chief in town," he said, pulling the already warm cup towards him to sip at the life-giving liquid inside. He was staring down at the display case as he said it, contemplating which donut was the most deserving of being eaten, but even out of the corner of his eye, he could tell she'd stiffened up. His eyes shot up and caught her look. She was staring at him, mouth open. "What's wrong?" he asked, confused. He looked behind him, thinking maybe someone had snuck up behind him who she didn't care for, but no one was there.
He looked back at Sugar and she was smiling again, although it didn't appear nearly as natural as it had before.
"Nothing," she said. She cleared her throat. "What kind of donut did you want?"
"Maple bar, please."
She nodded, slipping the long, golden donut into a brown paper bag.
"Hold on," he said, another sip of coffee helping his brain begin to actually do something useful, "why don't you make that a dozen donuts? I'm meeting with the guys down at the station for the first time this morning - holding a little get-together, you know? I should probably bring donuts with me. Help break the ice."
She mumbled something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like, "You're gonna need more than donuts," but when he shot her a questioning look, she just smiled back innocently.
"Do you care which kind?" she asked.
"Variety," he said, shrugging.
She got to work, sliding some bear claws, a cake donut, some more maple bars, and a couple of sugar donuts into a cardboard box stamped "Muffin Man" on top. She rang him up quickly and after he slid his card into the machine, entering his PIN, she pushed the box across the counter to him.
"Good luck today," she said, sending him an overly brilliant smile. She followed it up by mumbling something else under her breath, and this time, he only caught the word "need."
"What?" he asked, irritated.
"Nothing! Enjoy your donuts, sir."
"Jaxson."
"What?"
"I figured I knew your name; you should know mine. Jaxson. Plus, I'm too damn young to be called sir."
"Enjoy your donuts...Jaxson."
He slid the box onto his arm and, balancing his coffee cup in his other hand, made his way back towards the door. If every damn person in Sawyer was gonna take up mumbling underneath their breath while they were talking to him, he was gonna be stark-raving mad within the week.
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