more
than kissing. Don’t you?”
Brandon bit his lip, fighting the urge to
groan as Lucy shifted on his lap, her hip nudging where he ached.
“We can wait. I don’t want to rush you.”
“ You’re not rushing me,”
she said, standing and taking him by the hand, pulling him off the
couch and toward his bedroom. “I’m rushing you. I’m the older, more
experienced one, remember.”
Brandon smiled. “Older, anyway. I know a
thing or two about a thing or two. I might surprise you, Miss
Bledsoe.”
“ You’ve already surprised
me, Mr. Nordstrom,” she said, dropping his hand at the entrance to
his bedroom and reaching for the bottom of her tee
shirt.
A moment later it was over her head and
Brandon got his first glance at her small, but perfectly shaped
breasts. He’d known she wasn’t wearing a bra last night, but he’d
forced himself not to think about it too much. Now, he didn’t try
to force anything, he simply allowed his instincts free rein as he
followed Lucy to the bed and rolled her beneath him.
The first taste of her skin was honeysuckle
and salt water and cool, evening light. She tasted like beautiful
secrets and a hint of sadness and sunshine waiting to burst out
from behind the clouds. Many minutes later, when she pulled his
lips to hers and kissed him with her entire heart as he pushed
inside her sweet, tight heat, Brandon felt the last of his doubt
melt away.
He was in love. For the first time in his
life, he understood what it felt like to make love to a woman and
he never wanted to stop, never wanted to leave Lucy’s arms, or lose
the peace and bliss he’d found there.
And so when she woke him from a nap later
that afternoon—shaking his arm, telling him she needed him to take
her to the firehouse, that she’d had another vision while she was
in the shower and knew exactly who was in trouble—he didn’t
hesitate or worry what Jake or any of the other guys were going to
say when he brought his psychic girlfriend in to tell them Faith
was in danger.
He believed her, even before he saw Jake’s
haunted face, or learned that Faith had been missing for close to
two hours.
Chapter Eight
Long before she and Jake said their “I
do’s,” Naomi Whitehouse knew being the wife of a small town fire
chief wasn’t going to be easy. Not only did Jake regularly work
seventy-two hour shifts, he went in to check on things at the
station on his days off, answered email from the city council at
home, and worked with the fire marshal to make sure the volunteer
departments in the surrounding rural areas had the proper
training.
He was devoted to his job, but he was no
less devoted to their marriage or their daughter. Jake was a man
who took all of his responsibilities seriously and would rather
drop in the harness than let anyone down.
But even big, strong men with the will power
of a war commander and the determination of a salmon swimming
upstream needed a break now and then. She didn’t need a crystal
ball to know Jake probably hadn’t slept for at least twenty-four
hours, maybe more. Now, with Faith missing, the chances that
Naomi’s husband would take time out for a nap were slim to
none.
By five o’clock Sunday night, Naomi knew
someone had to take the boss to task, and there was only one woman
for the job. She asked Greta, Noelle’s nanny, to stay overnight,
packed a bag of “soothe the husband” supplies, and hustled out to
her car, spirits lifting as she realized the downpour had finally
become a drizzle.
Hopefully the break in the rain would make
the search for Faith easier.
Please, God, let them find
her soon, she prayed, the same prayer she’d
been silently chanting since she’d learned her brother’s fiancée
was missing. Faith was already a part of their family. Losing her
would be like losing a sister, and poor Mick…
Naomi shook off the thought. Mick wasn’t
going to lose Faith. One of the search parties would find her, and
in the meantime Naomi was going to make
than kissing. Don’t you?”
Brandon bit his lip, fighting the urge to
groan as Lucy shifted on his lap, her hip nudging where he ached.
“We can wait. I don’t want to rush you.”
“ You’re not rushing me,”
she said, standing and taking him by the hand, pulling him off the
couch and toward his bedroom. “I’m rushing you. I’m the older, more
experienced one, remember.”
Brandon smiled. “Older, anyway. I know a
thing or two about a thing or two. I might surprise you, Miss
Bledsoe.”
“ You’ve already surprised
me, Mr. Nordstrom,” she said, dropping his hand at the entrance to
his bedroom and reaching for the bottom of her tee
shirt.
A moment later it was over her head and
Brandon got his first glance at her small, but perfectly shaped
breasts. He’d known she wasn’t wearing a bra last night, but he’d
forced himself not to think about it too much. Now, he didn’t try
to force anything, he simply allowed his instincts free rein as he
followed Lucy to the bed and rolled her beneath him.
The first taste of her skin was honeysuckle
and salt water and cool, evening light. She tasted like beautiful
secrets and a hint of sadness and sunshine waiting to burst out
from behind the clouds. Many minutes later, when she pulled his
lips to hers and kissed him with her entire heart as he pushed
inside her sweet, tight heat, Brandon felt the last of his doubt
melt away.
He was in love. For the first time in his
life, he understood what it felt like to make love to a woman and
he never wanted to stop, never wanted to leave Lucy’s arms, or lose
the peace and bliss he’d found there.
And so when she woke him from a nap later
that afternoon—shaking his arm, telling him she needed him to take
her to the firehouse, that she’d had another vision while she was
in the shower and knew exactly who was in trouble—he didn’t
hesitate or worry what Jake or any of the other guys were going to
say when he brought his psychic girlfriend in to tell them Faith
was in danger.
He believed her, even before he saw Jake’s
haunted face, or learned that Faith had been missing for close to
two hours.
Chapter Eight
Long before she and Jake said their “I
do’s,” Naomi Whitehouse knew being the wife of a small town fire
chief wasn’t going to be easy. Not only did Jake regularly work
seventy-two hour shifts, he went in to check on things at the
station on his days off, answered email from the city council at
home, and worked with the fire marshal to make sure the volunteer
departments in the surrounding rural areas had the proper
training.
He was devoted to his job, but he was no
less devoted to their marriage or their daughter. Jake was a man
who took all of his responsibilities seriously and would rather
drop in the harness than let anyone down.
But even big, strong men with the will power
of a war commander and the determination of a salmon swimming
upstream needed a break now and then. She didn’t need a crystal
ball to know Jake probably hadn’t slept for at least twenty-four
hours, maybe more. Now, with Faith missing, the chances that
Naomi’s husband would take time out for a nap were slim to
none.
By five o’clock Sunday night, Naomi knew
someone had to take the boss to task, and there was only one woman
for the job. She asked Greta, Noelle’s nanny, to stay overnight,
packed a bag of “soothe the husband” supplies, and hustled out to
her car, spirits lifting as she realized the downpour had finally
become a drizzle.
Hopefully the break in the rain would make
the search for Faith easier.
Please, God, let them find
her soon, she prayed, the same prayer she’d
been silently chanting since she’d learned her brother’s fiancée
was missing. Faith was already a part of their family. Losing her
would be like losing a sister, and poor Mick…
Naomi shook off the thought. Mick wasn’t
going to lose Faith. One of the search parties would find her, and
in the meantime Naomi was going to make
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