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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 reign 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 TEN
    Naomi
    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 sure Jake was rested and prepared to keep making good decisions.
    The rain might