Free The Bad Boy Firefighter's Secret Fling (Red Hot Reunions Book 3) by Jessie Evans Page A

Faith was happier than Jamison had ever seen her.
    “Does that mean I’m uninvited to dinner tonight?” Faith asked. “Or should I just eat a snack first to fill up my hollow leg before I come over?”
    Naomi laughed again and leaned over to assure Faith she was still more than welcome to dinner; Jamison took the opportunity to ease away from the table and through the crowd. The clock on the wall said it was almost ten, and he had someplace important to be.
    After snagging a large mug of coffee with extra cream, a waffle drizzled with syrup and covered in crushed walnuts, and two forks, Jamison ducked into the hall and made his way through the weight room and out the back door.
    Outside on the grass, abandoned balls lay where the kids had left them when they were called in to eat and a row of bikes glinted in the sun. It was the kind of warm, sunny morning that practically begged you to come have your meal outdoors. But thankfully, so far he was the only one to answer the call.
    Balancing the plate on top of the mug, Jamison climbed the fire-escape ladder and continued up the two rows of stairs to the roof. As soon as he stepped onto the cracked asphalt he smiled—now the morning felt complete.
    Maddie was already sitting in one of the chairs he’d snuck up earlier this morning, dressed in a red sundress that barely brushed her knees, with a ring of white daisies in her hair.
    “I see you got my note,” he said, grinning as she turned to glance over her shoulder, her eyes lighting up when she saw him coming.
    “I did,” she said. “But it’s a good thing Lucy’s back at work, or I wouldn’t have been able to come.”
    “You think I’m an amateur?” Jamison settled into the chair next to her. “I knew she’d be at work, and what time she was coming in.”
    Maddie’s eyebrows lifted as she accepted the coffee he extended to her. “Impressive.” She took a sip, sighing in pleasure. “Mmm…and extra creamy, just the way I like it.”
    “I knew that, too,” Jamison said. “I’ve done all my detective work.”
    Maddie grinned. “You’re clearly wasting your potential fighting fires. You should have been an international man of mystery.”
    “Or a mob boss,” Jamison said.
    “Or a high-class male escort,” Maddie said, giggling when he shot her a hard look. “What? You’re discreet, romantic, and your love-rod is absolutely worthy of a thousand dollars a night.”
    “It’s not a love-rod, it’s a cock,” Jamison said derisively, though he secretly loved that Maddie had nicknamed his stuff. “And it’s not the cock that’s worth a thousand dollars a night, it’s the man who knows how to use it.”
    “And to think I get it all for free,” she said with a naughty wink. “I’m a lucky girl.”
    “You are,” Jamison agreed, cutting a bite of waffle and offering her the fork.
    Maddie slipped the bite into her mouth with a sexy little purring sound. “Hmm…this is delicious. My compliments to the chef.”
    “I can’t take credit for that,” Jamison said, cutting himself a larger bite. “Kiki brings the waffle mix. I’ve tried to get her recipe, but she won’t tell anyone what she puts in it.”
    “Cinnamon and ginger for sure,” Maddie said, squinting up at the blue sky as she considered. “And maybe nutmeg, and something a little unexpected. I’ll need another taste to sort it out, but I will.”
    “Think you can crack her code?” Jamison asked, impressed.
    “You’re not the only one with spy potential.” Maddie handed him her fork. “Load me up. A few more bites and I’ll have it all worked out. I might even make you a batch tomorrow morning if you’re lucky.”
    “So you’ve decided to let Lucy open on Sundays?” Jamison cut her another bite.
    Maddie’s eyes narrowed. “How did you know that?”
    “I told you, I know everything.” He winked. “I had a heart to heart with Lucy yesterday when I was scoping out the Saturday schedule. She feels she’s ready for