Free The Last of The Red Hot Firefighters (Red Hot Reunions Book 1) by Jessie Evans

bathroom. “PBS has some really good shows on it now.”
    Naomi made a sour face, and Mick nodded in agreement.
    “She cancelled Mom and Dad’s cable to save money,” Mick said. “And she used the last of the coffee.”
    “I did not!” Maddie shouted over the sound of the shower starting up. “Stop lying, Mick. At least until I get out of the shower and can defend myself.”
    “She totally used the last of the coffee,” Mick said in a softer voice. “And there’s no way we’d make it through six hours of PBS without falling asleep. So we’re going to do Blood Marys first, swing by the store for bad snacks, and then come home and watch all the Indiana Jones movies. I found the DVDs in a box of my old stuff.”
    “Yes,” Naomi said with a proud nod. “Now that’s the kind of thing I like to hear. Good problem solving, little bro.”
    “Give it to me,” Mick said, holding up a hand for Naomi to high-five, which she did with a laugh.
    “I’m going to throw on clothes,” Mick said as he backed toward the door. “Meet you downstairs in fifteen?”
    “Aye aye,” Naomi said, saluting as Mick disappeared into the hall.

CHAPTER TEN
    Naomi
    Naomi took a deep, hopeful breath.
    Maybe this day might not be so bad after all. She wasn’t one for drinking in the morning, but luckily, she’d already slept until almost noon. And she couldn’t deny the thought of spending the day slightly buzzed and watching Indiana Jones with two of her favorite people was exciting. And maybe—once the three of them got good and liquored up—Naomi would work up the courage to talk to Mick and Maddie about her feelings for Jake.
    So far she’d been too chicken to fess up to her brother and sister. Since breaking up with his long-time girlfriend, Bridget, Mick had avoided all boy-girl talk like the plague. And way back in the day, Maddie had cornered Naomi and flat-out begged her not to break up with Jake. Maddie had always had a good head on her shoulders, even at fourteen.
    Naomi knew her sister was doubting her instincts right now—having your husband suddenly declare he’s gay after years of marriage would screw with anyone’s head. But even though Maddie had been blindsided by her (now) ex-husband’s revelation, Naomi still trusted her sister’s judgment. Maddie had a sixth sense when it came to people. She knew the good from the bad, the keepers from the ones you should throw back in.
    Serge, her ex-husband, was a great guy, and he had loved—and still loved—Maddie with all his heart, just not in the romantic way he’d pretended while sorting out his sexual orientation. In many ways, Maddie had made a good choice the first time around, and Naomi knew her sister would find another amazing man someday soon.
    But in the meantime, maybe Maddie could help Naomi figure out if there was any hope at all for a fresh start with Jake.
    “There’s always hope,” Naomi said aloud as she swung her sock-clad feet to the floor, glancing over at her wall of inspiration.
    She’d hung the giant corkboard when she was sixteen, after taking her fifth junior chef champion cooking title at an international competition in London. The board represented her future, and she’d filled it with quotes from all the people who inspired her. She was determined to be the next Julia Child by the time she reached twenty and had faith in the wisdom of those who had come before to show her the way.
    She’d achieved all her professional goals, though not always on the schedule she’d mapped out—she was twenty-five before she landed her own show, and twenty-eight before her name became synonymous with good food and great entertaining. But even though she’d scaled to the top of her career mountain, she still kept an inspiration wall at each of her houses, even in her tiny ski cabin in Colorado. They helped her find her center and always lifted her up when she was feeling down or confused.
    This morning, she found the perfect quote within a few