Free Flash Point (Kilgore Fire Book 2) by Lani Lynn Vale

“You’ve had me since you left. I’ve never not been with you. I’ve always been yours. Through these last ten years. Through thick and thin. Through you getting married. I was never not yours.”
    He leaned forward suddenly, until his eyes were inches away from mine, and he said. “I’m divorced. The ‘wife’ that you keep referring to isn’t my wife anymore. The only reason we married at all was because she was my good buddy’s girl and he left her pregnant with no life insurance at all. I married her so she could have my benefits. She just married somebody else. Somebody who loves her.”
    “That baby,” I choked. “She’s not yours?”
    He shook his head. “No. Not mine.”
    I closed my eyes, relief flooding through me.
    Then anger followed soon after.
    Rearing back, I launched my fist at Booth’s face.
    He never saw it coming.
    It hit him so hard in the nose that I heard it pop.
    Or that might’ve been my hand.
    Yep, pretty sure it was my hand.
    “Owww,” I cried, doubling over
    Booth scooped me up and led me into his parents’ kitchen, sitting me up on the counter as he’d done hundreds of times before.
    He used to set me up here so he could get me drinks. Cook for me. Find us something to snack on. Talk.
    This used to be our place.
    We had our first make out session on these counters…and our first sexual experience. Not that his parents would ever know that.
    This time, however, we weren’t together.
    We weren’t anything.
    And my head was currently dropped down to my chest as I tried to breathe through the nausea as the pain really started to make itself known.
    “You stiffen your wrist next time you do that,” Booth said as he placed a Ziploc bag of ice on my hand.
    “Mmmm,” I was all I could manage.
    “Move your wrist,” he said.
    I did.
    “Now your fingers,” he ordered.
    I straightened out my fingers and pain shot down my arm, starting at the base of my left pinky.
    “Your pinky finger looks like it’s broken, but there’s nothing the hospital can do for a broken finger. You need one of those splint things,” he explained.
    I knew that.
    I’d never had a broken anything before, so this was new.
    And it sucked.
    Balls .
    Then, with the utmost care, Booth pulled my hand up to his mouth and placed a kiss on my swollen pinky.
    And I’d never ever admit it, but the badass in him looked not so… badass .
    “I’m sorry,” he whispered gruffly.
    “You’re sorry that I hit you and got hurt?” I asked, voice quivering.
    He nodded. “I’ve been an ass. I’ve done things to you…on purpose. And I don’t feel good about doing that to you.”
    I took in a deep, settling breath, then finally lifted my eyes to his.
    He was being sincere.
    I could see the weight of his sincerity in his eyes. The way he gave me everything just by looking at me.
    “Where do we go from here?” I asked softly.
    He pursed his lips, dropping my hand onto my lap and holding the ice down as he thought.
    Then, he let me have it all.
    Gave me his whole entire heart and placed it in the palm of my hand.
    I could either throw it back at him, or keep it and hold it safe. Treat it better than I had previously.
    I got my second chance.
    Well…I had to work at it, but I got the offer of a second chance, anyway.

Chapter 9
    I was going to work out…but then I realized this nap ain’t going to take itself.
    -Night Shirt
    Masen
    “Each and every time I nearly died, I used to chant your name like one would a prayer. It’d give me that more drive to survive. To go home to you. To make you realize that I never blamed you. Never stopped loving you,” he said.
    I waited, knowing he wasn’t finished.
    When Booth spoke, you listened.
    No matter what…even if all you wanted to do was bust him over the head with a shoe.
    “I’ve loved you since I saw you in those short shorts with your hair flying in the wind. From the moment you ran to your car and stood on the bumper of your Jeep to put the top up, I knew