My Fake Husband: A Secret Baby Romance (Rockford Falls 2)

“Early boyfriend, first flush of love, just started sleeping together boyfriend thing to do,” Nicole corrected. “Super thoughtful, shows how well he knows you and also shows off a little in front of your friends. No offense to my friend the florist here, but it’s better than sending you flowers at work or something. It’s food. Food is the universal symbol of love.”

“No, flowers are,” I protested.

“You say that because you sell flowers,” Michelle said. “I’d rather have a burger. No question.”

“He probably asked Rachel what we all like, since she always takes our orders at the diner,” I said.

“Whatever, he likes you. Your husband likes you. What a concept!” Nicole insisted, laughing.

We all bickered and giggled while we ate our delicious, greasy meal. By the time we closed the place at 7:30, everything had been delivered or picked up by the customers. I’d made up the morning orders as well, and they were chilling safely in the cooler. We cleaned up, I took out the trash, and I thanked the girls.

“I owe you drinks,” I promised.

“Lots of drinks. Saturday,” Michelle said emphatically.

“We’ll have drinks on Saturday,” I promised. “I’m closing at three on Saturday so I can get everything cleaned up and in order for Monday.”

“We’ll see you Saturday, then,” Nicole said. “Unless Michelle brings you a muffin so you’ll sleep with her. Tell Damon we said thanks for supper.”

“Nah, I think she’ll thank him for all of us,” Michelle said archly.

I stuck my tongue out at her and grabbed my keys so we could all walk out together.

By the time I got home, it was nine-thirty, and I wanted a shower and to go to sleep. I also remembered that Damon got off work at ten. I could get a shower, wait up for him and, as Michelle said, thank him for all of us. I jumped in the shower and blasted myself with hot water, scrubbing all over with my coconut body wash and shaving my legs. My hair was clean and I even used the blow dryer on it for a few minutes so it wasn’t a wet, lanky mess when he got home. I put on my nice pajamas, brushed my teeth twice. And flossed. And used mouth wash. I wanted to be minty fresh when he came in the door.

I was in the kitchen trying to decide if it was still too warm out to make him hot cocoa or if I had time to stir up some brownie mix and throw a pan in the oven. I heard his truck and dashed into the living room, not unlike an eager Labrador Retriever, I thought ruefully. I was smiling, wondered if I should go get a beer out of the fridge for him or if that was too 1950s.

Damon walked through the door. He was tall and broad and handsome, every line of his face tired and discouraged looking. A day’s worth of stubble was auburn and brown along his square jaw. I stepped forward of my own volition, the words of thanks for the French toast and for dinner dying on my tongue. I went to him, put my arms around him and hugged him. His arms closed around me instantly, hugging the hell out of me.

“Oh, God, I needed this, Trix,” he said. “After the day I had.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked, hugging him tight. He released me and I rocked back on my feet.

He toed off his boots and sat on the couch. His dry-fit RFFD shirt clung to lines of muscle and squeezed his strong arms. I tried not to ogle, but navy blue was a hell of a color on a man with eyes like his and any color was awesome on a body like that. I cleared my throat, sat beside him but not too close. I curled my legs up under me and leaned my elbow on the back of the couch.

“Well, I got my ass handed to me by the chief today.”

“Why? You’re a hero!” I said indignantly.

“Easy, tiger,” he chuckled, “sure, it looks that way from seeing it on the news, but the film from the Overton chief’s bodycam and the orders I was given—I went against a direct order to stand back, to go for containment since we couldn’t extinguish the blaze. I went back in and searched for that guy on nothing but a hunch. No one indicated there was anybody in the building still, and if there were, it was likely they were already dead from the smoke. I took a hell of a chance, and I’m not sorry I did it, but I’m suspended for a couple days and got a scolding that’d make your ears bleed. Not even my mama can make a man feel worse than the chief can.”

“That is bullshit!” I burst out. “That man would be dead without you. If you’d listened to orders, and he died, how would you all feel? How would his family feel knowing that nobody went in after him and he was gone? I thought your job was to put out fires and save people from them, not to kiss the Overton chief’s ass when he was being a lazy bastard!”