Did you need Jordan for something, Cookie?" Gavin asked with thinly veiled impatience. Hands back in his pockets, he took a step away from Jordan. "Or do you merely excel at crappy timing?"	"Sorry, Chief." Cookie's short purple-and-blue hair stuck out in a hundred different directions, and she winked when she peeked out from behind the swinging door....	"It's a gift."	"That's not what I would call it," he grumbled.
Sara  Humphreys, Brave the Heat
contemporary-romance, fireman-romance, small-town-romance