The Firefighter Meets His Match (Red Hot Reunions Book 4) by Jessie Evans Page B

distance, “or were you kissing that guy before I walked up?”
    “Where’s Ross?” Mia asked, affecting greater concern than she felt for the man, who was probably at her place making nachos as she spoke. “Is he okay? Did you two get caught?”
    “Because it looked like you were kissing him,” Bubba said, obviously not prepared to let the subject drop. “I kind of hope you were, Mia. This schoolmarm thing is a dumb idea.”
    “Spinster, not schoolmarm,” Mia corrected. “And it’s not a dumb idea; it’s my destiny.”
    Bubba stepped closer, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. “I get that you were in a bad place when you came home, babe, but you know that curse isn’t real, right? I mean, what happened to your gram was just bad luck.”
    Mia bristled, but she refused to have this discussion again. She and Bubba had had the same argument a dozen times in the past year, and every time, it ended badly. Bubba came from a long line of mostly practical people, who lived off the land, and Mia came from a long line of cursed first daughters, who lived a real life ghost story, and both of them were too stubborn to entertain the other person’s point of view. It was better to table this line of questioning, and forget she’d ever kissed Sawyer. He was just another tourist. He’d be gone in a few days, and then everything would be the way it was before.
    It was a strangely sad thought, but comforting, too.
    At least that’s what Mia told herself.
    “Is Ross making nachos?” Mia shrugged Bubba’s hand off her shoulder and started across the parking lot. “Because I’m starving.”
    Bubba sighed, but fell in beside her. “He was chopping up onions and cilantro when I left.”
    Mia moaned in anticipation. “Oh, good. I love them with cilantro.”
    “I told him to throw some cookies in the oven, too. Just in case we needed sweet after the salty.”
    “Sounds perfect,” Mia said, but as she and Bubba walked through the warm night, with a sky full of diamonds twinkling overhead, and a gentle breeze kissing their skin, she wasn’t thinking about nachos and cookies, or even good friends and beer.
    She was thinking about kisses that made your toes curl, and a man who tasted like long summer days and hot summer nights.
    Leather and Lace is available now.

About the Author
    New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Jessie Evans, gave up a career as an international woman of mystery to write the sexy, contemporary romances she loves to read.

She's married to the man of her dreams, and together they're raising a few adorable, mischievous children in a cottage in the jungle. She grew up in rural Arkansas, spending summers running wild, being chewed by chiggers, and now appreciates her home in a chigger-free part of the world even more. 

When she's not writing, Jessie enjoys playing her dulcimer (badly), sewing the worlds ugliest quilts to give to her friends, going for bike rides with her house full of boys, and drifting in and out on the waves, feeling thankful for sun, surf, and lovely people to share them with.

Learn more at www.jessieevansromance.com .