Turn Up The Heat (Searing Saviors #3)

I know. You don’t expect a guy like me to drive an ambulance. Hell, I didn’t think I’d end up here either. But here I am, ex-military and riding around in a metal box trying to save lives to make up for the ones I couldn’t when I was overseas.

Talk about issues.

But it’s the only place where the flashbacks can’t reach me. Where I can keep my head down and focus on the task at hand. Having the other guys at the fire hall has been a huge help in the past, but it’s not enough.

Not anymore.

Things are getting worse. People are starting to notice that something is wrong with me. People who shouldn’t concern themselves with my shit. Like the fire chief and the other guys on my crew. They have enough on their plates to deal with, rather than concerning themselves with my well-being.

Right when things start to get real bad, a distraction crosses my path. A pretty girl with dark red hair and green eyes named Brea. And the best part? She works right beside the fire station.

She is the cure to my pain, and she doesn’t even know it. And that’s how I want to keep it.

But I can’t hide my trauma forever, and when she sees the effects of my time overseas firsthand, she can’t help herself. She tries to save me—but I don’t need saving.

I don’t deserve it.

I failed the people who relied on me, and this is my punishment.

And I will sit in it for as long as I must, until the ghosts of war retreat to the recesses of my mind and fade from waking memory.

Every Good Girl Deserves a Bad Boy. ~ Weston