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Contents
Title
Copyright
Books by Cassie Cole
1 - Alyssa
2 - Alyssa
3 - Alyssa
4 - Jack
5 - Alyssa
6 - Alyssa
7 - Liam
8 - Alyssa
9 - Alyssa
10 - Alyssa
11 - Jack
12 - Alyssa
13 - Alyssa
14 - Mateo
15 - Alyssa
16 - Alyssa
17 - Alyssa
18 - Alyssa
19 - Alyssa
20 - Alyssa
21 - Alyssa
22 - Jack
23 - Liam
24 - Mateo
25 - Alyssa
26 - Alyssa
27 - Alyssa
28 - Alyssa
29 - Alyssa
30 - Alyssa
31 - Liam
32 - Jack
33 - Jack
34 - Alyssa
35 - Alyssa
36 - Alyssa
37 - Alyssa
38 - Jack
Epilogue
Bonus Chapter
Sneak Peek - Nanny for the Athletes
About the Author
Shared by the Firemen
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Books by Cassie Cole
Standalone Novels
Shared by the Firemen
Nanny for the Athletes
Shared by the Pilots
Match Point
Roommates With Benefits
The Inheritance
Bosses With Benefits
Nanny for the Mercenaries
Shared by the Billionaires
Nanny for the Santas
Nanny for the Firemen
Nanny for the SEALs
Shared by the Cowboys
Nanny for the Billionaire
Her Lucky Charm
Naughty Resolution
Unwrapped
Frostbitten
Snowbound
Hail Mary
Extra Credit
Nanny With Benefits
Triple Play
Tiger Queen
The Study Group
Undercover Action
Trained At The Gym
Christmas Package
The Naughty List
Smolder
Sealed With A Kiss
Full Contact
The Proposition
Saved by the SEALs
Shared by her Bodyguards
Triple Team
All In
Five Alarm Christmas
Drilled
Broken In
Pyromancer’s Path
Warrior’s Wrath
Mage’s Mercy
Tinker’s Trial
Ranger’s Risk
Shadow’s Savior
1
Alyssa
Brandi: You okay? I gave you exactly 30 minutes and I haven’t heard anything, so
either you’re still sitting in your car, or you’re already getting wine drunk at the hotel.
Me: I’m doing surprisingly good! Walking through the house actually made me feel a
lot better.
Me: Seriously, I’m great. Better than I expected, honestly.
Brandi: That’s great! I know exactly what you mean.
Brandi: Or at least, I hope I’ll feel the same way tomorrow when I walk around
inside. I’m hoping to get there by lunch. I’ll take you to that sandwich shop after :-)
Me: I’d like that!
When I drove home, I eyed the electric-blue house two doors down from ours again. That house stirred just as many emotions
as our mother’s home, although in a totally different way. I gave a start when I saw two boys, both with sandy-blond hair, go
running across the front yard. A pretty woman with flowing blonde hair rose from the garden she was tending to say something
to them.
It was like a vice had gripped my heart. Did Jack still live there? Was that his wife, and his kids?
I let out a sigh of relief when I noticed the father standing on a ladder, cleaning out the gutters. A man that was definitely not
Jack Franco, the boy I had grown up with. If Jack still lived there, that would have made this trip a lot tougher.
He had probably moved out of town like the rest of us. He always liked to say that he was going to stay in Clearwater his
entire life, but people said a lot of things when they were teenagers. Brandi had promised me, on more than one occasion, that
she would marry Leonardo DiCaprio. “Fat chance, now that we’re twenty-six!” I said out loud, laughing at my own stupid joke.
I would need to repeat it to Brandi when I saw her tomorrow.
As I approached our house, I thought about how good I felt. Our mother had been an emotional burden, and now that she was
gone, that burden was lifted. It was awful to feel that way, of course, but that’s just how it was.
Maybe this trip won’t be so bad after all. I’ll be here two weeks. Maybe three. Brandi and I will spend a lot of time
together settling our mother’s affairs at home, and at her upholstery shop downtown, and then I can go back to my own life.
I parked in the driveway this time, an act of defiance. I played music in the kitchen while cooking dinner; our mother hated
music, and had always insisted that we use headphones so that she wouldn’t be distracted from her work. For the first time
since we moved in back in 2009, the house actually felt alive. A place where a loving family full of loving people belonged.
I unwrapped the new bedsheets I had bought and made both twin beds. I hoped Brandi wouldn’t mind sharing a room again; I
thought it would feel like we were having an adult sleepover. And if not, we could clean all the fabric and junk out of our
mother’s office and move a bed in there.
We could do whatever we wanted.
That night, for the first time, I fell asleep in that house without any trouble.
I woke to a chaotic inferno.
2
Alyssa
2009
Alyssa
Present Day
Tears welled in my eyes as I sat up in bed, looking around my room. It was still dark, but there was a glow around the frame
of the door like an orange rectangle, which gave enough light to see the smoke creeping through the cracks. It was oppressively
hot inside the room, and the smoke was acrid and stung my lungs and eyes.
My brain finally caught up to the situation. I was in Clearwater, in the room Brandi and I grew up in. There was a fire in the
house. I was in trouble.
This has to be a nightmare… right?
The sound of something crashing deeper in the house banished all illusions that this was just a dream. I needed to get out. I
approached the door, but the smoke was stronger there, so I pulled my shirt up over my mouth and breathed through it. I tapped
the handle—it was scalding hot. And judging by the glow under the door and around the frame, there was a fire in the hallway
right outside.
If I don’t get out, I’m going to die. The thought was like a shot of adrenaline.
I whirled to the window. The storm shutters on the outside were still closed, blocking any light from outside. I grabbed the
window pane and pulled, but it didn’t budge. I yanked two more times before disengaging the twist-lock on the top. But even
with it unlocked, the window refused to move. A quick glance showed that when the room had been painted, even the window
was painted over, sealing the glass to the frame. I let out a cry of distress and banged on the window.
Windows. Glass. Smashing. My thoughts were becoming sluggish as I coughed, but that was enough to help me form a plan.
The room was empty aside from my bed and suitcase, so I grabbed the latter and hurled it at the window. It bounced off on the
first try. I was beginning to grow tired, so tired, and it was more difficult to raise it the second time. I needed to smash through
the glass or I was going to suffocate in here, and die.
I heaved the suitcase at the window. My throw was weaker than the first, and didn’t come close to breaking through the
reinforced hurricane glass. Smoke was filling the room from the ceiling down, so I dropped to my knees, then down onto my
belly.
I knew I needed to move, to do something, but it was hard to find the strength or motivation. The air was clean down here,
and I was so, so tired. If I allowed myself to relax for a few moments, I would regain enough energy to do something. All I
needed to do was close my eyes for a moment or two.
Without warning, the door smashed open in a spray of wood splinters. The silhouette of a fireman stood in the doorway,
outlined by a flare of flames behind him. He held an ax across his chest, helmeted head swiveling to examine the room. When
he saw me, he put the ax away—I couldn’t see where—and quickly bent down to me.
“I got you,” I heard him say, muffled behind his oxygen mask. “Let’s go.”
He raised me off the ground like I weighed nothing, and then I was floating. Flames licked up the hallway walls and across
the ceiling like the tide caressing a beach. The heat was powerful, and painful, so I buried my face in his uniform and closed
my eyes shut.
Everything was a blur for several minutes. The heat disappeared, and then I was cold. I was laying in the grass. Someone
pressed a mask to my mouth, and the air was cool and sweet. People spoke all around me, but I barely heard them.
“Glad you heard her pounding against the window.”
“Point of origin is the garage.”
“Mateo’s out. Says the rest of the house is clear.”
“I’ll be damned… she almost looks like…”
“It’s her. Almost did a double-take when I saw her. Didn’t realize she was back in town.”
The mask was removed from my mouth. When I opened my eyes, I saw a fireman crouched over me.
“Nobody else inside, right?” the man asked. He had an interesting accent, almost British. “No dogs or cats or other pets?”
My throat burned from the smoke, so all I did was shake my head.
There was a crashing noise which made everyone jolt. The roof of the garage was collapsing in on itself, sending up a blast
of flames that scalded my cheeks even from a hundred feet away. Now that I was seeing it, I couldn’t look away. Flames shone
in every window and danced above the roof, bright orange against the black sky while sick shadows danced across the lawn. A
trio of other firemen were maneuvering a hose, but the water didn’t seem to be doing much. The neighbors on the next three
houses I could see were all standing in their lawns, watching with shock and despair.
I hadn’t wept when our mother died, but now my tears flowed freely. Then the mask was placed back over my face, and I was
lifted up into an ambulance and taken away from all the horror.
4
Jack
Jen: You know you’re supposed to call whenever there’s a fire. How else am I
supposed to know you’re okay? :-)
Me: Sorry. Hectic morning. The fire was bad, but nobody was hurt.
Jen: I know you probably already ate at Diane’s this morning, but I’ve got an hour for
lunch if you want to meet up. I’m buying!
Me: Today doesn’t work—I’m following up on something. Rain check?
Jen: It’s a date :-) We have lots to talk about! I’m thinking of renting out the room
above my garage, and want to pick your brain.
The person I was looking for had been moved from the ER to the non-critical wing of the hospital, according to the helpful
admin at the front desk. When I neared the hospital room in question, I slowed down. The curtain was drawn across the room,
but a sliver between the curtain and the wall was wide enough to see the bed inside. As I walked slowly, my view changed:
bare feet, then a hospital gown covering legs, then bare arms and tubes connected to an oxygen machine. I stopped before the
face and respirator mask came into view.
“Excuse me,” I asked a passing nurse. “The patient in that room. Alyssa Ford. Can you tell me her status?”
The nurse looked me up and down suspiciously.
“I work at Fire Station Seven,” I said, flashing my credentials. “I pulled her out of the fire. Not trying to pry, I just… I just
want to make sure she’s all right.”
Her entire demeanor changed, and she grabbed the clipboard off the door and flipped through the pages. “The patient looks
like she’s doing great. Her oxygen numbers are good, and she didn’t suffer any burns. Worst thing we saw on her was a bruise
on her knee. We have her on oxygen as a precaution, but she should be released in a few hours. She’s awake if you want to talk
to—”
“Thanks,” I said. “Have a great day.” I retreated from the hospital before I could change my mind.
Most firefighters, including our station, worked a 24-48 schedule. That meant 24 straight hours on the job, followed by 48
hours off. Then that three-day cycle started all over again. But Liam, Mateo, and I had volunteered for an extra shift to cover
some of the boys who were going out of town for a wedding. That was the shift when Alyssa’s house had burned down. I tried
not to see that coincidence as a sign.
I usually savored my time between shifts at the station, but today I was antsy to get back to it. I knew sitting around at home
wouldn’t do me any good.
“There he is,” Liam said when I showed up at the station that afternoon. He and a few other firemen were sitting around the
living room, watching baseball highlights on TV. “We were just talking about you.”
“That’s the last thing a guy likes to hear when he shows up to work,” I said, pouring a cup of coffee.
“Nothing bad,” Mateo said in Cuban-accented English. “Liam was telling me about Alyssa.”
“She is bad news,” I said. “Stay away from her. Both of you.”
“Actually,” Liam replied, “we were talking about you and her.”
“That’s even worse news. I want nothing to do with her.”
Liam gave Mateo a look that said: I told you so.
“What?” I demanded.
“You two have a history,” Liam said.
“Not really.”
Liam gave me one of his disarming half-grins, but said nothing. The man was so damn easygoing. Like there was nothing in
the world to worry about, least of all an old almost-fling from high school.
“I forgot!” Mateo jumped up and ran to the fridge. He returned with a slice of key lime pie. “From Diane’s.”
“Thanks, but I’m not hungry.”
Mateo scowled. “Bad luck.”
“Don’t believe in luck.”
“We do.” Liam pushed the plate closer to me. “Come on, bud. It’s tradition. Hasn’t steered us wrong yet. But if you tempt the
Key Lime Pie gods, and something happens on our next call… I’d hate to have that hanging over me.”
Mateo gave a single, emphatic nod.
I sighed and took a bite. It was tradition. And the pie was damn good, too.
“Alyssa,” Mateo said once he was satisfied with my pie consumption. “Tell me about her.”
“I thought Liam already told you everything.”
“He told me little,” Mateo replied.
“With Alyssa Ford, a little goes a long way.”
“I told him what I remembered from my single year here as a foreign exchange student. You knew her much longer than that,”
Liam said.
I took another bite of pie to give myself a few moments to think. How could I explain my history with this girl in a succinct
way? It would be like boiling down all the works of Shakespeare into a single sentence.
“First we hated each other,” I finally said. “Then we kind of liked each other. Then we hated each other again.”
“This explains very little,” Mateo noted.
I nodded. “Exactly.”
“You don’t want to delve into your complicated history with this woman?” Liam prodded. “Bare your soul to your besties
while we wait for the next call?”
“Nope,” I replied. “It’s all in the past.”
Liam narrowed his eyes skeptically. “You don’t still have feelings for her? Unresolved emotions that have been reignited like
the fire that brought you two together again?”
“Nope, nope, and nope.”
“I only asked two questions.”
“I’m preemptively saying nope to whatever you were going to ask next,” I said.
“Don’t believe you,” Liam said.
“I also do not believe you,” Mateo added.
“Believe whatever you want. It’s the truth.”
“I know you, bud,” Liam insisted. “And I want you to swear, right here before Mateo and this sacred key lime pie, that you
haven’t spent the past day thinking only about Alyssa Ford.”
Does my best friend really know me that well, or am I that obvious? But I was stubborn, so I held my hand over the pie like
it was a bible, then raised my other palm. “I swear to the Key Lime Pie god that I haven’t been thinking about Alyssa Ford, nor
do I have any unresolved feelings for her. If I’m lucky, I’ll never have to see or think about that woman again.”
Ellen, a Probationary firefighter—basically a new recruit—poked her head in the room. “Franco, Campbell, Vega. You were
on that house fire call last night, right? Someone’s hear to see you.”
Mateo and Liam both turned to look at me.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I muttered.
“Should I send her in?”
“No,” I said.
“Yes!” Mateo and Liam said at the same time.
Ellen held up a cookie in her hand. “She brought snickerdoodles!”
“Two votes against one!” Liam said cheerfully. “I love democracy. Send her and those cookies back to us.”
I groaned and got up from the table. “I’m going to see if the Lieutenant wants me to roll out the hoses…”
Before I could leave, she walked in.
Alyssa fucking Ford.
She looked healthier than when I had last seen her face in the back of the ambulance leaving the fire. Everything about her
was exactly as I remembered: the petite body with the right amount of curve in her hips. The golden blonde curls that always
caught the Florida sunshine. Her heart-shaped face, pouty lips, and eyes that held the liveliness of a hundred perfect souls.
Those eyes gazed around the room, then widened with shock when they settled on me. “Jack…?”
Was she not expecting to see me?
“Alyssa.”
A pregnant pause filled the room.
“Alyssa!” Liam said, hopping up from his chair and wrapping her in a hug. “You look great. Better than you did the other
night, heh! Are those cookies?”
She handed him the box, but spoke while keeping her eyes on me. “I wanted to bake them fresh, but…”
“But your house burned down!” Liam finished for her with his disarming cheer. “We were there. It’s a good excuse. Any
cookies are better than no cookies.” He dropped back into his chair and handed a cookie to Mateo, who grinned while
watching me squirm.
“How…” Alyssa said to me. Her eyes sparkled. What was going through her head right now?
“Point of origin was in the garage,” I said, seizing on a different topic. “Whole house went up from there. Tough to tell since
there was so much damage, but it looked like your bedroom window was painted shut.”
“That’s a fire hazard,” Liam said, clicking his tongue in disapproval. Mateo nodded along.
“The garage…” Alyssa shook her head, breaking eye contact with me since she first appeared. “My mother had… issues. She
was always tinkering with the fuse box, trying to pull more power to her woodworking tools. There were a bunch of wood
shavings on the workbench nearby. I saw them the day of the fire.”
“That’ll do it!” Liam said.
Her mother had issues. That’s an understatement. “You saw wood shavings around a faulty fuse box and didn’t do anything
about it?” I demanded. “What were you thinking?”
“She’s probably thinking she survived a house fire, and doesn’t appreciate having blame thrown around,” Liam scolded me.
Mateo’s dark eyebrows furrowed in a frown at my tone.
“I just wanted to stop by and thank you for saving me,” Alyssa said. “I know there were a lot of you there, but the firefighter
who let me in said you three were the ones who went into the house.” Her eyes returned to me, bright and curious. “It’s funny,
but when you knocked down the door I had a strange feeling that I knew you…”
“It was Liam who carried you out,” I quickly said. “Not me. I was in the back room, by the kitchen.”
“Oh.” She looked like she didn’t believe me, but didn’t want to argue. “Well, I guess I recognized you from the year you were
here, Liam.”
“I’m an unforgettable guy!” he said with a chipper tone, glancing at me.
“Cookies don’t feel like enough. If there’s any other way I can repay you, I’ll do it. I’m a photographer. Wedding or
engagement photos, travel photos, headshots…”
“No wedding or engagement for me,” Liam said, giving me a healthy amount of side-eye. “But I’d love to take you to dinner.”
I felt my stomach tighten. What was he doing?
Alyssa gave a start. “Dinner?”
Mateo’s dark eyes widened as he watched the scene.
“Only if you want,” Liam said casually. “Not trying to guilt you into a date just because I saved your life.”
Alyssa blushed. She probably didn’t come here expecting to get asked out, and Liam was a good-looking, charismatic guy. He
glanced at me with an unmistakable expression: say the word and I’ll back off.
I shot back a stubborn look. Liam shrugged almost imperceptibly.
“Sure,” she said. “I’d love to get dinner with you. We can catch up.”
The two of them exchanged numbers while I sat very still.
“Anyway, thanks again. I owe you my life. All three of you. Enjoy the cookies.”
Liam hugged her, then Mateo did the same. She lingered a moment, waiting to see if I would move in for a hug. My body
ached to embrace her, to fold her into my arms and hold her tight like that day at the pool party eight years ago when we were
all alone. But I couldn’t make my feet move.
Alyssa gave an awkward little smile, then left.
“She is very pretty,” Mateo said.
“That’s what hooks you,” I muttered. “But like I said: she’s bad news.”
“I don’t actually want to go out with her,” Liam explained. “I only did that to prove a point. I didn’t realize you were too
stubborn to flinch first.”
Mateo chuckled. “I have known this since the first day I met him.”
“Okay,” Liam admitted. “I knew he was stubborn, but not that stubborn. I don’t want to cross any lines, bud. Say the word
and I’ll back out.”
“Go ahead and take her to dinner. I don’t even care,” I replied. “I’m going to go see about those hoses now.”
But as I left, I knew nobody in that room believed my lie.
Alyssa fucking Ford.
5
Alyssa
Alyssa
Jack Franco stood by the mailbox of the house, wearing only a pair of skin-tight black swim trunks that went halfway down to
his knees. Beads of moisture covered his body. His sandy-blond hair was so wet it looked dark, and a narrow stream of water
was running down his neck and across his chest. The moisture accentuated his sun-kissed skin and muscles, and there was a lot
to accentuate. Veins bulged out of his thick forearms and hands like they were trying to escape. The corded lines of muscle in
his shoulders hinted, nay shouted, about functional strength. He was panting with effort, which made every one of the
abdominal muscles in his six-pack ripple in the afternoon light.
Oh my God, I couldn’t help but think. He didn’t look like this at the fire station yesterday.
He stopped short when he recognized me. “What are you doing here?” he demanded.
I shook off my daze and pointed around the corner. “We…”
“I don’t have anything to say to you.” Jack’s face twisted in a snarl, and his piercing blue eyes were full of fire. “If you’ve
come to thank me again for the fire, or to apologize for what you did the last time we saw each other eight years ago, I don’t
care. I don’t want to hear it. It’s too late, Alyssa.”
The ferocity of his speech took me aback, and I stood there on his porch like an idiot.
Brandi came around the corner and immediately began laughing. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Is this your place?”
Although Jack reacted with anger at seeing me, Brandi caught him off guard. His eyes widened and he looked back and forth
between us.
“We’re renting your guest house,” I explained.
His shoulders slumped like he had just finished a long sprint. Or maybe a long swim, based on what he was wearing. “God
damnit.”
“I always knew this was a small town,” Brandi said, still laughing. “But I never realized it was this small!”
“This is all a big misunderstanding,” I said, exiting his porch. “We’ll cancel our booking and find another place.”
“We will?” Brandi asked.
“Come on. The sooner we’re gone, the better.”
Brandi followed me back to the car while scrolling on her phone. “If we cancel the booking now, they’ll take the deposit.”
“I’ll pay you back.”
“It’s eight hundred dollars, Alyssa.”
I froze with my hand on the car door. “What!”
“The guest house costs two hundred bucks a night, give or take. I booked it for a week. If you really want to cancel, that’s
fine, but…”
I hesitated. I couldn’t afford that right now. I had expected to pay for a single night in a hotel and spend the rest of the time
staying at our mother’s house. I was lucky that Brandi was offering to pay for everything so far.
“Did you search me out?” Jack suddenly asked. He had followed us down the driveway, and was standing ten feet behind us
with the towel draped over his shoulders. Somehow, that only accentuated the parts of his body that I could still see. “Did you
plan all of this, or is it all just a crazy coincidence?”
“Why would I plan this?” I replied.
“Answer the question,” Jack growled, fingers gripping the towel tightly.
Brandi muttered, “For fuck’s sake…”
“No, we didn’t plan this,” I said bitterly. “I wouldn’t intentionally run into you even if someone paid me. This is all just an
extremely unfortunate coincidence. Come on, Brandi. Let’s go.”
“Wait,” Jack said.
I turned. His eyes began to soften.
“If you cancel at the last minute, it’ll count against your account. And you’ll be charged a cancellation fee by Airbnb.” His
bare chest swelled with a deep breath, then he let it out. “It’s fine.”
“What is?”
He gestured. “The guest house has been unoccupied most of the summer, to the point that I had to lower the price. You can
stay. We’ll never have to see each other.”
I glanced at Brandi. She looked like she wanted to leave, but was giving me the final say. Which sucked, because I wanted
her to decide for me. To say the words out loud.
I forced myself to speak. “Okay. We’ll stay. It’s only for a week.”
Jack walked past us and entered a code into the keypad. “The code is zero-six-four-six. The last four digits of the booking
party’s phone number.”
Brandi sniffed. “The last four digits of my phone are zero-six-four-seven.”
Jack didn’t reply. He only pulled out his phone, scanned a few pages, then held it out for us to see. It was the Airbnb Host
Page, which showed all the information on the person who had booked his guest house. The number listed on the information
ended in zero-six-four-six.
“Oh.” Brandi’s face turned red. “I must have entered my information wrong.”
Jack opened the door and led us inside. It wasn’t a large space—there was a kitchen and living room in the main area, with
two doors leading into other rooms. “Coffee machine works. There’s fresh grounds in the cupboard. Bathroom is that door. The
other one is the bedroom, with twin beds.” He smiled at that.
“We saw the listing, thanks,” I said. “We’ll let you know if we need anything else.”
He walked past me, smelling like salt water, sunscreen, and a hint of musk. Those scents immediately brought back memories
from high school, and all the other interactions I’d had with Jack. A jumble of emotions filled me, powerful and confusing at
the same time.
The door closed, and Brandi and I were alone.
She immediately sighed and sank into the couch. “Well that was awkward. You could cut the sexual tension with a butter
knife and spread it on toast.”
“Sexual—what! No, Brandi!” I argued. “Jack and I hate each other. That was just regular old tension. Nothing sexual about
it.”
“Whatever you say.”
I unpacked and changed into new clothes, while Brandi went out to get us food for tonight. She returned with an oven pizza,
two bags of chips, and two bottles of wine.
I love my sister, I thought. She always knew exactly what I needed.
“Here’s the plan,” she said. “We don’t meet with the lawyer guy until Friday, so we have two days to get some other stuff
done. I think we should go to our mother’s store tomorrow and take stock of everything. I have no idea what we need to do
there, so that may take a day or two. Then we meet with the lawyer, and we’ll have a better idea of everything else after that.
The hardest part, dealing with the house, is no longer an issue for us. Silver lining, huh?”
“It’s nice knowing that we don’t have to deal with that,” I admitted.
“With all of that handled, we should be out of here in a week. No need to extend our stay at Jack’s guest house.” Brandi
sighed. “Am I missing anything?”
“I think you covered all of it.” My phone vibrated with a text message, so I checked it.
Liam: Ah, no worries, I like that vibe. Don’t blame you after all the excitement you’ve
had in the past day. How about tomorrow night? There’s a chill bar right on the beach that
opened up last year. It’s kind of my favorite place. Fresh fish and cheap drinks.
After Brandi read the text, I closed my phone and put it in my pocket where she couldn’t steal it.
“What?” Brandi asked. “You don’t want to go out with him?”
“I’m flattered to be asked, but no, I don’t really want to go out. We’ve got too much going on with all of our mother’s affairs
to handle. And before you tell me that I’ll have plenty of free time at night, I was thinking of trying to book a few photography
sessions. I need the money.”
“I think,” Brandi said while popping open a bag of chips, “that you’re still crushing on Jack.”
I blinked. “Jack? Jack Franco?”
“What other Jack would I be talking about? Yes, Jack Franco. Stop stalling. Admit it: you still have a thing for him. And that
thing is in your pants.”
I laughed and took the bag of chips from her. “I really don’t want to talk about Jack.”
“Because you’re suppressing your latent feelings for him.”
Rolling my eyes, I said, “You’re wrong.”
“I saw the way you looked at him earlier.”
“Because he was shirtless!” I bit into a chip. “I may hate the man, but I’m not blind. He’s ripped.”
“Come on,” Brandi insisted, leaning forward. “You always had a crush on him.”
“I did not!”
She gave me a look that said I know you. “Alyssa. It’s me. You can’t lie to me.”
“My feelings for Jack were… complicated,” I admitted. “But that was almost a decade ago.”
“Eight years.”
“Which is almost a decade.”
“Eight is not almost ten,” she countered.
“We’re splitting hairs. I don’t have feelings for him.”
“Not even after seeing him?” she asked.
I shook my head. “Nope.”
Brandi’s lips curled in a half-smile. “Prove it.”
“You want me to swear on a bible or something?”
“Go on that date with Liam.”
I groaned. “He’s not my type.”
“You’re making excuses. When we had lunch yesterday, you told me he was cute. You were shocked I didn’t remember him
from junior year because of how cute he was.”
“Because of his accent. Not just because he’s cute.” I chewed on a chip, then spoke with my mouth full. “Florida isn’t my
home anymore, Brandi. I live in New York. I’m here to help you settle all of our mother’s affairs, not find love.”
“Who said anything about love? In the immortal words of Tina Turner…” Brandi jumped up and grabbed a bottle of wine,
pretending it was a microphone as she began to sing. “Oh-oh-oh, what’s love got to do, got to do with it?”
“If I agree to go on a date with him, will you stop singing?”
“What’s love, but a second-hand emotion?”
“Brandi…”
“What’s love got to do, got to do with it? Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?”
I was laughing by the time she dropped back down onto the couch. “Does Kyle put up with your horrible impromptu karaoke
the way I used to?”
“He suffers in silence.” She pointed the bottle of wine at me. “Seriously, though. You’re overthinking this. We’re talking
about a single date. Maybe getting your freak on. You’re clearly in need of getting laid. And who knows? Maybe this will make
Jack jealous. Which will serve him right, even if you don’t have feelings for him.”
I pulled out my phone and texted Liam back, agreeing to the date tomorrow night. And it has nothing to do with Jack, I told
myself. I don’t care if he’s jealous. I don’t care about him at all.
7
Liam
Alyssa
I was surprised by how much fun I was having. Admitting that we had both agreed to the date in order to make Jack jealous
had taken all of the pressure away, allowing us to be ourselves. Liam was charming, and handsome, and his accent was totally
disarming. Sexy like an Australian accent, but even friendlier.
And that was before learning that we had the same favorite movie.
On the way back to Liam’s place, we stopped at a place called Muy Frio Margaritas. They sold all sorts of frozen alcoholic
drinks to go. We purchased a big container of strawberry daiquiri, and one of piña colada, so we could replicate the same
Miami Vice drink from the bar.
“I don’t know how strong these are,” Liam said. “But if I can’t drive in one hour and fifty-two minutes, I’ll call you an Uber.”
I frowned at him. “An hour and fifty-two minutes?”
“The length of the movie.” He made a disapproving click with his tongue. “Looks like someone is already winning the
competition to see who’s the bigger fan.”
“I didn’t realize it’s a competition. But if it is, then I would point out that the extended cut is an hour fifty-seven, with five
extra minutes of music during the battle of the bands.”
Liam sucked in his breath. “Looks like I’ve underestimated you.”
“Much like Scott underestimated the power of Ramona’s seven evil exes.”
“Indeed.”
Walking back to the car, I texted Brandi to keep her updated.
Me: Change of plans. Liam and I are going home to watch a movie.
Brandi: ALYSSA
Brandi: YOU ARE NOT
Me: It’s not what you think. It’s totally innocent. His favorite movie is Scott Pilgrim,
so we’re taking our food back to his place to watch it.
Brandi: I bet you’re not going to be watching much of the movie.
Me: It’s my favorite movie. I’m watching every minute of it.
Brandi: I was trying to imply that you’ll be too busy SUCKING FACE.
Me: Sucking face? Who says that?
Brandi: You’re going to be saying that when you fill me in on how the date goes
tomorrow.
Brandi: Which will be after Liam fills YOU in.
Brandi: With his penis.
Me: Joke all you want. This is totally innocent. Liam actually admitted that he only
asked me out to make Jack jealous.
Brandi: Right, because men have never lied to get into a girl’s pants before.
Me: Shut up. I’ll text you when I’m leaving his place.
Brandi: I will anxiously await that text message while drinking my coffee tomorrow
morning.
“What’s so funny?” Liam asked.
“My sister. I was just letting her know about the change of plans.”
He glanced over at me. “And she’s insinuating that I have less than innocent intentions?”
“No.” I paused. “Okay, yes.”
Liam laughed. “You aren’t going to be in the mood for anything saucy after I prove that I’m a bigger fan than you.”
“Bold talk from someone who doesn’t watch the extended version.”
“Jack’s family had the shorter version on DVD! It’s not my fault.”
As he opened the car door, I found myself appreciating his body more than when he’d picked me up. He was tall and lean,
with jeans that showed off a tight little butt. His chiseled jawline looked confident, each contour casting shadows in the light of
a nearby street lamp. There was a striking contrast between his yellow hair, pearly-white teeth, and suntanned skin that stirred
something inside me.
He gave me a playful smile. “Coming?” I realized he was still holding open the car door for me.
“Sorry.” I stepped inside and wondered if Brandi knew me better than I knew myself.
Liam lived in a fifth-floor studio apartment ten minutes from Jack’s place. It was sparse, but smartly decorated: kitchen to the
left, living room next to it, and a bedroom area to our right. Tall windows faced the west, with the Gulf of Mexico barely
visible in the distance.
“I like it,” I replied. “Minimalist, but not too much so.”
“The Buddha said that suffering in life is optional,” Liam said while carrying the food and drinks over to the kitchen area.
“Pain is inevitable, but suffering is caused by craving. Whether you’re craving material possessions, or a better position in
life, or anything else. By overcoming these desires that can never be satisfied, we can accept our position and therefore avoid
suffering.”
“I didn’t know you were Buddhist.”
“I’m not,” he replied cheerfully. “But I think that’s a good way of looking at life. I’ve learned to be happy with what I have.
Everything got easier when I stopped comparing myself to others.”
I walked around the big open room, admiring the furniture and photographs that were on the wall. A young Liam and an older
woman, probably his mother, standing at the airport. Probably before he was leaving for America as a teenager. Next to it was
a selfie of him and Jack together at school. The same high school I attended, judging by the painted lockers in the background.
Then there was a photo of him and another man standing on the beach holding surfboards. The other man had bronze skin and
dark hair.
“That’s when Mateo taught me how to surf,” Liam explained from the kitchen. “The surf’s usually not great here, but two
years ago it was wild. He insisted on teaching me while the conditions were good. Food’s ready, by the way. I’m just getting us
some drinks.”
“I always wanted to learn how to surf. Never had the courage to try.” Following the photographs, I ended up next to his
dresser in the bedroom area. Remembering the conversation I had earlier, I asked, “Is this the dresser you spent the day
organizing?”
“The very same!” He walked over with two glasses filled high with frozen drink, the bottom half red and the top white. He
handed one to me and then opened the middle drawer, then gestured dramatically. “Feast your eyes upon this.”
There were about twenty shirts inside, folded and stacked sideways in a row. They were ordered by color: black, then red
shades, then orange, yellow, green, blue.
“Such order,” he said with awe in his voice. “Such tidiness. Have you ever seen such a harmonious display in all your life?”
“It’s breathtaking,” I replied. “Truly. My closet back home is a mess by comparison.”
“You’ve been living in New York, right?” he asked while grabbing our plates of food.
“For three years, since graduating college.”
He sank into the couch. “You went to Florida State, right?”
I sat next to him, leaving a healthy amount of space between us. “That was Brandi. I went to Clemson. Bachelor of Arts, with
a focus in photography.”
Liam turned the movie on. “Funny, I always assumed you two went to the same place, being twins and all. Probably not fair,
is it?”
I shrugged. “I love my sister, but it was nice going out on my own. It helped me figure out who I was, rather than who we
were.”
“Makes sense. Your degree makes sense too, considering the answer you gave about Annie Leibovitz. You do that for a
living?”
“Yup. Weddings, graduations, baby showers. Lately I’ve been making most of my money doing a thing called Flytography.” I
took a bite of food. “This is really good.”
“Flytography? Like, you take photographs of airplanes?”
I laughed. “Not quite. It’s an app for people looking to get photos taken while they’re on vacation. There are photographers in
every major city. When customers visit New York, they pick a photographer from the app and book a session with them. I show
up, take photos, then send them the results a few days later.”
“You should do that down here. Lots of people come here for vacation. Especially Clearwater Beach, or St. Pete Beach.”
“I was actually looking at the app today,” I admitted while biting into a French fry. “There’s a solid amount of demand, and I
could use the extra cash. I’m still paying rent back home while I’m down here.”
The first scene of the movie began, and we grew quiet while watching and eating dinner. The grouper was delicious, and I
found myself wishing I had more to eat. Instead, I drank my Miami Vice faster. After all, I wasn’t driving.
As the movie went on, we both tried to quote it before the other person. We quickly realized we were evenly matched, so we
called a truce and watched it in peace. When our drinks were finished, Liam got up and refilled them.
“That’s why you came back to Clearwater, right?” he asked. “For your mom’s funeral, and to settle her estate?”
“You’re half right,” I said, cringing. “I skipped the funeral.”
That surprised Liam. “Seriously?”
“Brandi and I didn’t have a good relationship with our mother,” I explained.
“Clearly.”
“She got pregnant in high school. She didn’t want us.”
“Aw, come on,” Liam said. “You don’t know that.”
“She told us. Often.”
“Oh.”
“She decided to keep the baby, but then we turned out to be twins. Twice as many diapers to change. Twice as many mouths to
feed. Twice as many clothes to buy. She blamed us for all the problems in her life. We were the reason she couldn’t get a good
job for a long time. We were the reason she couldn’t find a husband. We were the reason she…” I trailed off. He didn’t need to
know everything, and I didn’t want to bring the mood down by explaining how she had died.
Liam was looking at me with concern in his eyes. “That must’ve been hard for you. Both of you.”
I shrugged. “It was. But at least we had each other to lean on. I don’t know what I would’ve done without Brandi. She always
had my back.” I pointed at the TV to change the subject. “Did you know Brie Larson is actually singing in this? It’s not a
different voice actress.”
“Because she got her career started as a pop star before switching to acting,” he said. “You aren’t going to beat me on movie
trivia tonight, Aly.”
I turned toward him. “Aly?”
“Took a chance. Didn’t sound right to me, either.”
“Yeah, let’s stick with Alyssa. I don’t like nicknames.”
Suddenly, he sounded like a politician giving a press conference about a scandal, although his New Zealand accent gave it a
humorous contrast. “I apologize to everyone involved. This does not reflect my values. I’m a family man. I promise to do
better.”
I giggled and sipped my drink. “Speaking of values. What made you choose firefighting?”
“I dunno.” He put his feet up on the coffee table. “Always liked helping people. Makes me feel… useful. Valuable as a
person. Even when I was a little kid, I felt happiest when I was helping someone.”
“How often did you help people as a kid?”
He shrugged awkwardly. “Don’t really like bragging.”
“It’s not bragging if someone asks you.”
“Well, if you insist.” He took a sip of his drink and spoke while watching the movie. “I was eleven or twelve. Had just had a
growth spurt, so I was as tall as my dad. Me and my pals liked swimming in a river on the way home from school. Doing flips
and jumping in to impress the girls. I can tell you’re impressed just imagining it.”
“Oh yes, I’m very impressed.”
“One day, I see this boy over by a deep part of the river with a nasty undercurrent. Suddenly, he goes under without a peep.
Naturally, I jumped in and pulled the boy to safety. Big hero, right? Wrong. When we get to the riverbank, he’s cursing at me.
Says he was fine, not struggling at all. Turns out he was on the school swim team. Strongest swimmer around for miles. He
dove under to see if he could touch the bottom.
“My pals had a good time making fun of me about it. Didn’t let me forget it for months. I laughed it off, but it annoyed me. I
was just trying to help. But they didn’t care about that, because I looked the fool. I told them I would let them all drown next
time. And I thought I meant it, too. But the next spring, we’re swimming in the river again. Similar spot. Same thing happens. A
boy I barely know went under without a sound. I don’t know how I knew, but I did. Jumped in again, pulled him to the
riverbank. My pals are laughing and taking the piss out of me. Until we realized the boy was pale as snow, and wasn’t
breathing. I started pumping his chest with my palms like I’d seen in the movies. I had no idea what I was doing. Gave him
chest compressions for thirty seconds—thirty long seconds—before he suddenly coughed up all the water and started breathing
again. By then, everyone was crying. We were just kids. We didn’t know what death was like, but we knew we’d come close to
it.”
“Oh my God,” I whispered.
Liam glanced at me and nodded. “They never made fun of me again. That boy thanked me later, and so did his mum and dad.
I’ll never forget the way I felt afterwards. Like death was right there, just a few feet away, and I pushed it back. The sting of
getting made fun of lasted a few months, but that feeling? Knowing someone was alive because of me? That feeling never goes
away.”
“So you decided to become a fireman,” I said.
He grinned. “So I decided to become a fireman. And I decided to do it here, because I love the States so much.”
“I never would’ve guessed that back in high school,” I admitted.
Liam shrugged. “We weren’t good pals back then. You knew nothing about me.”
“I knew a little bit. You told me about your dream of being a Formula One driver one night.”
Liam gave a start. “I did?”
“At prom. Do you not remember?”
“Afraid not.”
“Do you remember asking me to dance?”
Now his face really twisted in confusion. “At prom? No. We danced?”
I gave him a playful shove. “I can’t believe you don’t remember! Junior prom. Brandi and I were sitting together until she
went off to dance with her date. Then I was all alone. Jack was with his girlfriend, and you came over and took pity on me.”
“I remember dancing with someone other than my date. That was you?”
“It was me. That’s how I remembered you were dating Lindsey Chatwell: she glared at me the entire time. I think she later
spread a rumor about me being a slut because of it.”
“Ouch.” Liam popped up from the couch and went to the kitchen to refill his drink. “Was I a good dancer, at least?”
“I don’t remember,” I admitted. “But I remember being really grateful that you asked me to dance. Nobody else did.”
“Don’t know why,” he said. “You were a pretty girl back then. Still are, of course.” He gave me a little wink.
The compliment made me feel all warm inside. Somehow, it meant more coming from Liam since I knew this wasn’t really a
date. Like he had no reason to flatter me.
“Thanks, is what I’m trying to say. That one dance did more for my self-esteem than three years of therapy after college.”
He shrugged awkwardly. “I like lifting people up, whether it’s someone trapped in a burning building, or a lovely girl sitting
all alone at a dance.” He raised the two jugs of frozen drinks up to the light. “Uh oh. Only enough for about half a drink. Dibs!”
“What! Why do you automatically get the last bit?”
“Because,” he replied simply, “I called dibs. I’ll give you a sip if you admit I’m a bigger Scott Pilgrim fan.”
“Never!” I hurried over to the kitchen. “How about we split it?”
Liam smiled sweetly. “Nope!”
I made my eyes as large and pathetic as I could. “But… my mother died. I’m really sad.”
He glared at me. “You didn’t even go to the funeral!”
I dropped the act. “Come on. Let me have some. I’m only tipsy, and want to get properly drunk.”
“There’s beer in the fridge.”
I reached for the jug. Liam held it away from me like a basketball player protecting the ball. I tried to squeeze past him, but
he used his body and free hand to block me. Finally, I leaped onto his back like a monkey, wrapping my legs around his torso
and my arms around his neck.
“Get off!” he laughed.
“Give me the drink!”
“You’re an alcohol thief. I’m going to call the police and have you sent to alcohol jail.”
“I thought the police and fire departments hated each other.”
“We do. That shows how serious this situation is.”
I reached over his shoulder toward the jug, brushing my fingers against it. Liam responded by spinning and dumping me onto
the kitchen counter. Then, while pressing his palm into my face, he chugged the remaining strawberry daiquiri in four long
gulps.
“Ahh,” he said with satisfaction. “That’s good. You should try some. Oh wait, it’s all gone.”
“No fair!”
He put down that jug and picked up the remaining piña colada. “Now to finish this off.” He started to raise it to his lips, then
paused. “Uh oh.”
“What?”
“Brain freeze.” He groaned. “Give me a second.”
Seizing on his weakness, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him toward me. My fingers tightened around the jug, and I pulled it
from his hand.
But before I could do anything with it, Liam kissed me.
9
Alyssa
Alyssa
2010
The movie ran on the television that the substitute teacher had wheeled into the room. This was science class, so it was a
movie about rockets or something. But I was doodling in my notebook, writing the names of all the Jonas Brothers over and
over.
Joe Jonas.
Nick Jonas.
Kevin Jonas.
Alyssa Jonas.
I didn’t know which one I was going to marry. Maybe all three of them at the same time, letting them share me depending on
which day of the week it was. But it didn’t matter, because whoever I chose, my name would be Alyssa Jonas. I would
definitely take their last name, even though Brandi said girls didn’t have to do that anymore.
“Psst,” someone whispered.
I ignored it and kept writing Alyssa Jonas.
“Psst,” they said, more urgently. “Hey. Alyssa.”
I glanced over. Jack Franco was flipping me off, holding open his science textbook to keep the substitute teacher from seeing.
He grinned at my reaction, showing a mouth full of braces.
I rolled my eyes and went back to doodling. He had been a thorn in my side since we moved here last year. Somehow, I
always got stuck in the same class as him, even though there were four different teachers for our grade.
Just my luck, I thought.
The bell out in the hall rang, indicating it was time to change periods. “Okay, everyone! Time for recess. Line up by the door,
alphabetical order.”
I tucked my notebook under my arm and got in line with all the other students. Brandi was in another class, and I couldn’t
wait to see her at recess. I didn’t have many other friends in this school.
I felt a finger poke me in the back. “Stop it.”
“Stop what?” Jack asked behind me. He poked me again.
“I said stop!” I said louder.
“Use our indoor voices while we’re still in class,” the substitute scolded.
“He’s poking me!”
“She’s making it up to get me in trouble,” Jack said innocently.
I turned around and glared at him. He gave me another metallic grin. He would have been cute if he wasn’t such a jerk.
When everyone was in line and counted, the teacher led us into the hall. On the way to recess, we passed by the gymnasium.
A table was set up selling single roses, chocolates, and cards for Valentine’s Day. I ignored it; I wasn’t interested in any of the
boys here. Not when I had all three Jonas Brothers waiting for me when I turned eighteen in six short years.
Other classes were already playing outside when the teacher turned us loose. I immediately spotted Brandi sitting cross-
legged in the grass.
“Did he ask you?” I said when I joined her. “Huh? Did he?”
“No,” Brandi said. Her eyes were red; she looked like she’d been crying. “He asked Marta Lopez to be his valentine
instead.”
She buried her head in her arms and shook with sobs. I rubbed her back. “Jason is an idiot. You can do better than him.”
“No I can’t!” she wailed.
“He only asked her because she has boobs.”
“Duh!”
“But that’s all she has,” I said soothingly. “She has no personality, and she’s as dumb as a bag of soccer balls. You’re smart,
and funny.”
“I don’t want to be smart or funny! I want boobs!”
“Will a bag of Skittles from the vending machine make you feel any better?”
“I can’t buy that,” she said. “Mom took my dog walking money again. She said she would pay me back, but she never does.”
I felt my jaw tighten. That was the third time this month that had happened.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a crumpled dollar bill. “Here. I saved this for you.”
Brandi wiped her eyes and stared at it. “I don’t want to take your money. You earned that.”
“I don’t need it. Our teacher gave out candy to everyone already, so I’m full. Go on. Take it.”
She hesitated, then accepted the dollar bill. “Do you want anything?”
“I’ll share a Skittle or two,” I replied, smiling. “Go on, hurry up and get it. Then we can talk about all the other boys who are
better than Jason.”
Brandi threw her arms around me, then got up and went running off toward the school. I smiled after her. She was always
taking care of me, so it felt good to return the favor for once.
A shadow darkened the ground in front of me. “What’s up her butt?”
I turned to see Jack Franco standing there. Great. The last person I want to see.
“If you poke me again,” I warned, “I’m going to scream to the teacher. Mrs. Wallace is right over there, and she’ll believe
me.”
Jack sat on the ground next to me. “She doesn’t have a valentine, does she?” he sneered.
“Mind your own business.”
“You don’t have one either.” It was a statement, not a question.
“I don’t need one,” I said curtly. “There’s nobody at this school good enough for me.”
Jack snorted. “It’s embarrassing not having a valentine. Everyone who’s cool has one. It’s a big deal.”
“If you say so.”
Jack brushed his mop of sandy blond hair away from his face. The sun was at just the right angle to make his blue eyes really
shine. He definitely would have been cute if he wasn’t such a jerk.
“What if we made a truce,” he said slowly.
I frowned. “What kind of truce?”
“We’ll stop picking on each other,” he explained. “No more throwing your dog’s poop at my window, and I’ll stop poking
you and flipping you off during class.”
“I’ll stop whenever you stop,” I shot back at him. Wherever Jack was going with this, I didn’t trust him.
“Like I said, it’s embarrassing to not have a valentine. It’s Valentine’s Day. It’s a big deal.” For a moment, his sneering
expression disappeared, and I saw a different side of him. “I was thinking we could pretend to be valentines. Not for real, just
pretend. So neither of us get made fun of.”
I blinked at him. This boy had made my life miserable for the last year. After I had left a bag of dog poop in his mailbox, he’d
told everyone in school that I used to be a boy named Allen, and we moved down here so I could start a new life. He had
constantly teased me in class, getting me in trouble with the teacher even when I ignored him.
Yet his offer was tempting. We could pretend to be valentines, which would keep us from looking like losers. Maybe people
would even think we were popular. Nobody cared about Stacy Hendricks until she started dating Braden Smith, and then she
had lots of boys whispering about her.
I looked at Jack with new eyes. He was smiling hopefully. And he was more popular than I was, so being his valentine would
raise my own popularity at school.
But then I remembered Brandi, and how heartbroken she was over Jason Yannis. It would crush her to learn I had a valentine,
even if it was Jack Franco, and even if it was just pretend. I couldn’t do that to her.
“I would never be your valentine,” I said, barking a laugh. “People would know we can’t kiss because of your braces.”
His eyes flared with surprise, then anger. “I can kiss with these!”
“I doubt it! And even if you could, I don’t want people thinking I kiss you, metal-mouth!”
Jack stood up angrily, then snatched my notebook out of my hand. “Joe Jonas, Nick Jonas… You like the Jonas Brothers?”
“Give that back!” I said, reaching for the notebook.
“Alyssa Jonas?” He started laughing. “Hey, Shawn! Get a load of this! Alyssa wants to marry the Jonas Brothers! All three of
them at the same time!”
I screamed and chased him across the soccer field. “I hate you, Jack Franco! I hate you!”
11
Jack
Present Day