Hot for my Single Dad Firefighter
Fire Chief Blake, also known as Goliath, is an imposing figure that easily commands a room.
I would be lying if I said I hadn’t noticed him in years past.
As an ER nurse, having honed the resilience of steel and a wicked sense of humor, I thought I’d seen it all.
That is until Goliath ended up in my ER.
I’m used to dealing with difficult patients, but he pushed every button I had.
When it seemed like there was no breaking through, his daughter entered, transforming this unyielding giant into a calm, soothing presence.
Over several weeks, our dynamic evolved throughout a series of physical checkups, hinting at a shift between us.
A connection that, much like a stubborn flame, refused to be extinguished.
Is it his vulnerability, his silent strength, or those intense golden-brown eyes?
My professional code screams distance: he’s a line I can’t cross.
But can I resist the pull of this wild, tantalizing attraction that blazes brighter each day, threatening to consume my carefully constructed walls?