L.M. Mountford

Hot for my Single Dad Firefighter

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?

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