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  Burn So Good

  Into The Fire Series

  J.H. Croix

  Contents

  Burn So Good

  1. Caleb

  2. Ella

  3. Caleb

  4. Ella

  5. Caleb

  6. Ella

  7. Caleb

  8. Ella

  9. Ella

  10. Caleb

  11. Caleb

  12. Caleb

  13. Ella

  14. Ella

  15. Caleb

  16. Ella

  17. Caleb

  18. Ella

  19. Caleb

  20. Ella

  21. Caleb

  22. Ella

  23. Caleb

  24. Caleb

  25. Ella

  26. Ella

  27. Caleb

  28. Ella

  Epilogue

  Excerpt: Sweet Fire by J.H. Croix; all rights reserved

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2018 J.H. Croix

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  ISBN-13: 9781987439762

  ISBN-10: 1987439767

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  Burn So Good

  Caleb

  Fire burns hot and bright. It can destroy everything.

  Just like it destroyed what I had with Ella.

  What comes out of the ashes is stronger than ever.

  Ella meant everything to me once upon a time.

  We were young and foolish when tragedy tore us apart.

  She went running, and I was too torn up to chase after her and make it right.

  They say time heals all wounds.

  Some things never die, and the fire between us burns hotter than ever.

  I’ll do anything to keep her safe, to make her mine.

  Ella

  Life isn’t fair. I know that lesson well.

  I said goodbye to Caleb ten years ago.

  The boy I once loved is a man now—a rugged, s*xy as h*ll man.

  As a hotshot firefighter, he’s all about saving others.

  Life ripped us apart, stealing more than I could’ve imagined.

  Time didn’t heal all of my wounds, and time never let me forget what we once had.

  Once again, he comes to my rescue.

  This time, I’m running from a different set of demons.

  Maybe this time we have a second chance.

  *This is a full-length standalone romance with a guaranteed happily-ever-after.

  Chapter One

  Caleb

  The chilly rain pelted against my face as I leapt out of the truck. Dashing across the highway, I hurried around the car lying on its side in the ditch. The driver’s side was crumpled, and I couldn’t get a good look at the driver. “Hello? Say something if you can hear me,” I called.

  Nothing but the sound of the rain drumming on the car answered me.

  With my heart pounding out a staccato beat, I scanned the scene. The ground was muddy and slick. If I was going to have any luck checking on the driver and getting whoever it was out, I’d have to climb on top of the vehicle, which happened to be the passenger side at the moment. Oblivious to the rain, I rounded the wrecked car and pulled myself up. The passenger side window was broken, so I carefully knocked the glass loose to the ground and glanced through.

  “Hey…”

  My words clogged up in my throat, and my heart took off like a rocket. Ella Masters was in a crumpled ball, mostly toward the dashboard. A trickle of blood ran from her forehead down her cheek. I had to force myself to stay focused. This went from a routine rescue to something far too personal the second I laid eyes on her.

  “Ella, Ella!”

  I tried to keep my voice calm, but I could feel the sense of panic rising inside. When she didn’t reply, I almost did something stupid and started to crawl through the window. A jagged edge of torn metal caught the sleeve of my jacket, nudging me enough to shake free of the panic.

  Pausing, I took stock. Reaching through the window, I rested two fingertips against Ella’s wrist where it lay limply on the steering wheel. I breathed a sigh of relief when I felt her pulse. The nightmarish feeling inside subsided marginally. I still needed to get her out, but at least I knew she was alive.

  Fumbling in my pocket, I yanked my cellphone out, quickly making a call.

  “Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?”

  “Hey Maisie, it’s Caleb. Accident out on the highway.”

  “Already paging the crew on duty. I’m confirming your location now,” Maisie replied swiftly. “Anything I need to tell them?”

  “Just that it’s Ella Masters. You might want to give Cade a heads up if he’s headed this way,” I said, referring to Ella’s older brother who happened to work with me at Willow Brook Fire & Rescue.

  “Is she okay?” Maisie asked calmly.

  Looking over at Ella’s face, my heart clenched and panic gripped my chest like a vise. Pushing back against it, I swallowed. “She’s got a pulse, but she’s unconscious.” Scanning her over, I absorbed the details. She had a bleeding gash along her hairline and her body was tucked up toward the roof. By some miracle, I didn’t see any other injuries, although I couldn’t see too much. Cool rain was falling through the broken window. Her face was damp and her skin was turning bluish.

  “You have my location?” I asked Maisie, the ever-reliable dispatcher for our station.

  “Of course. Crew’s about three minutes away. It’s Beck’s team. I’ll give Cade a call to let him know,” she said softly.

  “Okay. I’m gonna go. I think I can get her out of the vehicle. Bye.”

  “Be…”

  I assumed she meant to tell me to be careful, but I didn’t wait to hear it. Worry didn’t even capture what was galloping through my thoughts. My singular focus was to get Ella safely out of here.

  Stuffing my phone back in my pocket, I took a steadying breath and then carefully stepped back. With my feet on the back door, I managed to open the other door. Moving carefully, I wedged my hips against the door to hold it open and reached in for Ella.

  The moment I curled my hands around both of hers, I nearly lost my balance when she spoke. “Caleb?”

  My eyes whipped to her face. Her wide green eyes met mine, hazy and confused. “What happened? Why are you here?”

  I was so damn relieved she was conscious, emotion tightened in my chest. “You had an accident. I was driving back from Anchorage and stopped to check on the car. An emergency team is on the way, but I’m trying to see if we can get you out of here first. How do you feel?”

  Ella stared at me, and it felt as if I was spinning back in time to the most terrifying night of my life. With a hard mental shake, I forced myself
to focus.

  “I think I’m okay. I must’ve hit my head,” she murmured as she lifted her hand and brushed at the streak of blood on her cheek.

  Blood didn’t usually get to me. At all. But this was Ella. I could hardly stand to think about her being injured.

  “Anything else hurt?”

  She started to move, and I tightened my grip on her wrist, my heart thudding hard and fast against my ribs. “Wait. First let me know how you feel.”

  Her gaze met mine again. If I got through this without having a heart attack, it’d be a damn miracle.

  “I think I’m fine. Let me…”

  “Ella! Take it slow,” I said abruptly when she started to scramble out from where she was pinned.

  “Still bossy, I see,” she said with a wobbly smile.

  I had just about gotten a grip on myself. Hell, I was a hotshot firefighter. Assisting someone in a car accident was all in a day’s work for me. Or should’ve been. But this was Ella, and we had history—messy history that included another car accident, one that tore us apart. The moment a tear rolled down her cheek, I was done for.

  “Ella, don’t cry,” I managed over the tightness in my throat. “You’re gonna be fine. Move slowly, and we’ll get you out of here.”

  As if fate was shining a ray on us, the rain lightened up slightly. The next few minutes were a jumble. I managed to help Ella out of the car, right about the time the emergency crew arrived.

  Beck Steele, who I’d known since we were in elementary school, all but shoved me out of the way when he realized who I’d helped out of the car. Beck headed up one of the crews at Willow Brook Fire & Rescue, while I was a foreman on another crew. Ella’s older brother Cade headed up yet another crew. It was a bittersweet reality to work with Ella’s older brother.

  All of that spun through my mind while Beck started directing his crew to deal with Ella’s likely totaled car. “You’re damn lucky she was okay to pull out,” he muttered in my ear after she was escorted over to the ambulance to get checked out by the EMT’s.

  “Fuck off,” I mumbled. “You’d have done the same damn thing. I checked on her first. As you can see, she was safe to get out of the vehicle.”

  Beck rested a hand on his hip, swatting at the rain falling from the sky as if he could make it stop. “I probably would’ve,” he said after a beat. “You know if Maisie called Cade?”

  “She said she would. I’ll…”

  Beck shook his head sharply. “Don’t call him. Let Maisie take care of it. She’ll be online with the EMT’s to give him the latest update.” Someone called his name. With a quick nod to me, he turned.

  Watching him walk away, I spun around and strode to the ambulance. Ella was seated on the back edge. Reaching her side, I paused in front of her. “You okay?”

  My heart kicked up a notch just being close to her. It had been five years since I’d seen Ella. She looked up at me through the rain, her green eyes bright in the gray light. I felt as if I was spinning back in time—emotions jostling against each other in the process. I’d loved Ella fiercely once upon a time.

  “I think so. Dana said I just need a few stitches, right?” she asked, her gaze swinging to Dana Halloran, one of the EMT’s on the scene.

  Dana nodded from where she stood, turning back to Ella, her eyes bouncing between us briefly. She squirted disinfectant on a cotton ball, carefully dabbing at the cut on the side of Ella’s forehead. “That looks like all you’ll need. I’ll just clean this up and we’ll get going. They’ll take care of the stitches at the hospital.”

  Ella looked back at me. “See, just a few stitches.”

  “I’ll meet you at the hospital,” I said as Dana carefully taped a piece of gauze over the cut.

  “You don’t need to do that,” Ella replied.

  Dana stepped away and spoke to the ambulance driver. I focused on Ella. “I’ll meet you there,” I repeated.

  “Caleb, you don’t have to take care of me. I’m…”

  A flash of anger rose inside. I might not have been thinking too clearly, but for God’s sake. Ella had once meant everything to me. Then, everything went to hell.

  “Ella, you just had a car accident. Is it absolutely necessary to act like we mean nothing to each other?”

  Chapter Two

  Ella

  Waiting in the cold room, I hugged my arms around my waist, trying to will the chill away. I was tired, so very tired. I was also cold and damp. My emotions were pressing against my skin. I wanted to hold them in, but I was all out of strength. I felt ragged and raw. Of all the things to happen today, I had a stupid car accident. I was so close to home, so anxious to get there, I hadn’t been paying attention to how fast I was going. I took that corner on the highway and skidded out of control on the slick surface of the road, my car tumbling into the ditch.

  And who showed up to rescue me? Caleb Fox. The one and only man I’d never forgotten. What were the chances? To say our history was messy didn’t quite capture it. Today was the second time in my life Caleb had pulled me out of a wrecked car. The last time, the car had been on fire, and I’d almost died. Yet, I’d been lucky. Caleb’s best friend had died in that same accident.

  I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt the hot tears rolling down my cheeks. Spinning around, I grabbed a tissue from the box on the counter running along the wall. This room felt so oddly familiar, probably because I’d spent three weeks in the hospital after that last accident. Hospitals had a weird, cold, sterile feeling to them. It was strangely comforting to me.

  My stitches were done, and I was ready to go, but they told me to wait until the nurse returned to clear me for discharge. With the tissue balled in my hand, I let myself cry for a few minutes. I was all alone, literally and figuratively.

  Leaning my hips against the table, I sobbed. I was running home, and I’d been so desperate to get here, I’d completely forgotten to consider that Caleb might be around. Sobs wracked my shoulders, and my head ached from whatever I’d banged into when my car rolled into the ditch.

  Get it together, Ella. It’s no biggie. You and Caleb have a past, but that’s all it is. You can face him. After what you’ve been through lately, you can handle this.

  On the heels of a shuddering breath, I wiped my tears away and tossed the tissue in the wastebasket by the door.

  There was a soft knock on the door. Assuming it was the nurse coming to tell me I could finally leave, I called out, “Come in.”

  Instead of the nurse, Caleb stepped through the door. The moment I laid eyes on him, my pulse lunged. Somehow, I’d forgotten how ridiculously handsome he was. He had straight brown hair that he kept cropped close to his head with chocolate brown eyes. My eyes coasted over him, absorbing the sight of his familiar face with its clean lines—a strong, square jaw, full lips, cheekbones that looked sculpted from stone, and a blade of a nose. As if his face wasn’t enough, he had a body of pure muscle. In his faded jeans and damp T-shirt, not much was hidden. The fabric caressed him the way my hands itched to do so.

  “Hey, just stopped by to check on you,” he said, his voice like honeyed whiskey.

  Tears pricked at the backs of my eyes, but I swallowed, forcing the emotion away. I would not fall apart in front of him.

  “Hey,” I croaked.

  The room wasn’t very big, so when he took a few steps, he was right in front of me. Oh geez. I could smell him—that crisp scent of spruce he seemed to carry with him. I took a deep breath, by force of will keeping my eyes on him.

  “How do you feel?” he asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

  Tightening my arms around my waist, I shrugged. “Fine. They stitched me up and said I’d be cleared to go soon. I’m just waiting, but it’s taking forever.”

  He nodded, his eyes scanning me. This was so weird. The last time Caleb came to see me in the hospital, we’d broken up.

  We stood in silence for a beat. Again, I was only alerted to my tears when I felt them on my cheeks. Then, Caleb was righ
t there, wrapping me in his arms. This time, I cried like I hadn’t cried in years. Burying my face in his chest, I threw my arms around his waist and hung on. This was about so much more than my stupid roll into a ditch. It was years of missing him and wishing I could fix everything I’d messed up before. It was all of that and the fact I finally felt safe for the first time in what felt like way too long.

  He simply held me, one hand tangled in my damp hair and the other circling on my back. He murmured soothing sounds and didn’t stop to ask what was wrong or anything. Thank God because I didn’t think I could handle that. Not just yet.

  After I didn’t know how long, I slowly pulled my face away from his chest and looked up. “I got your shirt wet,” I mumbled.

  Caleb glanced down at me, the corner of his mouth curling up and sending my belly into a few somersaults. “Pretty sure it was already wet.”

  We stared at each other, my mind a collision of thoughts and muddled emotions. I’d missed Caleb so damn much for so damn long, I ached to be close to him. Yet, I’d told myself for years I didn’t deserve him, and I could hardly contemplate the fact he was here. After a beat, his gaze sobered. “You okay?”

  I shook my head, but I couldn’t seem to speak.

  His eyes widened in alarm. “Let me go get the nurse.”