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It was time for Cassie to have some fun in the sun.

Chapter 2

Kane

Kane Scott was enjoying every single sip of his ice cool latte.

The sun was beating down on Kane’s neck and he could already sense that it was going to be a busy shift.

Kane was a firefighter.

Summer nights invariably meant plenty of fires. People got drunk. They let their hair down. Some folk seemed to totally lose their shit and become incapable of looking after themselves and sticking to basic fire safety.

It drove Kane bananas.

Kane was thirty-three years old but had been around the block enough to know how to keep himself alive. He couldn’t comprehend how young people could be so irresponsible. Carefree. Totally without any kind of common sense…

Then he remembered.

He wasno angelhimself.

Well over six feet tall and with an incredibly masculine face, Kane was classic Daddy Dom material. His bulging arms andtaut, rippling abs were a testament to that. As was his hard, clearly defined jawline. It was like he had been chiseled out of the roughest, toughest rock.

The only concession to anything less than uber-masculine were the two dimples on his cheeks. Growing up, Kane had hated them as he was often taunted by the older kids in school that he had a baby face.

This was a distant memory now.

Those very same school bullies wouldn’t dare speak a single word out of place to him. Not the way Kane looked now. Not a chance in hell.

With his warm brown eyes and chestnut brown hair, Kane was a tough, soulful guy with a whole lot to give.

Finding a Little should have been easy. Plenty of Littles would have given anything to get into bed with Kane.

But it was complex.

At least from Kane’s point of view.

He felt that certain elements from his past meant that being in a relationship wouldn’t be a good idea. Not for him, and not for the Little either.

To solve this issue, Kane had decided to simply take the prospect of a relationship out of the equation. That way, no one could get hurt - even if it did mean that he wouldn’t be as happy as surely he could be.

It was at this point that Kane cursed an Uber driver who turned the corner too tight and nearly ran him over.

Patience was a virtue.

A virtue that Kane had in short supply, even on his best days.

But it was something he wanted to work on and improve. Kane did believe in self-improvement and not repeating mistakes. It was something he prided himself on.

‘Maybe I should give people a break sometimes,’ Kane grumbled out loud to himself. ‘No, Idefinitelyshould.’

A loud car horn blasted in his ear as he crossed the road. A big group of friends jostled for position on the sidewalk as they made their way to one park or another. All carrying big bags of canned beer.

Kane thought wistfully about the life of partying he once led.

It was a lifestyle that he had considerably toned down in recent times, but the burning desire still lay inside him. It wasn’t just partying either.

Kane enjoyed gambling.

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