Page 71 of Wild As Her

And they're right, I do need a shower. Mostly a cold shower because when I'm around Cami, I am more and more attracted to her, and my body betrays me. Damn it.

Chapter 18

Cami

Scared to Start by Michael Marcagi

Ishould be doing something productive.

Like handling actual business for Steamy Sips or tackling the never-ending to-do list at the Wilder Ranch. But instead, I’m on my way to the Bridger Falls Fire Station with a box of muffins that Ollie did not request but will absolutely demolish. Jack’s on his stupid picnic date, and I hate this.

When I step inside, the station is already bustling, the scent of smoke, sweat, and something delicious mixing in the air.

Ollie looks up from where he sprawls on the beat-up couch in the common room, eyes half-lidded and hair a mess as if he’s been running his fingers through it.

I raise an eyebrow. “Whoa. Did you actually get run over by a firetruck, or are you just committing to looking like a PSA for exhaustion?”

Ollie groans, rubbing his face. “Long night. Then a long day. People keep lighting dumb things on fire.”

I set thebox of muffins on the table in front of him. “Did you try telling them not to?”

“Yeah, Cami, thanks for the brilliant idea. I’ll just politely ask people to stop having emergencies,” he says dryly, before eyeing the box. “What’s this?”

“Muffins. I made extra.”

“You made extra?” Ollie smirks, dragging the box toward him. “Or did you conveniently decide you ‘accidentally’ baked too much because you wanted to come see your favorite brother?”

“You’re myonlybrother.”

“Exactly,” he says, already peeling open the lid. “And that makes me the favorite by default.”

“Favorite pain in my ass, maybe.”

He grins around a mouthful of muffin. “That’s rude.”

I lean against the counter, watching as he inhales two muffins in the time it took me to check my phone. “So, how’s life? How’s living above Poppy’s shop?”

He grunts. “It’s fine. I’m here a lot, so not really there all that much.”

Then, he squints at me and says, “You look like you’re suspiciously spending a lot of time at the Jessop Ranch.”

I stiffen. “Excuse me?”

Ollie smirks. “I saw you the other day when I stopped by to see Jack. Looked like you werereal cozyout there.”

“It’s called working, Ollie. I have to pay bills.”

He snorts. “Yeah, that must be what it is, because I totally believe you’re not emotionally invested in any of this.”

I throw a napkin at his face. “Shut up and eat your muffin.”

Ollie laughs, but before he can push me further, someone else strolls into the room, and wow, is he ridiculously good looking.

“Cami,” Ollie says, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. “Meet Beau. He’s the new guy.”

I turn just as he steps toward us, towel slung over his shoulder.

He has dark, wavy hair, an easy grin, and the kind of broad shoulders that could probably bench press me and the box of muffins at the same time. He has eyes the color of chocolate and a warm smile.

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