Page 2 of Beckett the Bad Boy
One very familiar firefighter.
“Beckett! It's you!”Gee, can I be any more embarrassing?
Because Beckett, the town’s resident bad boy, is fucking hot.
So hot that the connection between my mind and tongue is suddenly broken.
Suspenders climb over his broad shoulders and clip to oversized pants, while his short-sleeved Suitor’s Crossing Fire Department shirt is anythingbutoversized. It conforms to his firm muscles like he’s dressed for a fireman calendar rather than saving women from watery disasters.
“It's me,” he says, a quizzical half-grin lifting his lips. “I'm sorry, but do I know you?”
The answer isyes.
Yes, I can be more embarrassing.
This man has no idea who the hell I am, and I'm greeting him like a long-lost friend.Kill me now.Drown me in dirty pipe water and end my suffering.
"I live across from the firehouse.”
Face, meet Palm.Becausethatdoesn't sound creepy at all.
He stares at me like I've grown two heads… or like he's acquired another stalker. It’s no secret how popular Beckett Caldwell is among the women of Suitor’s Crossing. He's probably got his fair share of clingers and wannabe baby mamas.
Sadly, you will probably find my name on that list, too.
“I heard a lot of your names when you ran drills outside. Collin, Grady, Isla…”Big Billy with the two left feet, my scrambled brain jokes.“Plus, you live with Ranger, right? Caroline is one of my best friends, so I’m at the Reaper’s Wolves MC clubhouse a lot and have seen you with him.”
Good god, why am I still rambling? Shut up already!
If he didn’t think I was a stalker before, he definitely does now, which means I should probably keep my friendship with his sister, Kennedy, to myself, too.
“Not that I track when you’re at the clubhouse. It’s just that I’m there, and you’re sometimes there…” A forced laugh that sounds suspiciously close to hysteria erupts before my lips seal in a concrete line.
No more talking.
No more, Elizabeth Anne Dayton!
The fire of humiliation burns across my skin as Beckett’s gaze widens and hisoh-so-kissablemouth twitches.
Probably trying not to gape in shock at how unhinged I sound.
Just what every girl dreams of when being rescued by her secret crush.
Face, meet Palm… Again.
CHAPTER TWO
BECKETT CALDWELL
She’s cute.
A complete and utter stranger, but cute.
And fire-engine red from the tips of her exposed ears down to her chest and crossed arms.
Good thing red is my favorite color.
“Why don’t we start with your name, while I get you safely outside?” I ask with a raised brow once she stops nervously rambling.
