The Firefighter's Refrain. Loree Lough

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      Her laughter started soft and low, then escalated until it bounced off every hard surface in the kitchen. Sam loved the sound if it—rich and throaty and wholly feminine—and his pulse pounded harder.

      “Guess it’ll be a while before you let me live that one down, huh.”

      Her question implied they had a future together, and Sam liked that. Liked it a lot.

      She toasted him with the tumbler. “This was a good choice, by the way. It’ll be hard enough to sleep tonight, even without caffeine floating around in my system.”

      Sam doubted he’d sleep well, either...because Finn would be floating around in his system. But she looked tired and understandably stressed.

      “I should probably hit the road so you can—”

      “How long have you been in Nashville?”

      “Going on six years now. Seems half that...” At times like this. “And twice as long.”

      Finn nodded. “I know exactly what you mean. My family landed here when I was thirteen.”

      “Musicians?”

      “My parents are singer-songwriters, and play about half a dozen instruments apiece. But that’s true of a big chunk of the city’s population. Connor and Misty tried all sorts of gimmicks but couldn’t find the one that set them apart from the competition.”

      Based on her faraway expression, she was thinking of a far less pleasant time. She’d already gone through a lot tonight, and he felt bad, having opened an old wound. Sam covered her hand with his. For a moment she sat nodding, lost in her thoughts, and he was glad she hadn’t pulled her warm little hand away.

      “It’s a rough road,” he admitted.

      “Road?”

      “The one that leads to a recording contract.”

      One eyebrow rose, and she wasn’t smiling when she said, “And you know this because...”

      “Because I’ve walked it a time or two myself.”

      Coincidence that she chose that moment to take back her hand? Sam didn’t think so.

      “It’s nowhere near the top of my priority list anymore, though,” he quickly added. “Family, the department, the academy, then music, in that order. Performing is more a hobby now than anything else.”

      She turned on the stool to face him head-on. “Hypothetical question—if somebody with clout heard you perform and offered a contract, would you sign it?”

      “Well, sure.”

      He’d answered truthfully, but it wasn’t what she wanted to hear, as evidenced by the almost angry spark in her dark eyes. Finn got up, stacked his plate atop hers and grabbed the flexible hose dangling above the dishwasher. She rinsed both plates and stood them in the wash rack, then returned for their glasses. After rinsing those, too, she crossed both arms over her chest.

      “Well, it’s late, and I have a lot of phone calls to make in the morning. I appreciate everything you did tonight.”

      Sam put all his weight on the good leg as he stood. “No thanks necessary. I was happy to do it. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” The word reminded him that he could have counted her heartbeats just moments ago.

      Her expression softened slightly. Because she remembered, too?

      She uncrossed her arms and walked to the back door. “Are you parked out front?”

      “Yeah...”

      “Sorry about that. Now you’ll have to walk all the way around the building.”

      “Don’t be sorry. It isn’t your fault that Mother Nature decided to park a tree in your diner.”

      She held open the door. “Hope the leg doesn’t keep you awake all night.”

      It wouldn’t be the leg keeping him awake.

      “Easier said than done, I know,” she continued. “But try to get some sleep, okay?”

      She glanced into the back lot and thanked him again. Subtle, Finn. Sam grinned. Real subtle. He’d given her his card. Should he repeat his offer to help anytime?

      The harsh glare of the street lamps exaggerated the worry lines and weariness on her lovely face. Had he thanked her for the pie? “Thanks for the pie,” he said, just in case. “You were right. It was great, especially warmed up and topped off with ice cream.”

      She hid a yawn behind her free hand. “I still owe you a meal, though.”

      “Aw, Finn, you don’t owe me a thing. I mean it.”

      Several seconds ticked by as those big dark eyes studied his face. Looking for proof that he was just another musician who said things he didn’t mean? If that was the case, Sam had no idea how he’d prove otherwise. But he wanted to try...

      “Lock up tight,” he said, “and I’ll see you soon.”

      Her lips said, “Okay,” but her eyes said, Not if I see you first.

      The door clicked shut, and he listened as the bolts slid into place. Head down and hands pocketed, Sam splashed through puddles as he headed for the front lot. He’d heard about women with more baggage than an airport luggage carousel. Considering Finn’s background, her suspicious nature was understandable. That didn’t make it easier to deal with, though.

      His mind went back to the moment when he’d quoted her “better before I’m married” comment, and the roundabout reply that hinted she saw him as something more, something better than a self-centered, music-first jerk. Sam slid behind the steering wheel and started the pickup. While adjusting the rearview mirror, he noticed the almost dry evidence of Finn’s tears on his shoulder. Man, she’d felt good in his arms.

      Good enough that he might just start lifting weights again, so he could help her carry that baggage.

       CHAPTER TEN

      FINN’S INSURANCE AGENT walked through The Right Note, jotting notes and muttering as he shook his head.

      “It’s a mess, all right, but don’t you worry. Soon as you get me quotes from three licensed contractors, I’ll cut you a check.”

      She hated the idea of browsing the internet for reputable companies, then making appointments so they could come out to estimate the cost of repairs. More distasteful still was having no idea how long it would take them to get back to her with quotes. Last night, she’d dropped Sam’s business card into the waste can beside СКАЧАТЬ