Never Too Hot (Hot Shots: Men of Fire #3)(28)
Author: Bella Andre

In the same way the wood had revealed itself beneath the cracking paint, her hours of sanding had slowly uncovered the truth: She hadn’t risked much at all.

Not when she’d known all along that Connor would be a hero.

Beyond irritated with the train of her thoughts, she yanked hard at the stuck bottom drawer. She heard a sharp crack.

“Oh no,” she cried, instantly assuming she’d snapped off a hunk of old wood. But when she pulled the drawer all the way out and put it on the floor, she was surprised to see a stack of letters tied together with a string sitting at the bottom of the dresser’s now-empty shell.

A secret romantic who’d always had a stash of romance novels tucked away in a bag in her closet to read when no one was home, Ginger’s fingers trembled with excitement as she reached for the bundle.

Love letters. They had to be love letters. Otherwise why would someone keep them, hide them away?

The papers looked water-stained and crispy, the rope hard and brittle. Although she picked up the package carefully, the white binding crumbled in her hands. One opened in her hands and, unable to help herself, she started reading the neat cursive.

Andrew,

These have been the worst two weeks of my entire life. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. All I want is to be with you.

Last night when I called home, I begged my parents to let me come back to the lake early. It’s not like I’m good enough to go pro or anything, so why do I have to goaway to tennis camp for three weeks? I told them I’d much rather be out at the lake spending time with them. They didn’t buy it and said no.

I think they’re suspicious about us. Even though we’ve been so careful. I don’t know what they’d do if they found out we’re spending so much time together.

Every night I lay awake in bed thinking about when I snuck out and we drove up to the pond. Can you believe I’ve spent fifteen summers at Blue Mountain Lake andnever knew it was there? I’m so glad you showed it to me. I loved night swimming with you. And I loved everything else we did that night too.

Especially the way you kissed me and said I’d be yours forever.

Love, Isabel

Oh my God. She’d accidentally found love letters her friend Isabel had written to Connor’s father.

Ginger felt a shocked little thrill run through her. She should stop reading right now, especially given that she knew she was invading her friend’s privacy. But her hands and eyes seemed to have a will of their own.

Andrew,

Last night I had a dream that we were already on our boat, that we were halfway around the world. Drinking out of coconuts, the warm salty breeze on our skin.

It was heaven.

Sometimes I think we should just pack a couple of bags and leave now. Forget about college. Forget about everything but going out there and living our dream.

Together.

I love you,

Isabel

Ginger didn’t know how many letters she’d read by the time she got to, Andrew,

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

Isabel

She heard Connor’s voice behind her. “It’s getting dark. And I heard in town there’s been a lot of bear sightings this summer in these woods. I didn’t want you walking back alone.”

She looked up from where she’d been sitting cross-legged, the letters on the floor all around her.

Uh oh. She hadn’t thought about getting caught reading them. Hadn’t been able to think about anything other than Isabel’s love affair with Connor’s father.

“What are those?”

“They fell out of the back of the dresser.” Quickly picking up the pages, stacking them on top of each other, she held out the bundle. “I didn’t mean to read them, but one fell open and… I couldn’t help myself. They’re so beautiful that I lost all track of time. No wonder your father kept them.”

“My father?”

He grabbed the letters from her, started scanning the one on top that said I love you over and over, his posture, his face, growing harder with every passing second.

“I knew he and Isabel had dated for a while,” she said, “that it was pretty serious, but-”

His eyes lifted from the letters. “What are you talking about?”

“You didn’t know about your father and Isabel?”

“Hell no.”

“They met as teenagers. It was love at first sight. These must be letters she wrote him when she was a teenager.”

She suddenly realized what she’d said, that she’d made a huge deal out of Connor’s father loving a woman his son hadn’t known anything about. It had to sting.

“My ex always said I had a bad habit of blurting out every thought that passed through my head,” she said by way of an apology. “It must be weird to read love letters written to your father by someone other than your mother.

Almost like a betrayal.”

The man of cold, hard stone she’d seen in his bedroom that first night was back.

“Whatever he did before he married my mom is none of my business.”

But she didn’t buy that. Not for a single second. If it were true, he wouldn’t be acting like this.

“I can understand why the letters would bother you.”

“Didn’t you hear what I just said? I don’t care. ”

She took a step toward him. She’d let him keep his hands to himself, but she wouldn’t let him lie to her.

“You sure look angry for a man who doesn’t care.”

He came toward her, then, closing the rest of the space between them, his lips so close to hers that she could almost taste them.

“What the hell makes you think you know me so well?”

He was right. It shouldn’t make any sense. They’d only just met, not even a week ago, and yet…

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

His eyes were on her mouth again, his eyes dark and intense, and she felt it coming, another kiss like the one in his bedroom, violent, all-consuming. And in that moment as his heat seeped into her pores, she wanted nothing else.

But instead of kissing her, he turned away and walked over to the half-built boat. She found herself fighting back another strong wave of disappointment as he said, “I’ve never met anyone like you, Ginger.”

It didn’t sound like a compliment, but she quickly decided that was okay. Because she knew she’d just stumbled over a really important chapter of Connor’s story. And she couldn’t have stopped turning the pages if her life depended on it.

“What’s your father like?”

Running a hand over a golden red board, Connor said, “Uptight. I can’t imagine anyone writing a letter like that to him.”

She remembered how smooth Andrew had seemed over the phone. She searched for the right occupation.