It all started when the curtains on fire at a funeral. Actually, it all started seven years ago in college. Rowan Cole was guy-the one I couldn't forget. We'd once been best friends. Maybe more. We almost had it all. I've spent years trying to forget him and the tragic night that tore us apart. As bad luck would have it, he's the firefighter who shows up to rescue me from the church I almost set on fire. Speaking of flames and melting, Rowan has the ability to set me on fire. Just by existing. He's downright delectable, all rugged man wrapped in a body of pure muscle. I do want to want him again. This small town is making it awful hard to avoid him. Especially when he's determined to prove he's worth it.