One More Time by J.H. Croix

How we met: I got a black eye.
Where we met: At a wedding.
Our first date: We’re not dating. Cross my heart.
True story: Jack Hamilton gave me a black eye when we met. He didn’t throw a punch, but he did open a door right into my face. On the same day I was a bridesmaid in my brother’s wedding.
My head spun when I took a good look at him. Maybe it was running full-force into a door, but maybe it’s because he’s melt-your-panties H-O-T. Oh, and he’s a hotshot firefighter.
But I don’t date, and I don’t ever intend to fall in love. It’s all so simple. Until the chemistry that’s hot enough to melt me nearly does. Maybe Jack can help with that, what with the whole firefighting thing.
No one warned me that a good man could make me forget all the reasons why love is a bad idea.