Trouble by Brittanee Nicole

The first time I set foot in Fire Chief Declan Everhart’s small town he declared me trouble.

Maybe it’s because I’m a pop star hiding in his house for the holiday season. Or maybe it’s the way I can’t help but tease the grinch.
More than likely, though, it’s because his best friend Cade touched me right in front of him,
lighting a fire so hot it threatens to incinerate us all.
Now I can’t keep my hands to myself.
Cade is famous for being the playboy assistant coach of the Boston Bolts, a man only out for a good time. But I know what we have is rare.
Cade wants me, Declan wants me, and Declan would be a bad liar if he didn’t admit that some part of him wants Cade too.
I’ve goneround and round about these feelings. Can we really just say the heart wants what it wants, or are we just asking for more trouble?