He cheated i chose two firefighters novel Chapter 93

Scar’s POV

Dear Diary,

Why would I get so many strange calls?

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Ten strange calls disrupt the quiet of my weekend. Sometimes a voice, deep and unfamiliar, says nothing at all. Other times, it’s just the ragged sound of crying, or the wet, heavy push of breath against the receiver. I’ve blocked three different numbers.

My first, chilling thought was Brennan, but the tone was all wrong–too low, too graveled. He could be faking it, I suppose, but something in me rebels at the idea. He’s pathetic, not cunning. I was certain I’d scorched the last bridge between us when I saw him.

That’s one shadow over these few days.

The other is Rowan.

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ws Jace and Milo are with me. The whole house has told him to back off. He just smiles, a slow, knowing curl of his lips that never reaches his cold eyes.

The looks he gives me are not glances. They are physical caresses. His tongue darts out to wet his lips when I walk by. He finds reasons to step into the space that belongs to me, his presence a violation before a single touch is made. His words are laced with suggestions so thick they feel dirty, yet he always dances just outside the line of an official complaint. He hasn’t laid a finger on me.

But he’s made me afraid of corners, of empty rooms.

Every time he drifts near, I retreat. My nerves are starting to fray. This morning, before dawn had fully

broken, I was bent at the oven, checking a casserole. The silence was soft, my own.

Then I felt it–a deliberate, unmistakable pressure against my backside. The rigid outline of an

erection, brushing through the thin fabric of my shorts.

I gasped, a jolt of pure alarm sending me jerking upright. My skull cracked against the oven handle with a sickening thud. Stars exploded behind my eyes.

It was Jace who turned, his face morphing from playful intent to instant horror. “Scarlett! Jesus, I’m

sorry, I’m so sorry!”

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He didn’t ask. He just lifted me, cradled against his chest, and rushed us to the bathroom. He sat me

on the cold marble counter, his hands infinitely gentle as they parted my hair to check the rising knot.

His apologies fell like a steady, warm rain. The concern in his eyes was so absolute, so tender, it made my throat ache.

He was so damn cute.

Sunday night settles over the house, a comfortable quiet. My parents and Hale are out. It’s just my

guys and me, the world shrunk down to this warm kitchen table.

“This is so good, Princess,” Jace mumbles around a too–big forkful of chicken pot pie. Gravy dots his

chin.

Beside him, Milo just grunts, a sound of profound contentment that speaks volumes.

“I made chocolate lava cake for dessert,” I tell them, carrying plates to the sink. “With homemade

vanilla ice cream.”

Milo’s grin is a flash of pure delight in his usually stern face. “You spoil the shit out of us.”

A pleased warmth blooms beneath my ribs. I shrug, aiming for casual. “Well, I love you.”

“We love you too,” Jace says, and his wink holds the softness of a promise.

The easy moment gives me courage. “So… this photo shoot on Wednesday? You’re really okay with me being in it?”

Milo leans back, his chair groaning. “Are you kidding? I’m ordering ten copies just for myself.”

“Have you decided on the month you would like to represent?”

“My birthday occurs in June. Do you believe they would permit me to have my birthday month?”

“Certainly. You simply need to inform them. Brenna is also going to be featured in the calendar this

year. She is most likely going to request October. She absolutely loves Halloween.”

“And what about the two of you?”

“I plan to ask for January, and Milo will ask for March.”

“I appreciate the way we were all selected. The classic name–in–the–hat method, so that no one can allege favoritism,” I said.

Jace began to chuckle, and Milo erupted with laughter.

“What is so amusing?”

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“The Chief is the person who places all the names into the hat. He only includes the names of the individuals he wants in the calendar. Those are the people who work the hardest, who exceed expectations, and who do not create much trouble. He always states that everyone’s name is in the hat, but he merely puts duplicates of the names he prefers.”

“That is utterly brilliant. Is that the reason Rowan was not chosen?”

“Yep. He chose five from our shift and seven from the other,” Milo said.

“So, have you settled on your pose?” I asked.

“I will always pose alongside Daisy,” Jace said.

“How old is she now?”

“She is eight years old. Truly one of the best dogs.”

“What about you, Milo?”

“I believe I am going to pose while washing the truck this year. I’ll get a little wet and sudsy.”

I giggled.

“What about you, babe?” Jace asked.

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