Blade’s P.O.V.
I stomped over a smoldering patch of brush, spraying it with a blast of water and cursing under my breath. The fire was finally losing ground, but my head was far from in the game. Every crackle, every smoky wisp, somehow reminded me of Meghan and how hot she really was. Hell, it was like she’d taken root in my mind, and I couldn’t shake her out anymore.
“Yo, Miller!” Grant, one of my buddies on the team, jogged over, his face streaked with soot and an amused glint in his eye.
“What’s got you so distracted? You look like you’re either falling in love or losing your mind.”
“Both, probably,” I muttered, glancing back toward the woods as another fireman cut a new line to keep the flames from spreading.
“It’s Meghan, the girl from the bakery. Can’t stop thinking about her
