Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
It was, until I saw him.
Graham West.
The silver fox fire chief of the Greene Mountains.
So hot he should come with a warning label.
I’m the new rookie cop in town and I immediately catch his eye.
He’s older, wiser, and way out of my league. But that doesn’t stop him from deciding I’m his, right there on the softball field.
He isn’t like the guys I’m used to back home.
He’s possessive, protective, and every inch the alpha mountain man I’ve always dreamed of.
I might strike him out on the softball field, but I don’t think he’s going to strike out with me anywhere else.
Once the game is finished, I might just round all the bases with this hot tempting man.
A smoking hot Age-Gap romance set in the Greene Mountains with a hunky Mountain Man Fire Chief who instantly falls for the new cop in town.
May December insta-love at its finest in a SAFE read with no cheating and a super sweet HEA guaranteed. Can be read as a standalone book. Enjoy!
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CHAPTER ONE
Graham
“What the hell, Doug?” I say, throwing my hands up. “Beer already?”
Doug shrugs as he cracks open a can of beer. “I’m thirsty.”
“It’s eleven AM.”
“Exactly,” he says with a grin as he sucks up the foam leaking out. “It’s my pre-lunch beer.”
“Not to be confused with his pre-pre-lunch beer, or his lunch beer, or his post-lunch beer,” Mason says, shaking his head.
“Fine,” I say, rolling my eyes. “But just one before the game starts.”
He turns around to get his baseball glove and I see another one in his back pocket, making his pants sag down.
“I need everyone’s hand-eye coordination to be on point,” I say to my team of softball players. “I’m not losing to these cocksuckers again.”
Every summer in the Greene Mountains, we have a charity softball game that gets pretty intense. It’s the firehouse—and whoever we can pick up to join us—versus the Sheriff station—and any extra bodies they can grab. It’s supposed to be friendly, but it gets fiercely competitive.
“We got this, Chief,” Lincoln says, swinging a couple of baseball bats.
“Yeah, we got the Search and Rescue guys on our team,” Ethan says as he pounds his fist into his mitt. “Aiden hit four home runs last year.”
“I’m going to need everyone hitting home runs this year,” I say as I look at the cops throwing the ball around. It looks like they’ve been practicing…
“Where is Aiden anyway?” I ask, feeling my heart rate starting to jack up. I really want to kick the Sheriff’s smug ass this year. I grew up with Ryland Gray and we’ve always been competitive with each other. It started when we competed for the starting quarterback position in high school and it hasn’t stopped. We probably should have let that shit go by now considering we’re both fifty-two—a long way from our teenage years—but it’s all in good fun. Mostly.
“There they are, Chief,” James says, pointing his tattooed arm at left field. I take a deep breath when I see Aiden, Colin, and Julian walking over wearing the yellow shirts we ordered for the game. The Flame Throwers is written across their chests in black font.
Our firehouse pug Bubba starts wagging his tail and yapping on the bench when he sees the famous bloodhound Charlie walking with them.
“Thanks for joining us, guys,” I say, meeting them by third base. We shake hands and I instantly feel a little better with some more muscle on our team.
“Kylee is going to play too,” Aiden says. “I hope you don’t mind. I ordered her a shirt.”
My stomach drops. “Kylee?”
She comes jogging over, wearing a Flame Thrower shirt and a glove on her hand. Is that girl even a hundred pounds? How is she going to help us win?
Aiden chuckles when he sees my face. “We can play for the cops if you prefer…”
“No, no!” I quickly say.
“They’ve been harassing us to join them,” Julian says with a laugh. “I was worried I was going to get arrested when we said no.”
“It’s all good, Chief,” Aiden says, smacking my arm with a laugh. “She was a professional athlete.”
“What sport?” I ask with a gulp.
“Gymnastics,” he says as he continues to the bench.
“I went to the Olympics too,” Kylee says as she runs past me with a grin.
Let’s hope she can catch as well as she can do a cartwheel.
We get our team set up on the bench and the boys start throwing the ball around, warming up. The stands begin filling up with people from around town.
Owen and Lauren from the Greene Mountain Lodge set up a barbecue station and were kind enough to donate all of the food and drinks. Some workers from the lodge are grilling up burgers and hot dogs, selling them for a few bucks apiece. All of the proceeds are going to the Children’s Hospital a couple of towns over.
The local radio station put some speakers around the park and they’re playing fun music while the photographer from the local paper goes around taking pictures of all the smiling faces. Our annual game is always a good time.
It’s a gorgeous summer day and more people come to watch, setting up folding chairs and spreading out blankets on the grass. The field is in a great spot, near the center of town and surrounded by a stunning view of our spectacular Greene Mountains.
“I got a hundred bucks on the game,” Doug says as he tosses the ball to James. “So, we gotta win.”
“Who did you bet with?” James asks as he throws the ball back.
“Henry,” Doug says, looking at the veteran cop. Henry has been around forever and although he’s got a beer belly and bad knees, he’s got a hell of a throwing arm.
“Alright,” I say as I look around at the crowd. Most people have their food and drinks and are ready for a show. “Let’s get this party started.”