Chapter Six
Donovan
A few days had passed since I’d crossed paths with Jasmine. I’d seen her from a distance, stopping by a store on Main Street to get gas. Despite my passing connection to her, she’d burrowed into my damn brain.
I kept recalling the feel of her mouth under mine, and her fingertip blazing like fire on my lips. Since I’d moved to Willow Brook, I’d come to like the little town. I’d grown up a southern boy in the Appalachian Mountains in Georgia. I’d loved the mountains; the heat, not so much. I’d moved to Alaska from Northern California after completing my hotshot training there and spending a few years on a crew in that area. Things went south for personal reasons, and I’d been hunting for a job on a hotshot crew elsewhere. When the job opened up here, I jumped at the ch
