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Her Holiday Fireman (Love Inspired Series) [NOOK Book]

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From his first encounter with the feisty redhead, widower and fire marshal Ryan Owen knows he's in trouble. He's in Vine Beach to heal, not to find romance. As for Leah Berry, she's come home strictly to lay claim to her family's restaurant and fend off developers. Leah is infuriated when Ryan shuts down the restaurant on violations. Both are determined to have their way, ...
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Her Holiday Fireman (Love Inspired Series)

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Overview




From his first encounter with the feisty redhead, widower and fire marshal Ryan Owen knows he's in trouble. He's in Vine Beach to heal, not to find romance. As for Leah Berry, she's come home strictly to lay claim to her family's restaurant and fend off developers. Leah is infuriated when Ryan shuts down the restaurant on violations. Both are determined to have their way, even as something unexpected starts blossoming between them. They'll need to learn the hardest thing about love and faith—letting go.


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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781459245358
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 11/1/2012
  • Series: Second Time Around Series
  • Sold by: HARLEQUIN
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 224
  • Sales rank: 163,654
  • File size: 318 KB

Meet the Author


RITA and Carol award nominee Kathleen Y'Barbo is the best-selling award-winning author of more than forty novels, novellas, and young adult books. More than one million copies of her books are in print in the US and abroad. A recent nominee for the 2012 Romantic Times Career Achievement Award, she has a BBA from Texas A&M University's Mays Business School and a certification in Paralegal Studies, A tenth-generation Texan, Kathleen Y'Barbo has a daughter and three grown sons.
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"Leah, somebody needs to tell the guy at table seven that we closed twenty minutes ago. He just ordered another plate of fried shrimp then had the nerve to ask me to bring him a dessert menu."

Leah Berry looked up from the list she was making to see the young waitress scowling at the offending customer. Dark hair, muscles and a leave-me-alone expression marked him as a guy who wasn't expecting company or, apparently, planning to leave, even though the sign on the door was clearly marked with the news that Pop's Seafood Shack was only open for lunch on Wednesdays until 3:00 p.m. from the first of November through the end of the year. It was now 3:20 p.m.

Much as Leah needed to get over to the stables and see to the horses, it wasn't worth losing a customer over. If she'd learned anything since she left her curator's job at The Galveston Preservation Society last spring to run the family restaurant, it was that the customer came first.

"Be nice and go fill his tea glass," she said firmly. "And smile when you hand him that menu."

The waitress, barely out of her teens and more set on a modeling career than one in food service, opened her mouth to complain then obviously thought better of it. Kate Murdoch hadn't quite taken to being a waitress but she was willing to work for what the restaurant could afford to pay her during the winter season. Plus, her father was the mayor of Vine Beach and an old friend of Pop's. Much as Leah hoped Kate made a success of her modeling dreams, she didn't wish for it to happen soon.

Grabbing a menu with one hand and the tea pitcher with the other, Kate wound her way through the maze of tables to where the stranger sat mesmerized by the view of the Gulf beyond the wide expanse of windows. He offered the waitress a nod then went back to gazing at the water again. Leah watched to make sure the future super model offered no evidence of her irritation.

"I told you we needed a rule about ordering all-you-can-eat in the last hour before closing," Kate said when she breezed past to deposit the empty plates. "He's picking at the shrimp and staring out the window. Seriously. I'm so over this."

"He probably just doesn't realize we're only open for lunch on Wednesdays," she offered to Kate's retreating back.

Orlando, her father's best pal and the only cook Pop's Seafood Shack had ever had, stepped into her line of sight. Arms crossed over his barrel chest, Orlando seemed to study the U.S. Navy tattoo on his forearm before lifting his gaze to Leah's.

"What?" she asked softly as she once again set her work aside. "We hold the kitchen open until the last diner's done. House rules, even on Wednesday. You know that."

"Don't get all riled up, Lee-Lee." The cook went back to studying the inked insignia as he managed a shrug. "Just thinking of the bottom line. Overtime for the two of us plus all that food the guy's putting away means you're losing a whole bunch of money. I'd put up the closed sign and flash the lights, if it were up to me." Leah sighed.

He reached to touch her shoulder. "Look, kiddo, I know it ain't the way your pop would've done things but this is a new day." Orlando sent the diner at table seven an irritated look. "And new days call for new ways. That home you're keeping your father in ain't cheap, and I know you're not making enough here to cover what the insurance doesn't."

When Orlando got in a mood, humor was always the best remedy. "So you're saying I should stay open on Wednesday evenings, too? What would the choir down at Grace Bible do with their star baritone stuck behind a stove frying shrimp?"

Tossing his apron aside, the cook headed across the room, hit the switch on the open sign and slid the dead bolt on the door. When the guy ignored the gesture in favor of reaching for his tea glass and draining it, Orlando made a great show of returning to the kitchen. The diner, however, returned to his menu as if nothing had happened.

"Least now we guarantee no one else shows up," Orlando grumbled as he snatched his apron and stalked back to the grill.

The man in question looked up. Their gazes collided, and Leah nodded. Apparently it was time for dessert at table seven. She turned to call for Kate only to find her dressed in her street clothes. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I've got a date." She gestured to the clock on the kitchen wall. "Seriously, you remember what it's like to be in love, right?"

Not really. Leah bit back a response and nodded. "Go. This time."

Kate was gone before Leah could say anything further. Again the sole remaining diner met her gaze. Pasting on a smile, she grabbed for the order pad.

"Ready for dessert?" she said as sweetly as possible. "Pie's good today. Chocolate, coconut and—"

"Banana cream," he said along with her but his Texas drawl drowned out hers. "Yeah, I know." He set down the menu and she noticed his dark blue T-shirt emblazoned with the logo of the Houston Fire Department. "But what I'd really like is another round of redfish. Then we can talk about pie."

"Redfish," she echoed.

"Yeah. Is that a problem?" His gaze swept the room before once again focusing on her. "I'm surprised this place is so empty. The food's not bad."

Not bad? Leah opened her mouth to offer a candid response then thought better of it. "Well," she said carefully, "it is Wednesday."

"Yes," he said slowly but obviously without a clue, "it is."

Out of the corner of her eye, she spied Orlando walking toward the control box for the lights. Leah shot him a look before returning her attention to the diner.

"So.. " Leah paused. "Redfish?"

"Redfish." He dismissed her by picking up his phone.

"Redfish," she echoed as she returned to the kitchen. "And not a word from you, please."

"Wasn't planning on it," Orlando said, though his expression stated the opposite.

She returned to the table with the tea pitcher in hand.

"Sweet, right?"

This time, the fireman offered a dazzling smile. "Yes," he said as he pushed away his phone to offer up his tea glass. "Thank you."

His smile caught her by surprise. She glanced down at the brochures spread across the tabletop. "Looking to rent a place?"

He hurried to shove aside the pages. For a moment he seemed to be trying to decide how to answer.

Leah finished pouring the tea then set down his glass. "I didn't mean to pry. It's just that it's rare we get renters down here this time of year and…" His expression remained unreadable. "I'll just go check on your food."

When she pressed through the kitchen doors, Orlando gave her a look over his shoulder before nodding to the half-filled plate. Leah frowned and silently filled up the remainder of the platter with shrimp and headed toward the dining room. The old cook meant well, but she'd not let Pop's high standards slip for the sake of the balance sheet. If they lost money on the handsome fireman, so be it.

A covert glance told her the fireman had folded away his real estate papers. "Here you are," she said with a smile. "Is there anything else I can get you?"

"No, thanks."

"All right then. Enjoy." She tucked the tray under her arm and took a step away from the table.

"Wait."

Leah turned to scan the plate and then the table. "Did I forget something?"

His gaze was steady but his expression softer. "No. I did."

She waited a second before shaking her head. "I don't understand."

"My manners." He studied his hands then looked up at her. "It's not exactly my best…" The fireman shook his head. "No excuses. I've been rude. Please accept my apology."

Any lingering irritation at having to stay open well past closing time evaporated. "Hey, don't worry about it. We all have our bad days."

"Yeah," he said under his breath as he looked away.

An awkward silence fell. "Okay, well," Leah said, "I'll just let you enjoy your shrimp."

"Wait. If you're not in a hurry, can you answer some questions about Vine Beach?"

Ryan clamped his mouth shut. Had he actually asked a total stranger for help?

Yup, he had. But her eyes were kind. And he was tired of being alone. Especially today.

He dared a look at the redhead and saw that she seemed to be considering the question. "You don't have to," he hurried to add. "I mean I'm… I was just thinking maybe you could fill me in. I'm new here." He gestured to the stack of real estate listings, meager as they were. "Guess you already figured that out, though."

She glanced over her shoulder at the older fellow watching them from the kitchen door and then she nodded and sat. "Sure, why not?"

Ryan reached across the table to offer his hand. "I'm Ryan," he said as his gaze collided with wide green eyes, noted a sprinkling of freckles. "Ryan Owen."

"Pleased to meet you, Ryan Owen. I'm Leah." Her grasp was firm as she took his hand.

"Just Leah?" he said.

"Leah Berry." She paused only a second as if gauging whether the name held meaning to him. "So, what brings you to Vine Beach?"

There were a dozen possible answers. He decided on the easiest. "Work. Apparently the city's been without a fire chief since."

"Since my father's illness," she supplied.

Now what? With those green eyes pointed in his direction, his mind went blank. "I'm sorry," he finally managed to say.

"No, it's fine. He's…well, it was time for him to retire. Welcome to Vine Beach," she said with the beginnings of a smile. "I'm glad the position's been filled. Pop would be glad, too."

He let out a long breath. "Maybe he could give me some pointers, then."

Her smile disappeared. "I don't know. He's not…well."

"Right. Sure." It didn't take a genius to figure out he'd just stomped all over a touchy subject. "So, anyway, I've kind of put everything off until the last minute and now I'm scrambling for a place to stay. I thought I'd just get a hotel room but apparently the hotel's closed until February."

"Yes, the owners spend the winter with their children in Florida. I always thought it was funny to leave one beach to vacation at another one." She chuckled. "But then I'm easily amused. Anyway, I might be able to help you find a short-term rental until you can figure out where in Vine Beach you'd like to live permanently."

Permanently. That word and Vine Beach refused to fit in the same sentence as far as Ryan was concerned.

"Don't need much. It's just me and my dog." He reached for the real estate papers. "I can't make much sense of these. Looks like my choices are pretty slim. Either take a room over the beauty shop courtesy of my new boss or spend a whole bunch to rent a big place on the highway."

"Hmm…." She picked up the first paper and began to scan it. "Ima's Beauty Shop or the highway? Slim pickings indeed. Let me see if I recognize any other local addresses in here."

While she read, he watched, something that felt oddly natural given the reason for today's lunch. Mourning his late wife, Jenna, wouldn't bring her back, and neither would keeping the promises she'd extracted from him before she died.

And yet here he sat keeping at least one of them, the one about moving to the beach, while working hard to remember the others. Something about the redhead's smile made him feel better about giving up everything he'd worked for to come and live at the beach where he'd be starting over with not much hope for advancement. When a guy was chief of a department where he was the only paid employee, the only ladder to climb was the one on the ancient and apparently little-used fire truck.

"Here's one." Her gaze lifted to meet his. "It's two blocks from the high school and walking distance to downtown." She turned the paper around to point to an ad he'd somehow missed.

"Three bedrooms, one bath and a fenced yard," he read. "Sounds perfect. What's the number?"

He punched them into the phone as Leah read them off. A moment later, he had the landlord on the phone. "So it's already leased," he said after he'd given the man the reason for his call. "Thanks anyway."

Leah made a face and Ryan chuckled despite his dashed hopes. "Apparently the new science teacher at the high school got to the place before me. Oh well."

"Oh well indeed." She set the paper aside. "I'd offer our barn but I don't think it'd be too comfortable what with the holes in the roof and the lack of heat or plumbing."

He followed her gaze out the window toward a broad expanse of rolling grassland populated with a dozen or more golden palomino horses. Off in the distance was a building of substantial size, its wooden exterior silvered with age. Just beyond the barn was a smudge of black on the horizon, possibly the burned ruins of a home. His interest immediately piqued.

Ryan's attention returned to the barn. "Is that yours?"

"It is," she said, her voice soft, almost dreamlike. "It's been in the Berry family for generations. The house, too. Or, rather, it was until recently."

He shifted to look at the ruins again. "It burned?"

"Yes, back in March." She shook her head. "Hey, you know what? There are a whole bunch of weekly rentals here that I bet are sitting empty. I'd rent you ours but I'm living in it right now." She shook her head. "Don't ask."

He laughed. "All right. Any suggestions where to start?"

"I'll make a call. How can I reach you?"

Ryan tore off a corner of one of the real estate papers and reached for a pen. Jotting down his cell phone number, he handed it to Leah. "Don't need much. Just a place to sleep and maybe a yard for the dog. Beach view would be ideal, but I doubt that'll happen."

He could hope though. Nothing like waking up to the sound of waves just outside his door.

Leah's brows gathered. "You have not because you ask not. At least that's what the Bible says. So, you start asking and I'll make a call or two and see what I can find out. When do you need the place and how long are you planning to stay?"

"Now," he said. "Last week, really. It's already Wednesday and I start work Monday morning."

"Oh, goodness. Okay, so how long?"

"Six months?" By then he'd have fulfilled his promise to Jenna and could be on his way back to the Houston Fire Department. At least that had been the plan when he had applied for his leave of absence.

The redhead folded the paper in half and slipped it into the pocket of her jeans then rose. "I'll get right on this. In the meantime, can I bring you some pie? It's—"

"Banana cream," he said along with her. "Yes, please, but maybe I ought to get it to go."

Again her brows furrowed. "Why's that?"

He nodded toward the old cook who'd been eyeing them suspiciously for the past five minutes. "I'm guessing I've overstayed my welcome."

"Ignore Orlando. He tends to be a bit overprotective."

Ryan snatched up the check and opened his wallet. "Nothing wrong with that. So how about I settle up this bill while you box up a slice of pie?"

Only when he climbed behind the steering wheel of his Jeep with the pie on the seat beside him did the reality of what he'd just done hit him. Not only had he invited a strange woman to sit with him on what would have been his first wedding anniversary, but he'd ended up giving her his phone number.

Closing his eyes, Ryan rested his head on the back of the seat and let out a long breath. When would this get easier? As he backed out of the parking lot of Pop's Seafood Shack he had a feeling things were about to get a whole lot worse before they got better.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 10, 2013

    Enjoyable

    Very sweet. My only complaint is that the Fire Chief has no firefighters and never has to fight any fires.

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