Hot Axe

Falling in love with my straight best friend? Tragically inevitable. Telling him? Completely out of the question. Everyone in Winsome knows Robbie and I are a matched set. A package deal. Ames and Robbie, Robbie and Ames. He's the calm to my chaos. The sun shining through my rain cloud. The guy who convinced me to be a firefighter. The man who's known every single thing about me since we were thirteen... Except for the teeny, tiny, inconsequential fact that I've been in love with him for years. I planned to take this secret to the grave. Robbie's straight. He's engaged. And I'm finally-finally -ready to move on. But one uncontrollable blaze, one daring rescue, one inconvenient injury, and one heavily-medicated, wildly inappropriate love confession later, my plan's up in flames. Suddenly helpful, perfect, shirtless Robbie is bathing me, dressing me, and nursing me back to health. And if being around my gorgeous bestie 24/7 wasn't torture enough, it seems I'm not the only one having un-platonic thoughts. But there's no way I'm letting myself fall into the fantasy again. Because if I let myself believe this is real and it isn't, it won't just break my heart... it'll break us. And I refuse to risk our friendship, no matter how tempting the man's hot axe might be.

Falling in love with my straight best friend? Tragically inevitable. Telling him? Completely out of the question. Everyone in Winsome knows Robbie and I are a matched set. A package deal. Ames and Robbie, Robbie and Ames. He's the calm to my chaos. The sun shining through my rain cloud. The guy who convinced me to be a firefighter. The man who's known every single thing about me since we were thirteen... Except for the teeny, tiny, inconsequential fact that I've been in love with him for years. I planned to take this secret to the grave. Robbie's straight. He's engaged. And I'm finally-finally -ready to move on. But one uncontrollable blaze, one daring rescue, one inconvenient injury, and one heavily-medicated, wildly inappropriate love confession later, my plan's up in flames. Suddenly helpful, perfect, shirtless Robbie is bathing me, dressing me, and nursing me back to health. And if being around my gorgeous bestie 24/7 wasn't torture enough, it seems I'm not the only one having un-platonic thoughts. But there's no way I'm letting myself fall into the fantasy again. Because if I let myself believe this is real and it isn't, it won't just break my heart... it'll break us. And I refuse to risk our friendship, no matter how tempting the man's hot axe might be.