My Fireman's Secret Baby by Jamie Knight (best ebook reader android txt) 📕

Pulling myself away from the firefighter, I wipe my eyes.

“My name is Kyst,” he says, introducing himself.

I look up at him, and he gives me a smile that is both friendly and encouraging. I blink a few times, so I’m not dazzled by it. He does have big strong arms and shoulders—gorgeous black hair. Plus, he's super tall. I have to look up at him.

As I stand there, I realize that I feel safe looking at this man’s handsome face. I am safe thanks to him, so I tell him everything. His blue eyes fill me with a momentary sense of calm.

“My name is Mylah. This was my home. I’m not sure what started the fire. It was just a normal day, taking care of the animals. I just opened my vet business,” I explain. Kyst listens calmly but with a grave expression as I continue talking. “Obviously, this is a disaster, especially since today was my first day of business. I spent all my money opening this place, and I haven’t had a customer yet. Well, now I guess I never will.” I gesture towards the wreckage. It breaks my heart again, and I have to look away quickly. I’m going to experience a lot of crying and emotions today. I already know it.

Kyst gently puts a large hand on my shoulder in a gesture of consolation. I appreciate that, nodding my head. “I guess I should look on the bright side. I mean, none of the animals are hurt, and neither am I. I guess this means I should start over again in the future, but I need to focus on now. I don’t have any place to stay.” I drift into momentary silence. “I guess I could camp out here until I figure things out,” I say, looking at the burned building.

Kyst removes his hand from my shoulder. This causes me to look at him. “That’s not safe. In fact, it’s quite dangerous, and I strongly urge you not to,” he says in an authoritative tone.

I frown a little. “What else am I going to do?” I question softly. My voice wavers and tears threaten to spill again. I didn’t plan for this. I didn’t think I would ever need to. You never think about situations like this because what are the odds of them actually happening? Well, after today, I would have to say that the odds are pretty good. I need to stay positive right now, but I don’t know how. There is no recovery from something like this.

I hope my thoughts aren’t showing on my face.

“You can stay with me. I have an empty guest room you can use,” Kyst says.

What? My eyes are wide with surprise as I look at him, and butterflies fill my belly. “Oh no! I couldn’t do that. Besides, I don’t want to be a burden. I have my animals, and this is my problem, not yours,” I stammer, trying to hide my embarrassment.

It was lovely of him to offer that. It is a tempting situation because of all the stress I’m under right now. But, no, he is a complete and total stranger. It’s usually not a good idea when someone makes an offer like that. Then again, I felt so safe and comforted in his arms earlier. I really do need a place to stay. I have to think and figure everything out. Ugh, this is such a nightmare.

Kyst interrupts my internal drama by waving his hand. “Please, I insist. You can bring the animals too. It’s not right for all of you to be out here suffering,” he says gently.

I look at him and try not to cry. I’m so overwhelmed with emotions right now. That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. “Okay. Thank you. I’ll figure out a way to pay you back for this.”

His head tilts slightly to the side as he smiles. “It's my pleasure to help you and your animals,” Kyst says.

My belly fills with butterflies again, and I watch as he walks away to talk to the other firefighters. Standing near the truck, I try to take a relaxing breath. I can hear the dogs inside. I’m so glad that they are okay. All I can do now is wait for Kyst to tell me what to do next. My cheeks heat up when I think of his kind offer. You don’t expect that from a stranger. He must be a genuinely nice person to have suggested it.

Chapter Five - Kyst

As we all get into the firetruck, we make room for Mylah and her animals. It was my suggestion. I felt like it was the least I could do given her current situation.

The ride back to the fire station is quiet. The puppies sleep comfortably in their box the whole time. Mylah is silent, just looking out the window. To be honest, I’m concerned about her well-being right now, both mentally and emotionally. She went through such a traumatic experience that destroyed her means of living. When we were standing outside the vet clinic, she looked too emotional to drive herself. That’s why I suggested I give her a lift back with us. Even now, as I drive, I glance at her reflection in the mirror. She is trying so hard to stay positive, but I can see her holding back her tears.

We arrive at the fire station. The other guys and I jump out. I reach up and help Mylan down. “Thank you,” she says softly. She gives me a small smile, but it doesn’t light up her big green eyes. Once again, I see her emotions.

One of the firefighters reaches into the truck and grabs the box of puppies. Mylah turns to him. “Can I help you? I want to make sure they are okay,” she asks.

“Sure. We’re going to give them a real