This is crazy good! The story This story is fun to read, has intense moments, romance, steam, a happily ever after. Highly recommend

-Amazon Reviewer T. Ross

Karma had decided Jennifer Bayani, nurse and part-time assistant to the Assistant Fire Marshal, needed to pay for her sins.

There could be no other explanation for why, while driving on these back roads, her GPS went blank, and she had zero bars on her cell phone.

Crud, crud, crud. The GPS had gone from its helpful little voice advising her to ‘turn here’ to a black screen and red searching for signal text. Why did it insist on ‘searching for signal’?

“This isn’t happening. How am I supposed to find the hospital?” Jennifer tossed the printout with the hospital’s phone number and her stupid cell phone back into the front passenger seat.

Fabulous. Without a signal, she couldn’t call the hospital to find out how to get there, either. Now ninety minutes outside of Cleveland, her drive around the back roads of who knew where had been interrupted by geese, cow, and horse crossings thus far.

This didn’t include trying to stay awake after working the past two weeks on the night shift, but before she could contemplate needing a nap alongside her other problems, a high pitch noise behind her called for her attention.

This particular noise included flashing lights and a patrol car.

Jen tried to find a safe spot to pull off. The route she was on was only a two-lane road with a speed limit of sixty. Every once in a while, another car whizzed by.

By then, the patrol car had settled directly behind her. In her rearview mirror, she saw the officer point to the side several times.

Finally, after at least a half mile, she saw an empty field with a driveway. She had to make a sharp turn to pull off into that driveway before she parked.

This day only got better. She checked her reflection in the mirror and confirmed her dark hair was still neatly tied back and braided. Her navy-blue scrubs were immaculate, and her makeup was appropriately understated.

At least she would look nothing like her life had suddenly spun out of control in the last forty-eight hours, and she was running on fumes.

The officer parked behind her, leaving his lights on, and approached from the side. She rolled down her window, and he said, “Good morning, ma’am. Do you know why I pulled you over?”

“I was speeding?” Jennifer guessed, since she probably had alternately sped.

“No, ma’am.” The officer took off his sunglasses, revealing eyes even darker than Jennifer’s, light skin, and a smile. “You were weaving in and out of your lane. Driving somewhat eccentrically. I was concerned for your safety and those around you.”

Also a reasonable explanation. “I’m sorry, sir, my GPS and my cell phone quit.”

He chuckled. “Cuyahoga County, right? The plates.” He waved a hand at her car.

“Yeah.”

“And where were you headed?”

“Geauga Regional Hospital. I’m a nurse from MetroGen ER.”

“Ah, must be one of their traveling nurses,” he commented. “License and registration?”

“Absolutely.” She fished through the glove compartment to find her registration under a fire safety magazine. Her license was easier to find in her purse. “Here you go, officer.”

“Deputy.” He smiled and her eyes caught his. She scrambled to put the requested items into his hand, which connected to his tattooed forearm.

There was a shiver of awareness because Deputy Whoever was darn cute. He filled out his black uniform quite trimly and even though his face was shaded by his wide-brimmed hat, she got the sense he was giving her a similar once over.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Jennifer Bayani.”

“Miss,” she volunteered, a grin forming behind her lips. Perhaps today would not be totally terrible.

“Bayani. Interesting name.”

“It’s Filipino, as you would expect.”

He tilted his head. Goodness gracious, did he have dimples? Tattoos and dimples? “Why would I expect that?”

“Because Filipino nurses own the ER,” she said. She fit right in with the rest of the MetroGen ER, and her sister was a nurse. The most unique thing about her was the four years she’d been a firefighter and her part-time job in the fire marshal’s office.

“Not in Geauga County,” he said. “But if you want to own me, can’t say I’d complain… when I’m not working, of course. What do you think I should do now?”

“Let me off with a warning. And meet me later for a drink, maybe?” She batted her eyes and was too slap-happy-tired to recognize that she was flirting outrageously with the hot deputy.

He let out a low chuckle of good humor. “Aww shucks. What have we here? A proposition by a lovely lady for me to abandon my moral framework.” He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “For shame.”

Their eyes held briefly, and, for all they were playing, Jennifer would not have been sad to meet the deputy for a drink.

“Oh, darn it, you don’t have bars in this county to let the deputy get dirty after hours?” 

“The deputy was going to let you off with a warning, cuz I’m not going to ticket everybody who is a bit lost. Besides, if the deputy decided to take leave of his senses, I wouldn’t ask for a drink to forget the ticket. I’d ask for a quickie in the back of your car.” He winked at her and mock turned to her back seat.

“I don’t have a seat big enough,” Jennifer quipped as she was driving a 2002 Saturn S-class.

He didn’t respond for a second, and she peeked backward, “You okay, Deputy?”

“Ma’am,” his tone was now completely different. “Please step out of your vehicle and keep your hands where I can see them.”

She got out. This was an unusual way to flirt, she could play along. “Are you off of work already?”

“Put your hands on your head.” He patted her down in an official, business like way.

“I think it’s a little early for this,” Jennifer said with amusement.

“Place your hands behind your back.” When she obeyed, he actually cuffed her.

This didn’t seem like a game. “Umm, I definitely don’t do this before the first date.”

“Miss Bayani, please follow me to my patrol vehicle, and we’ll be having a long discussion at the Geauga County Safety Center.”

“What’s going on? I didn’t do anything.”

“You didn’t? Can you explain to me why you have a bomb in the back of your vehicle?”

She glanced back and saw he’d understated the situation. Her half dozen demonstration incendiary devices were clearly visible in her backseat as their securing tarp had slid off them after her less than stellar driving performance. .

“Those aren’t actual bombs. They’re for educational purposes. I’m an assistant to the Assistant Cleveland Fire Marshal.”

“Right. We can settle this down at the Safety Center.”

As Jennifer headed to his car, she resolved to roll with the punches. Bad luck could always be fought with a good attitude.

Besides, if she was going to be there for a while getting her story checked out, she might as well take a nap.