Page 103 of My Three Hometown Firefighters
Warren and I both nod.
“Then what are we going to do?” Grayson asks.
Warren points to the closed door that leads to the rest of the house. “This is what she wants right now.”
“But is it?” I ask. I’ve seen a shift since she moved in here. She’s shattered some of her walls, letting us in a little more.
I think she’s fighting with herself more than she is against us.
Warren opens his mouth but ends up shutting it when he has nothing to say.
“I’m pretty sure she’s falling for us, too,” Grayson says. “Or at least I like to think so.” His hurt is apparent in his self-deprecating tone.
“I think she is, but she’s scared of how this will actually work,” Warren says. “She’s protecting herself and her daughter.”
“Honestly, I’m scared, too. This all scares the shit out of me, but I love her more. It’s worth a shot,” I say.
Grayson throws his arms out. “I’m pretty sure the last few weeks have shown that itcanwork if we all want it to.”
“How are we going to convince her of that?” Warren asks.
I smirk. “Well, I have a plan.”
“Great,” Grayson groans.
I scowl at him. “Hey, my last plan led to all of this,” I say, waving my hand all around us. “And led to you being closer to the woman I’m pretty sure you’ve been in love with for years.”
He scowls right back before his features soften. “You’re right,” he mumbles. “What’s your plan?”
“What was that again?” I ask, tilting my head inquisitively.
“What’s your plan?” he grates out.
“No, the other part,” I say, trying to contain my smile.
His glare cuts through me. “Shut the fuck up, Tucker, and just tell us your damn plan.”
“And here I thought you were thankful for being in this place with her, with the hope for more,” I say.
Grayson sighs, pulling his arms tighter across his chest. “I am. Believe me. I am. You just have an uncanny ability to get under my skin like no one else.”
We all start laughing, and I tell them my idea. It’s genius if I do say so myself, and it might just be what we need to get Sienna to really beour girl.
Hopefully…
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Sienna
JUNE
“I just need a girls’day,” Hadley groans as she drives up the long path to her house. “More estrogen is good for the soul.”
She grins at me as she brings the car to a stop. I look down at both of our outfits, which she insisted on before we left Warren’s house.
She’s in a cream-colored lace dress. I’m in a long, flowy dress that’s the prettiest shade of yellow with little white flowers on it.
The guys bought it for me, along with a bunch of other clothes, shortly after the fire. I gasped when I saw it because they’d picked something out that was so undeniably me, but I never thought I’d actually have an opportunity to wear it.
