I lost everything in the fire, except the burning need I feel whenever he looks at me. The night before Thanksgiving, my flower shop—my dream, my independence, my entire savings—goes up in flames. With nowhere to go in this small town where I'm still a stranger, I'm completely alone. Until Jimmy Sullivan, the older firefighter who pulled me from the burning building, offers me shelter in his home. At thirty-five, he's all muscles and a toned chest, with short dark hair and hands scarred from years of rescues. Living under his roof, wearing his shirts, I can't ignore the way his eyes darken when he looks at me. The tension between us builds until neither of us can pretend it's just gratitude on my part and charity on his. Can a gruff older firefighter and a homeless florist build something beautiful from the ashes of their pasts?