My Fireman's Secret Baby by Jamie Knight (good e books to read TXT) 📗

The puppies wrestle around on the floor in front of me. I watch them, but I’m not really paying attention. I keep thinking about how kind it is of Kyst to let me stay here. I hope I am not too much of a burden.

Just then, he pokes his head out of the kitchen. “Breakfast is ready,” he announces.

“Oh. Okay. I’ll be right there,” I reply.

I start putting the puppies back in the box. Their mother sees and jumps in with them. They immediately go to her side. I watch them with a happy heart. I’m so glad that none of them were harmed in the fire.

Getting up off the floor, I walk to the kitchen, hesitating a little.

“Don’t be shy, Mylah. Have a seat,” Kyst says in a friendly tone. He puts two plates of food on the table—fresh eggs and bacon. My stomach growls at the fragrant aroma.

I slide into one of the wooden chairs. He brings two cups of coffee to the table, then sits across from me, giving a polite smile. I offer a smaller one, then stare at my food. He mixes cream and sugar into his coffee. Eventually, I do the same. Breakfast is a quiet affair. I can’t think of what to say to this handsome man. The only sounds are the clanking of silverware.

After breakfast, I start to take my dishes to the sink. “No, I got it. You go relax,” Kyst insists. I stare at him, uncertain but follow his instructions.

In the living room, I watch the puppies. I can hear the soft clinking of dishes from the kitchen. I guess he really is cleaning up. I wasn’t expecting that from him. I sit on the couch and look around. The curtains are closed, but you can see the sunlight through them.

The fireman’s cabin is lovely. Modern, but kind of rustic as well. It’s a very manly sort of place. I stare at the stripped rug on the hardwood floor. Suddenly, it hits me.

“Have you seen the snake? Huggie?” I ask as I walk back to the kitchen. I pause in the entryway.

Kyst stands at the sink with a soapy sponge in his hand. “No. Not since I brought him in last night. I left him in the living room,” he explains. He drops the plate he is scrubbing back into the sudsy water.

“Oh. Okay,” I reply. I know Huggie has to be around her somewhere. I turn away and head back to the living room.

A few minutes later, Kyst joins me. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you find him,” he says.

We both go to different sides of the living room. We check behind the bookcases and side tables. Kyst even opens the doors on his entertainment unit and looks inside. I check the curtains and windows. On his hands and knees, he checks the floor. He lifts the rug, then crawls along until he reaches the couch.

“Found him!” I hear Kyst yell.

I turn around to see him with his arm under the couch. I rush over. “Be careful,” I caution him as I kneel on the ground beside him.

Kyst moves slowly, and I watch with anticipation. Gently he pulls his arm out from under the couch. His hand wrapped around Huggie, who starts to coil around his bicep.

“Oh gosh. Sorry,” I apologize, taking the weight of some of the snake’s loops.

“It's no problem. But where should we put him?” Kyst asks, looking at the snake on his arm.

“Do you…..have a container? Or something he can’t crawl out of?” I ask.

Kyst frowns in thought. “The bathtub in the guest bedroom,” he says.

“Okay. Let’s see.”

We both get up carefully, trying to not jostle the snake. I follow Kyst into the room I was sleeping in. We walk into the large bathroom. He opens the glass shower door.

“Oh, nice. A big bathtub with high sides. He definitely won’t get out of here,” I say.

Together the two of us get Huggie off of Kyst’s arm and into the tub. We close the shower doors and stand there catching our breath.

“Well, that was an interesting start to the day,” Kyst says in a friendly voice. He laughs lightly. “Hey. It’s a beautiful morning, and I’m off work. Would you like to go for a walk outside and get some fresh air?”

I just nod my head. I still feel shy and nervous around him. I have to resist looking into those gorgeous blue eyes of his.

“Cool, let’s go,” he says.

Together we walk out of the bathroom. In the living room, we pass the box of sleeping puppies. Kyst opens the door for me. Once outside, he shuts the door.

I look around. This is my first glimpse of his property. It's enormous. I see where the car is parked and the long driveway that winds between the trees. The woods are pushed back from the house by the lawn that surrounds the entire area. I never figured a fireman would have a place this nice.

It is a gorgeous morning. The sunlight is sparkling beautifully. Kyst gives me a friendly smile as we walk together. The silence is enjoyable. Which is good. I am glad he understands that I’m not that great at conversation.

He stretches his arms, making his broad shoulders roll. “I love it out here. It’s so beautiful and free being out here in nature,” Kyst says.

“Yes. It's gorgeous,” I answer. After that, I revert back to silence, not knowing what else to say. I’ve never been around a man this attractive. It feels like a dream I will wake up from.

As we walk, the sun climbs higher in the sky. It grows a little warmer out. We can hear birds chirping.

My phone rings loudly in my pocket. The sound disturbs the peace and silence. I hurry to answer it, nearly dropping it in the process. Kyst moves away a little to give me some privacy. I have barely said “hello” when Grayson