Moving to Norhill Tops seemed like a good idea at the time. She thought it would be the escape she needed, little did she know it was only more trouble adding up. Does she put her trust in the town and the people in it, especially the hunky sheriff who seems to think of her as a pain?
There’s something about moving to a small town. I never thought of myself as a country girl, but I’m taking to it easily. It helps that my best friend’s from the area and has embraced living out here in the middle of nowhere. Moving to Norhill Tops was the best decision I ever made.
The only problem is I constantly run into the one man I never thought I’d see again. Every time, I have to bite my lip to keep from doing something else entirely. We were together for only a weekend, but it was enough to leave a lasting mark. He ruined me for anyone else and he doesn’t even know it because he doesn’t remember. It’s in the way he looks at me . . . well, more like through me.
Or so I thought.
The dance between us is a constant struggle, especially when we get thrown together. Talk about déjà vu all over again.
Through the flames, life will thrive, or it will die. It’s a saying I’ve always been raised on. I never understood it. I see it every day in those around me, but never truly got it. That is until through the flames he rescued me.
Stranded in the middle of nowhere, I’m left wondering where to go from here. My life’s a mess and now it’s even more so. I dare not call home, it’ll only cause problems.
When I keep running into my savior, I can’t help but feel the burns that aren’t truly there. Because of him, I’m alive, but am I really? The quote I was raised on always pops in my head when he’s around and I can’t help but wonder why.
Could he be the reason I never understood it? Maybe he’s flames that decide whether or not I live or die.