Spencer Hernandez is a kind-hearted firefighter in Haughville, Indiana. After working his long 24 hour shifts, he goes to diner where he spends time with her.
Between her gorgeous face and fast wit, Harper Kennedy is the woman of Spencer's dreams...
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Adam was on the couch searching through Netflix when I came in the door. He looked at me, down at his watch, then back up.
"You're late," he commented.
"Running an errand for Reed." I dropped my keys into the basket on the coffee table. "Why are you home?" I groaned as I sat down.
"I work the afternoon shift today," Adam said as he settled on a documentary.
"You guys that busy again, huh?"
"Someone always seems to need something machined," Adam replied, not taking his eyes off the screen.
"Alright, well, you're the second person ignoring talking to me, so–" I stood up. "I'm going to bed."
"You say something?" Adam asked.
"Exactly my point. Good night."
"You're going to bed?"
"I literally just told you that," I said as I backed out of the living room into my bedroom.
Once I closed the door, I dropped my phone on the nightstand, pulled my t-shirt over my head, and tossed it into my laundry basket, which was close to overflowing. Next, I peeled off my basketball shorts and then fell forward onto my mattress. It felt good after a long night and a less than pleasant morning.
Just as I felt the weight of sleep coming over me, my phone rang.
"¡Reed, lo juro por Dios!" I cursed my friend in Spanish.
I flipped my phone over, realizing I had overreacted. The picture showed a woman with dark curly hair and a large grin.
"Hola, mamá," I said, trying to keep the tiredness out of my voice.
My mom started scolding me in Spanish, "You never called to say you're still alive!"
I chuckled. "Sorry."
Even at thirty-one, I couldn't escape the worry of my mother. In her defense, it was our little ritual. I'd get off work and then call her to tell her about my night.
"Did you have a good shift?" she asked.
I smiled. As fast as my mamá scolded me, she returned to being my biggest supporter, something she'd been since I went into the fire academy.
"It was tough, Mamá. There was a big warehouse fire, and it took most of the night to put out," I told her as I rubbed my sore eyes.
"Oh, my baby boy. That sounds exhausting."
"It was," I said. "Then I helped Reed with some of his engagement stuff."
Mamá sighed. "You should sleep."
"I was trying," I replied.
"Okay. Sleep, baby. Stop by soon?" she asked, hopeful.
