The One Who Got Away
The relationship is fake. But the sparks are real.
Can these best friends rekindle a second chance at first love? Or will they both end up burned?
Right here at the Minden Fire Department is exactly where I belong. But when I became Captain Storm, apparently it meant I needed a wife. Or at least, that’s what my mom’s friends think.
When Krystal comes back to town, I don’t know what to think. She was my best friend in high school. The truth is I loved her–as much as any eighteen-year-old kid could have. I think she loved me, too. But she left, anyway.
I really do understand why. She had dreams to chase in Hollywood. How could I deny her that?
She’s here now, though. For eight weeks. And she’s taking over the fire department charity auction while her mom recovers from her fall, which means working with me.
I know we’re just friends. She’s going back to LA after the auction, but maybe her presence could get my mom’s friends off my back for a minute. We’ll just let people assume there is more to our friendship… No harm, no foul. I really could use the break from my personal matchmakers’ attention. And I won’t say no to a little extra time with Krystal. I’m probably torturing myself. Friends is all we’ll ever be. Even a fake relationship can’t change the fact that she was The One Who Got Away.
The relationship is fake. But the sparks are real.
Can these best friends rekindle a second chance at first love? Or will they both end up burned?
Right here at the Minden Fire Department is exactly where I belong. But when I became Captain Storm, apparently it meant I needed a wife. Or at least, that’s what my mom’s friends think.
When Krystal comes back to town, I don’t know what to think. She was my best friend in high school. The truth is I loved her–as much as any eighteen-year-old kid could have. I think she loved me, too. But she left, anyway.
I really do understand why. She had dreams to chase in Hollywood. How could I deny her that?
She’s here now, though. For eight weeks. And she’s taking over the fire department charity auction while her mom recovers from her fall, which means working with me.
I know we’re just friends. She’s going back to LA after the auction, but maybe her presence could get my mom’s friends off my back for a minute. We’ll just let people assume there is more to our friendship… No harm, no foul. I really could use the break from my personal matchmakers’ attention. And I won’t say no to a little extra time with Krystal. I’m probably torturing myself. Friends is all we’ll ever be. Even a fake relationship can’t change the fact that she was The One Who Got Away.
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The One She Can't Forget
The sweet memories of our relationship haunt me more than any fire I've ever fought.
Because she can't remember any of it.
I thought my world was falling apart when Monica was in the car accident. Waiting desperately with her family in the hospital, I couldn’t let anyone see just how much I cared.
Our secret relationship meant my hidden torture as I waited for her to wake up. But when she finally did, the truth, was so much worse.
Thankfully, she’s healing perfectly fine–except she can’t remember the last six months. Which means she still thinks we merely tolerate each other for her brother’s sake and are more inclined toward animosity than attraction.
She doesn’t remember our first kiss. Or our first date. Or our promises of forever.
No one else in town knew we were together, especially her brother--my best friend. And when I tried to tell her, she doesn’t even trust me enough to believe it. But I’ll do everything I can to make her remember. And if that doesn’t work, I’ll just have to make her fall in love with me all over again. Even if it was nearly impossible the first time. I'll be The One She Can't Forget.
The sweet memories of our relationship haunt me more than any fire I've ever fought.
Because she can't remember any of it.
I thought my world was falling apart when Monica was in the car accident. Waiting desperately with her family in the hospital, I couldn’t let anyone see just how much I cared.
Our secret relationship meant my hidden torture as I waited for her to wake up. But when she finally did, the truth, was so much worse.
Thankfully, she’s healing perfectly fine–except she can’t remember the last six months. Which means she still thinks we merely tolerate each other for her brother’s sake and are more inclined toward animosity than attraction.
She doesn’t remember our first kiss. Or our first date. Or our promises of forever.
No one else in town knew we were together, especially her brother--my best friend. And when I tried to tell her, she doesn’t even trust me enough to believe it. But I’ll do everything I can to make her remember. And if that doesn’t work, I’ll just have to make her fall in love with me all over again. Even if it was nearly impossible the first time. I'll be The One She Can't Forget.
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The One Who Promised Forever
Can they find a new spark in the ashes of a broken marriage?
I knew we had our issues–what couple doesn’t? But, I thought we were happy.
I thought he was happy.
I stay at home, caring for our three kids under five years old while he is a firefighter in town. By the time he gets home, I'm drained physically and emotionally. Not that it matters, we barely talk anymore.
Despite telling myself it was normal for this phase of life, Nathan packed his bag and walked out three weeks ago. Sure, he’s still paying the bills and spending time with the kids. He even lives five minutes away. But our marriage? He says he can’t do it anymore.
When we said our vows seven years ago, I never imagined a future like this.
Do I believe God can redeem our marriage? Honestly, I’m not sure right now. I'm still praying He does. I might be hurting, but I still want my happy ending. Nathan was The One Who Promised Forever, and the man I married always kept his promises.
Can they find a new spark in the ashes of a broken marriage?
I knew we had our issues–what couple doesn’t? But, I thought we were happy.
I thought he was happy.
I stay at home, caring for our three kids under five years old while he is a firefighter in town. By the time he gets home, I'm drained physically and emotionally. Not that it matters, we barely talk anymore.
Despite telling myself it was normal for this phase of life, Nathan packed his bag and walked out three weeks ago. Sure, he’s still paying the bills and spending time with the kids. He even lives five minutes away. But our marriage? He says he can’t do it anymore.
When we said our vows seven years ago, I never imagined a future like this.
Do I believe God can redeem our marriage? Honestly, I’m not sure right now. I'm still praying He does. I might be hurting, but I still want my happy ending. Nathan was The One Who Promised Forever, and the man I married always kept his promises.