Resisting the Hero:An Accidentally in Love NovelBy: Cindi Madsen
The bar was bursting with guys tonight—seriously, it was like Muscles R Us up in here, all filled-out chests and bulging arms with biceps upon biceps. Under other circumstances, Faith might take a moment to enjoy the view. But right now, she was looking for one particular meathead, and she happened to be related to him. Anger had been building the entire four-hour drive from Atlanta, and now it pulsed through her like the loud music, wanting to be set free.
Of all the stupidest, craziest, good-way-to-get-himself-killed moves. It was no wonder her brother hadn’t told her what he was up to until she was on her way back to North Carolina, hours away from moving in with him and his family. Then Kaleb had thrown it out, all his words strung together. “By the way, I completed the SWAT program today and am a certified operator now. There’s a party at the Rusty Anchor to celebrate, so you should swing by if you get into town in time.”
And when Faith had opened her mouth to ask if he were serious, he’d said he had to go and hung up. But he’d later texted a picture of himself holding a certificate, his wife and daughter by his side, and told her the party was at seven. Like she’d actually want to celebrate something that would put him in even more danger than his current police job.
How can he do this to his family? His pregnant wife? His little girl? After all, Kaleb had seen firsthand what could happen in this line of work. He’d promised that he’d choose the safer path in his career. Faith hadn’t wanted him to go into law enforcement in the first place, but no, he had to go and try to be a hero anyway. And now he was taking it to another level by joining a SWAT team? Why couldn’t he let someone else’s brother be a hero? Her family had given enough.
Faith scanned the room as she moved farther into it, taking a second to look from face to face. Finding her brother in a place she used to frequent ought to be easy, but the lights were dimmed, and there were so many guys, all dressed similarly in black T-shirts. Several had SWAT emblazoned on their chests in white, and others bore CORNELIUS SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT in smaller letters over their shirt pocket.
Faith tipped onto her toes—this would be a lot easier if everyone here wasn’t at least a foot taller than she was.
A guy approached her, beer bottle in one hand, smiling at her in that way guys do when they think they’re good-looking enough to smile and get anything they want. “My friend and I were just talking about what a sausage fest this was, and then you came in.” He ran his appraising gaze down her body, lingering on the V of her neckline.
Faith crossed her arms. “That works out, because I’m here for a weenie roast.”
He put a protective hand over his package—probably without realizing he was doing it—but his smile widened. “Oh yeah. You’re definitely coming to get a drink with me.” He reached for her hand, but she jerked it away.
“I’m actually looking for Kaleb Fitzpatrick,” she said as cheers erupted over in the bar area, swallowing up her words.
Big and Beefy glanced toward the noise and then returned his attention to her and leaned down. “Fitzpatrick, you say?” This close, it was impossible not to notice just how good-looking he was. His almost-black hair was disheveled in a careless way, he had thick, dark eyebrows, and his eyes were a strange shade of gray that had to be a trick of the light. One corner of his mouth turned up, as if he knew she liked what she saw. So maybe she did, but it wasn’t like she’d go for a guy like him. The only thing worse than a guy with a hero complex was one who also had a huge ego.
“Do you know where he is or not?” she asked.
Despite the impatience she’d purposely put into her voice, the amusement in his features only grew. “Trust me, I’m more fun,” he said, taking cocky to the next level with a simple eyebrow raise.