Sweet Haven (The Sweet Series Book 2)(2)

By: K.C. Lynn

The sexy bastard.

No, not sexy. He’s just a bastard.

Well, maybe he’s a little sexy…or a lot. But definitely more bastard than sexy.

Frustrated with my internal debate, I shift my gaze away from his and focus on the rest of the group. My smile returns when I see a few of the guys he’s with are Jake Ryan, Cam Phillips, and Austin Hawke. They work at the fire station with him and also happen to be childhood friends of Sawyer’s.

“Well, if it isn’t little Evans,” Cam boasts, being the first to greet me.

“Hey, guys. Good to see you.”

“You, too,” Austin says. “How are things?”

“Good thanks, and you?”

He shrugs. “Can’t complain. How about your brother? It’s been a while since we spoke.”

“He’s doing great. Living the dream down in Charleston with his beautiful family. He even coached my nephew’s first year of hockey last season. My dad swears he’s a natural and the NHL’s next legend,” I relay with a proud smile.

There’s a grunt to my left, interrupting our conversation.

Twisting my head, I glare at those mesmerizing brown eyes. “You have something to say, Crawford?”

If he makes one rude comment about my family, I’ll mess up that pretty face of his.

“Nope, I’ve got nothing,” he answers with an infuriating smirk.

That’s what I thought.

I turn to dismiss him when he speaks again. “However, I would like a drink whenever you’re done bragging about your perfect family.”

My fists clench at my sides as I get the urge to slap the smug look off his sexy face. Choosing to ignore him, I return my attention back to Austin and find his eyes lit with amusement.

“What can I get you, Austin?”

With a chuckle, he gives me his order.

I move to Cam next, then Jake, making my way around the table to everyone except Jase. Once I have their orders, it’s only then that I acknowledge him.

“You?” I ask, keeping my eyes averted. If I look at him, I could end up being arrested for bodily harm…

Don’t think about his body, Sam.

“Well, thanks for finally asking me, Peaches.”

My teeth grind at the nickname. He started calling me that the last few times I’ve run into him, but I have no idea why. It drives me crazy.

“I’ll take a bottle of Bud.”

When I start away he gently snags my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. His touch ignites an inferno throughout my entire body that burns from my head right down to the tips of my pink painted toenails. I drop my gaze where his fingers sear my skin before meeting his eyes, getting lost in the deep dark irises.

“And while you’re at it, fetch me a menu.”

I snap back into myself at his condescending tone, narrowing my eyes in anger.

Oh, I’ll fetch him something all right.

Yanking my hand back, I head to the bar, slamming my tray down with a resounding smack.

Zoey looks up at me from where she makes a Caesar, her brows arched. “You all right?”

“I’m fine, why?” I grind out.

“Because your cheeks are flushed and you look like you’re about to rip someone’s head off.”

“I am.”


I shake my head. “Don’t worry about it.”

Concern pinches her expression. “If someone is giving you problems, Sam, just say the word and his ass is gone.”

“No, it’s fine,” I assure her. “It’s just Jase Crawford. That man drives me crazy.”

She looks over my shoulder with a smile. “Ah, the sexy fire boys are in the house.” Her fingers dance in the air as she gives them all a wave before bringing her attention back to me. “What happened with Jase?”

“He pushes every single one of my buttons.”

“I wish he would push mine, especially the one between my legs.”

As irritated as I am, I can’t help but laugh. By the smile she gives me it’s clear that was her intention.

“Don’t ever let him hear you say that. He doesn’t need his ego fed.”

“True, but you have to admit he’s hot enough to be a little arrogant. They all are.”

“Hey, whose side are you on here?” I ask defensively.