The Firefighter's Pretend Fiancee

Table of Contents

Dedication

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Epilogue

About the Author

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2018 by Victoria James. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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ISBN 978-1-64063-648-4

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition September 2018

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To Kim and Nicola—

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Prologue

Molly Mayberry knew she was living her best life.

She was twenty and had just completed her second year of med school. Some called her a genius, but she had always just thought of herself as a hard worker. She’d finished high school by the time she was fifteen and had completed her undergrad by eighteen. Not having a social life helped—except this summer, everything had changed for her. She had met a guy—no, a man—who saw her for more than just some weird, smart girl; he got her on every level.

She was going to marry Ben Matthews. They were going to have two or three children. They were going to buy a ranch house with a view of the mountains. They would raise their family in Shadow Creek, Montana, because it was idyllic, filled with old-school, American values. People greeted each other on the sidewalk, helped a neighbor in need, and believed in community.

Ben and Molly were destined to live happily ever after.

She tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear and waved to Ben when she spotted him entering the fairgrounds. He was pretty easy to spot, with his height and athletic build. He was one of the town sweethearts. Their small town did like to play favorites, and he and his brother, Finn, were amongst them. Their father was the local fire chief, and both boys were following in their father’s footsteps. That seemed to add to their appeal. She knew full well that half the single female population thought of Ben and Finn as the hottest catches for miles around. She had to agree. But for some reason, gorgeous, sweet, fearless, Ben had sought her out. Though they had only been dating for three months while she was home for the summer, she knew he was her soul mate.

Hi beautiful, he said, shooting her that grin that made her giddy and kept her smiling as she fell asleep at night. He leaned down to give her a kiss that was respectable enough for a public display, but hinted at what she knew would come later, in private.

Hi, she said, still holding on to him.

He took her hand and they started walking amongst the crowds where all the food vendors had lined up alongside booths with various craft items and local artisan products. They spent the day holding hands and walking and talking and eating. He shared his pumpkin pie, and she shared her fries and gravy. He won her a giant stuffed bear at the ring toss, and they kissed on the Ferris wheel as dusk settled and enveloped them, making everything surreal.

Molly had always wanted to go to the Harvest Festival Twilight Dance, and this would be her first time attending. After many wardrobe changes, with her sisters’ approval, she’d finally settled on a navy sundress with a cropped matching cardigan and sandals. She was pretty sure Ben, who was three years older than her, had attended the dance many times before, but she wasn’t worried or insecure. He made her feel like she was the only woman in the world. He pulled her close on the makeshift dancefloor, under the umbrella of twinkling white lights and starlit sky. He smelled crisp and clean with a hint of citrus. He led them to the corner where they were partially shielded by a grouping of aspen on the outskirts of the grounds.

The teasing sparkle that she was used to seeing in his eyes changed, and he looked serious as he raised his hands to frame her face. She tried not to audibly sigh out loud. She was vaguely aware that she was naive and inexperienced compared to him, but he never made her feel that way. He made her feel like they were both incredibly in awe of each other, of this special love they’d found.

I knew the minute you spilled your coffee on the front of my shirt outside of the library that you were special. I knew by the end of our first date that I loved you. And I know now that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know you still have years left of school, and I’m not working full time yet, but I’m yours, if you’ll have me. I haven’t got a ring yet because I want to save enough to get you the one you deserve to have. So I guess what I’m asking is—

She didn’t wait for him to finish. She jumped into his arms and said yes. She said yes to whatever he was offering because she felt the same way. They were young, and they had their whole lives ahead of them.

He spun her around, and they laughed and kissed.

She held on to him like they would have a thousand tomorrows.

She held on to him with the belief that life would play out exactly as they wanted, like their sheltered world could protect them from the gut-wrenching heartache that the real world could lash out, without any warning.

Molly held on to Ben that night, certain nothing could ever tear them apart, certain that love could conquer all, and that the good guys always won.

Chapter One

Nine Years Later

Molly Mayberry didn’t really believe in happily ever after. What almost-thirty-year-old did?

She had grown up, was an adult, a successful pediatrician with no desire to ever get married or have a family of her own. Molly had found out how cruel life could be, how easily innocence could be ripped from a person. She knew this firsthand, and she knew this as a pediatrician who sometimes had to deliver shattering news to a parent. There was nothing that could prepare a person for sudden events or devastating medical news, which was why she had learned not to get attached to people. When you grew too attached to people you had the power to destroy them, and they could do the same to you. It was also why she’d stayed away from her hometown of Shadow Creek for nine years. She had hurt too many people there.

But now she was back to fill a one-year contract position at the new pediatric health center at their regional hospital. It was an opportunity of a lifetime. The new medical center was a state of the art, forty-million-dollar pediatric center that had attracted some of the best pediatric surgeons, oncologists, and specialists. It was desperately needed and would save thousands of children having to leave the state for specialized health care. When she was offered the position, she couldn’t have turned it down. She could handle one year in Shadow Creek before embarking on a new chapter in her life and joining Doctors Without Borders in Mexico. Coming back had never been part of her life plan but excelling at her career was. She didn’t like staying in one place too long anymore.

Her plan was not to socialize with anyone from her past. They weren’t just ghosts that haunted her in her dreams; here they were alive, and they could judge and condemn her. It was impossible to hide in a town like Shadow Creek. So far, because of her crazy work hours, she’d managed to avoid most people on her top-ten list for the last month.

No one in small towns ever forgot, and small towns never changed. Well, some things changed, she thought as she stared up at The Chocolatiers shop sign that promised chocolate and coffee.

Molly peaked through the glass door, making sure her mother wasn’t inside. Then she did a second scan to make sure the man she’d been almost engaged to—the one she’d broken up with abruptly—wasn’t in there. It had been callous, but it had been her only choice at the time. He’d never understand; no one would.

It occurred to her she might not even know what Ben looked like now. Well, she could guess. He was probably gorgeous. And married. For sure married. Running into him and his wife would be a disaster for her because she’d never gotten over him. She would think of Ben without wanting to. Sometimes she’d see a young family and there would be something about the man that would remind her of him. He’d hold out a chair for his wife, or take her hand while she was speaking, or he’d be pushing a stroller and jogging; that’s what Ben would have done. When she felt guilty, she’d wish that he’d gotten over her really quickly and found a lovely woman and had started a family. When it was really late at night and she was exhausted from work and lying in her bed, alone, she’d imagine herself with Ben. She’d imagine their house, their kids, she’d imagine him laughing and kissing her. Sometimes that was the only way she’d fall asleep. She’d imagine that nothing horrible had ever happened to her, that happily ever after had been in the cards for her. It was hard to picture that version of herself, the girl who actually wanted marriage and kids. But it was right for Ben; he would have made a great father and husband.

The door to the shop opened, and an elderly man held it for her. She smiled, the gesture forcing her back to reality. Stop thinking about Ben. Those days were long gone. They were barely adults back then. He probably hadn’t given her a second thought.

The sweet aroma of chocolate and coffee doused her senses as she stepped into the charming shop. It was already bustling despite the early morning hour. She took her place in line and continued to admire the decor and the enticing display of handmade truffles, bags of locally roasted coffee, and baked goods.

Oh my gosh, is that you? Molly, right? a pretty and very pregnant brunette woman said from behind the counter when it was her turn.

Molly sucked in a breath and then smiled. Gwen Bailey! How are you? She and Gwen had grown up together despite a slight age difference. She also knew Gwen was now married to one of her new colleagues, Dr. Luke Thomson, at the hospital.

Great. Really great, but crazy busy, she said with a laugh. It’s so good to see you. Luke told me you were back in town.

Molly smiled at her. I am, I am. I’m happy to be here, she said, lying like a pro.

The new pediatrics center is gorgeous and such a blessing for the community, Gwen said.

She nodded. As a pediatrician, it was a dream come true to work at the new facility. Being offered the position as head of the department was her crowning career achievement, especially at her age. She’d only had to sacrifice her adolescence…her dreams and entire adulthood to reach it. But she loved her career. She loved the babies, the children. I’m really blessed to be working there. They have state-of-the-art operating and delivery rooms, and the staff have been so welcoming. Especially Luke. He’s made me feel right at home. And he talks about you and the baby nonstop, she said with a smile.

Gwen laughed. He’s becoming slightly unbearable, but I can’t complain. He’s already said you’re the best around, and when this little baby decides to make her appearance, you’re the only one he’s trusting as our pediatrician.

Molly smiled. Well, I’d be honored.

He mentioned you’re also working at the new women’s shelter.

Molly nodded again. She didn’t like getting into that too much. People thought of it as a big deal that she was visiting mothers and children who didn’t have insurance. She saw it as her duty. On some level, she thought that maybe it was therapeutic. Maybe even a penance of sorts, but she didn’t let herself dwell on that, because it had the potential to derail the life she’d put together for herself. It’s not a big deal. I’m happy to help… I hate to cut this short, but I know you have a big lineup, and I need to get to the hospital. Could I get the largest coffee you have and maybe one of those chocolate croissants I see your husband eating all the time?

Gwen started pouring coffee. Coming right up! He can eat and eat and never gain a pound, she said over her shoulder.

It’s a guy thing. Totally unfair, Molly said, tapping her fingers on the gleaming white marble counter.

I know, Gwen said with a sigh, placing a white paper bag and white takeout coffee cup on the counter.

Molly handed her the correct change and picked up her cup, aware of the long line. Sorry to have chatted your ear off! she said, backing up.

Gwen waved a hand as she helped the next customer. No way. Great seeing you, Molly. Welcome home.

Thanks. Take care of yourself. I’ll see you soon, Molly said, walking away. She added cream to her coffee at the far end of the marble counter, contemplating the welcome home. Home. She hadn’t thought of Shadow Creek as home in over a decade, and she wasn’t exactly sure how she felt about making it her home again. Nine years ago, everything had changed for her, including her relationship with her family. Being in Shadow Creek meant running into her mother often. Her sisters were long gone as well, and she missed them. It was for the best though; she’d hurt them.

She snapped the lid on her coffee, deep in the black hole of family problems, and didn’t even notice her mother standing in front of her. Molly inhaled sharply as she almost bumped into her. Her mother stood there, looking as though she hadn’t aged a bit, but even worse, she looked as though she hadn’t softened, either. There wasn’t an ounce of emotion in her overly made-up face. Hello, Molly. I would have thought you would have had the courtesy to at least call me and let me know you were back in town.

Molly wrapped her hands around her coffee cup and tried to keep her temper in check. Hello, Mother. I’ve been busy. I believe you stopped keeping tabs on me a long time ago.

Her mother’s eyes flashed. I heard you were offered the prestigious position as head of pediatrics. You must be pleased with yourself. You are the youngest doctor to have ever achieved that at the hospital.

Molly stiffened as her mother spoke. Even though it was a small town and news traveled fast, her mother knew a few too many details for her own comfort. Of course, it was always about prestige with her mother. Some things never changed. I’m happy and honored, she said, stepping to the side of the now-crowded bakery. She wanted out of here. It felt too loud, too noisy, too hot for her liking. I need to get to work now.

Her mother reached out to grasp her arm and Molly paused. Molly, things don’t have to be this way. It pains me that you’ve distanced yourself from me.

Molly looked away from her mother’s sharp stare. She gently withdrew her arm from her mother’s grasp. I don’t need to be guilted. You know why I don’t call or come home. Stop pretending nothing happened. What happened will never magically go away, as much as I’d love that. It just won’t. I’m here for work and nothing else.

Her mother pursed her lips, and Molly ignored the stab of guilt she felt. She didn’t need this. It was too early in the day for family drama. This was why she’d hesitated for a long time before accepting the position. Her mother always manipulated everyone to get what she wanted. Nine years ago was the last time she’d allowed her to do so. "Well, I can see you are still my most stubborn child. Thankfully, your sisters don’t feel the same as you. They are coming home for Christmas as