His Spark
Unforgettable, Book 4
I have two problems:
I'm falling for a firefighter
I'm dating a surgeon
I've spent years building the perfect life with David—successful, stable, safe. But one impulsive night in Mexico with Ben Shaw sparked something I can’t put out.
Now I'm filming a documentary at his fire station, and every moment with him feels like striking a match. He's everything I shouldn't want—wild, relentless, and determined to break through every boundary I set.
He says I belong with him.
I say he's delusional.
I say what happened in Mexico stays in Mexico.
He says one taste was just the beginning.
But when my perfect life implodes, there's only one person I want to run to. The same man I've been running from all along.
And this time, I’m not sure I can walk away from the flames…
or if I’ve already let it consume me.
The evening unfolded differently than I expected. We ate, we drank, and somehow the disappointment of David’s absence faded into something else entirely.
Ben drew me into stories about daring rescues and station house pranks. Some were funny, some outrageous, but all incredibly captivating.
I found myself caught up in his energy, sharing stories about work and my college days. The way his eyes stayed fixed on me while I talked made my skin tingle.
The night was warm when we finally stepped outside, the street quiet except for the sound of traffic. Ben’s shoulder brushed mine as we walked to my car, and I ignored the ripple of awareness passing through me.
How did something this simple feel utterly electric, completely natural?
“Thanks for the lovely evening,” I said, fishing my keys from my purse. “Even if you’ll be insufferably smug about it.”
He laughed. “Anytime, Effervescence.” His gaze found mine, and suddenly the air between us felt heavier somehow. “Do I stand a chance, Evie?”
The weight of his question staggered me, unearthing thoughts I had been working to ignore. About David. About what I really wanted. About why my heart was beating faster just standing here with Ben.
I swallowed hard. “I’m with David, Ben. Whatever happened in Tulum... I shouldn’t have kissed you on that beach, and we never should have slept together.” My throat tightened, but I forced the words out. “It won’t ever happen again.”
The silence between us stretched, taut and brittle, his expression unreadable. But the hurt in his eyes was impossible to miss.
“You can’t expect me to pretend it meant nothing. Like we’re not meant for each other.”
The conviction in his words pulled at my heartstrings, but I shook my head, breaking our gaze. “Goodnight, Ben.”
I reached for my door handle, ready to escape, but his voice stopped me cold.
“This isn’t over, Evie.”
