Oxygen Deprived (Kilgore Fire Book 3) Read Online Free

corner at the front of her yard and then disappeared down the side of the house.
    Shaking my head, I pulled the keys to my truck out of my pocket and unlocked the doors.
    The locks clicked open and I got inside, enjoying the new car smell that assaulted my senses the moment I got inside.
    Pushing the button to the window, I lowered it nearly all the way, shivering slightly at the way the cold hit me to the bone.
    As I backed out of the driveway, after starting it, I idly wondered why she didn’t have shoes on, but chose not to give it, or her, too much thought.
    She was a grown woman.
    There was no need for me to be her daddy.
    If she wanted to walk around in the nearly twenty-five-degree weather without any shoes on, who was I to say anything?
    Of course, thoughts of frostbite on her cute little toes assaulted me all the way to the station. As I pulled in, my mind still hadn’t managed to shake off thoughts of her.
    I parked in my usual spot, getting out on autopilot as I made my way into the bay where all the firetrucks and ambulances for the city were held.
    “How’s it going, Naomi?” I asked one of the student paramedics that was obviously working with us today.
    She was washing the quint—the fire truck—and I was glad that I didn’t have to do that today.
    Especially with the wind that blew through not ten seconds later.
    “It’s going, I guess,” she said, a smile always on her face. “Booth was just helping me, but his wife called him about something to do with a pet, so I decided to finish it up for him.”
    “Thanks,” I replied distractedly. “I’m sure he appreciates it.”
    Naomi grinned.
    “Hey,” I stopped and turned to look at her. “I saw you at my neighbor’s house.”
    Her brows rose.
    “Which one?” She wondered.
    “The cute brunette with the ankle monitor,” I gestured to my own ankle.
    Her brows pinched down in confusion.
    “Who?” She asked.
    I laughed.
    “You know more than one?” I asked laughingly.
    She suddenly grinned.
    “Well, no,” she replied sheepishly. “I only heard half of what you said before I saw him.”
    She gestured to PD, one of my fellow firefighters.
    My eyes followed the big fucker as he tried valiantly to carry about fifteen bags of food from his car at once.
    “So?” I asked, turning back to her.
    “So what?” She asked distractedly.
    Chuckling to myself, I turned and left her to her lustful adoration.
    PD was a kinky fucker. If she wasn’t into that, he probably wouldn’t be into her.
    How he got into that shit, I didn’t know. But, hey, to each their own, it’s not my business to judge what gets him off. I never cited him for his feelings and beliefs.
    He could do what he wanted with the women he brought to his bed, and I’d continue to enjoy the ones I brought to my bed my way.
    “How’s it going,” Booth muttered as he stared blankly at the kitchen stove.
    “Good,” I said. “What’s up?”
    “Fuckin’ dog catcher caught the dog outside our house again,” he muttered, sounding miffed.
    “Thought you put a new fence in,” I mumbled, walking to the fridge and pulling out the eggs and bacon from the top shelf.
    “I did,” he muttered darkly. “Now I have a hundred and fifty-dollar ticket if I want to get the dog back.”
    “If?” I drawled.
    He grinned then, a rare smile lighting up his face.
    “Yep,” he agreed. “If.”
    “Your wife will kick your ass,” I told him. “You know that right? Then she’ll just go pay the fine anyway and you won’t get any sex for a month.”
    “You know this for certain?” He asked.
    I nodded. “Have an ex-wife. We were married for twelve years before we split. Trust me, it’s easier in the long run if you just give her what she wants.”
    “You were married?” Booth asked.
    This was the most I’d ever spoken to him with him being the new guy and all, so I decided to keep talking, despite the fact that it still chapped my ass to talk about Constance.
    “Yeah,” the word a