We pull into a space right outside of the coffee shop. The firefighter cuts the engine before unbuckling his seatbelt, allowing it to slip through his fingers back into the housing before swinging his door open. I hurry to do the same, climbing out quickly and practically running around the hood of the truck to meet him, my boots skidding on the slushy, ice covered sidewalk as Ryker instinctively grabs my arm, steadying me.
My gaze moves upward to his face as he clears his throat letting me go.
‘Be careful, it’s slippery’ he mutters gruffly, before he turns abruptly and heads toward the festively decorated front door of the café.
The firefighter pushes open the door, stepping back slightly to let me go first, the instinctive chivalry making my breath hitch. I smile quickly before I step
