One reckless kiss was never part of the plan. Cal Callahan came to the remotest fire lookout in the Cascades to disappear. Twelve years of parachuting into hell left him with scars no one can see and a guilt he can't outrun. Ninety days of silence, one tiny tower, zero complications. That was the deal. Then the supply chopper dumps Ellis Hawthorne on his helipad: cocky ex-Ranger turned travel photographer, all storm-grey eyes, sharp tongue, and a smile that should come with a bloody warning label. One sunset, one argument, one kiss that tastes like smoke and bad decisions, and Cal's carefully built walls go up in flames.Ellis isn't supposed to stay. He's got a glossy magazine spread to finish and a life waiting downhill. Cal isn't supposed to want him to. But when lightning ignites the biggest fire the valley has ever seen and every crew is two hundred miles away, the only thing standing between three towns and disaster is a washed-up smokejumper who swore he'd never jump again... and the man he can't let burn. They fight the blaze together. They fight each other harder. And somewhere between the ashes and the altitude, they discover some fires don't destroy anything. They just clear the way for everything you never knew you needed.Explicit MM romance. Slow-burn, hurt/comfort, forced proximity, grumpy/sunshine deliciousness with a hard-won, heart-melting HEA that'll leave you staring at the ceiling and smiling like an idiot.