He lives by the manual. I don't even use recipes.
Logan "Bear" Callahan is a mountain of a man with a scowl that could stop a five-alarm fire. As the Captain of Station 42, he believes in two things: precision and protocols. He thinks flavor is a distraction and that I'm a "liability" because I measure garlic with my heart instead of a scale.
Margo Moreno (that's me) is a Michelin-star dropout who just needs a place to land. I'm pure sunshine, extra curves, and a firm believer that butter makes everything better-even a grumpy firefighter who treats his body like a high-performance machine.
The catch? The City Council just passed a "Zero Tolerance" policy. No dating between station staff. No exceptions.
If Logan touches me, he loses his career. If I fall for him, I lose my job. But when we're trapped in that tiny station kitchen, the air doesn't just get hot-it becomes combustible.
Logan thinks he can put out this fire. But I've never been good at following instructions, and this is one recipe for disaster I can't stop making.