He's the one person I never had to try with. That's exactly the problem.
Elias is my best friend. Two years at the same firehouse, same shifts, same couch on our days off. At some point his coffee order became something I just knew. At some point I stopped noticing when he was sleeping in my bed. I just told my mother we're dating. In my defense, she ambushed me at lunch with the woman she'd picked out for me to marry, and I panicked. Now the whole firehouse knows, that woman called my chief, and Elias said what he always says when I've dragged him into something: I'm in this. Cade panics. Elias doesn't. That's always been how we work. What I didn't account for was the dancing. Or what came after. Or the fact that two years of telling myself this was just friendship was starting to feel like the longest lie I'd ever told. Possibly never was. A standalone Heroes of Port Dale romance.