Sparks aren't just flying . . . they're catching. Eli Johnson is not a hero. He's just a guy who's doing his best. His mother was a hero, though, and when she died, he dropped out of college to become a firefighter--a vocation she would have been proud of. He might not be able to save everyone, but he can do what she taught him: put more good out than bad. Charlie Kinnear is definitely not a hero. When he ran into a burning building to save a trapped child, he was acting on instinct. He's not expecting a medal, or for a handsome firefighter with a stunning smile to give him his oxygen mask. Charlie's light-headed, and not from smoke inhalation. Right as their romance begins, a serial arsonist terrorizes the city. As if that weren't bad enough, Charlie appears at the scene of every fire. Eli hates to think it, but if someone wanted to get a firefighter's attention--say, a certain sexy someone who coincidentally wandered into Eli's life--what better way than by starting fires? Sparks are flying all right, and things may get too hot for Eli and Charlie to handle.