Together atop Sapphire Lookout: Firehawks Lookouts, #5

By M. L. Buchman

-a Firehawks Lookout romance story-

Just before Danny Chay’s life runs completely down the drain, an old friend bails his sorry self. Bails him off the street and onto the 3,000-mile long Continental Divide Trail. What’s up with that?

Lexi Forrester needs a change. A summer as a fire lookout lies blissfully far away from her law-office past that she loses herself.

Until they both discover new paths Together atop Sapphire Lookout.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Buchman Bookworks, Inc.
• Release date: Nov 12, 2016
• ISBN: 9781540168665

M. L. Buchman

USA Today and Amazon #1 Bestseller M. L. "Matt" Buchman has 70+ action-adventure thriller and military romance novels, 100 short stories, and lotsa audiobooks. PW says: “Tom Clancy fans open to a strong female lead will clamor for more.” Booklist declared: “3X Top 10 of the Year.” A project manager with a geophysics degree, he’s designed and built houses, flown and jumped out of planes, solo-sailed a 50’ sailboat, and bicycled solo around the world…and he quilts.

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Together atop Sapphire Lookout

Together atop Sapphire Lookout

M. L. Buchman

Buchman Bookworks, Inc.

Contents

Also by M. L. Buchman

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

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About the Author

Also by M. L. Buchman

Copyright 2016 Matthew Lieber Buchman

Published by Buchman Bookworks

All rights reserved. This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission from the author.

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Cover images:

Fire Lookout © Angela Redmon | Flickr

Hiker and foxtail pines (Pinus balfouriana) on John Muir Trail - Pacific Crest Trail © Miguel Vieira

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Also by M. L. Buchman

The Night Stalkers

Main Flight

The Night Is Mine

I Own the Dawn

Wait Until Dark

Take Over at Midnight

Light Up the Night

Bring On the Dusk

By Break of Day

White House Holiday

Daniel’s Christmas

Frank’s Independence Day

Peter’s Christmas

Zachary’s Christmas

Roy’s Independence Day

and the Navy

Christmas at Steel Beach

Christmas at Peleliu Cove

5E

Target of the Heart

Target Lock on Love

Firehawks

Main Flight

Pure Heat

Full Blaze

Hot Point

Flash of Fire

Smokejumpers

Wildfire at Dawn

Wildfire at Larch Creek

Wildfire on the Skagit

Delta Force

Main Flight

Target Engaged

Heart Strike

Angelo’s Hearth

Where Dreams are Born

Where Dreams Reside

Maria’s Christmas Table

Where Dreams Unfold

Where Dreams Are Written

Eagle Cove

Return to Eagle Cove

Recipe for Eagle Cove

Longing for Eagle Cove

Keepsake for Eagle Cove

Deities Anonymous

Cookbook from Hell: Reheated

Saviors 101

Dead Chef

Swap Out!

One Chef!

Two Chef!

SF/F Titles

Nara

Monk’s Maze

The Me and Elsie Chronicles

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1

Danny Chay reached the fire lookout tower in the heart of the Sapphire Mountains and decided that this was about the most crazy-assed thing he’d ever done. Sapphire Mountains sounded like some kinda girly shit, at least until he’d hiked into them. The rugged rock peaks of southwestern Montana jagged upward out of forests so thick that there was no way to see the ground beneath them.

Four months ago he’d never seen more trees than a city park. And the parks in East LA weren’t exactly about Mother Nature—more like a quick drug deal or a fast, cheap screw. Didn’t matter what color you were, hanging with the bros was about the only other thing going down.

The view from standing beside Pintler fire lookout tower swept a vast circle in the heart of the Idaho and Montana wilderness. Ten-thousand-foot peaks and dark green forest ran as far as the eye could see in every direction. No hazed gray sky here; it was so blue that it hurt to look up.

He didn’t know whether he hated the woman who’d sent him on this damned quest, or if he should kiss her feet. But Kee Stevenson was someone you sure as hell didn’t argue with.

She’d rolled back into the neighborhood after most of ten years gone, driving an immaculate, late-model, black Chevy Suburban, kind the Feds drove—which had scared him crapless even though he’d been clean at the time.

The tinted driver’s window had slid down and there was Kee.

Chay.

Smith. Thought you were dead.

Stevenson now.

Good as dead. He’d never figured her for the settling down kind.

You want your shot at getting a life? Get in.

Anyone less dangerous than Kee, he might have tried rolling her for