Sawyer by Valencia Hess

Brooklyn:
I’m stranded on a deserted stretch of road hoping a stranger will give me a ride to town. I have no idea where I am and barely any idea where I’m going. How could this end badly?
But it seems like luck is on my side anyways.
The man who pulls his pick-up over is the hottest firefighter to ever strut out of a calendar photoshoot.
You’d think my problems are over, but they’re only just getting started.

Sawyer:
It’s a funny way to meet, but it’s impossible to hit it off better than we do. She’s down-to-earth and funny and gorgeous and before either of us know what’s happening, we’ve broken a million little rules about how fast things should happen between two strangers.
But that all stops in a hurry. An instant.
Now I’m supposed to live with the fact that the perfect woman is out there.
And she says I can never see her again.