From Air (Wildfire, #1)

by Jewel E. Ann

“I officially feel violated,” Fitz says. Peeling my gaze from his bare chest, I swallow and smile. My lips tremble, so I press them together. “I have a friend. An herbalist. She makes oils and salves that help scars fade. Good ingredients like, uh . . .” I hug my clothes tighter as Fitz lifts an eyebrow. “Calendula, lavender, salvia . . . I think some sort of nut oil.” “A nut oil?” My cheeks burn. “I think it’s a European filbert or hazelnut.” I stare at my feet, briefly closing my eyes. Shut up, Jaymes! “For my scars, not my nuts. Correct?” Will and Maren were right—Calvin Fitzgerald is an asshole. He’s feasting on my embarrassment. “I can ask my friend if there’s anything in the salve that might help you grow a pair, but no guarantees.” I lift my chin and smirk, enjoying this triumphant feeling. “Sucks being homeschooled.” “Why?” I ask. He cinches the tie on his sweatpants. “Because you’re given a copious amount of information—Jeopardy!-level miscellaneous information. And while it might make you the most interesting person in the room, it’s not usually in a good way. What starts as an herbal salve recommendation becomes an awkward conversation about testicles.” “I’m a nurse, Fitz. I can talk testicles all day. What do you want to know? Need me to see if yours have dropped yet?” I mentally air punch—the right words at the right time. I can tell Montana is a perfect fit for me. Fitz confirms this by rubbing his fingers over his lips to hide his grin. “Welcome to Missoula,...