Darcy Sampson and Michael Gannon, two loners, must learn to trust each other in order to stop a killer and embrace the happiness that is missing from their personal lives.
Too much "other" information and crises that never get resolved. Darcy takes a leave from her job as a reporter to track leads on an arsonist that was believed killed in one of his own fires; the hero (Michael Gannon, whom the author refers to by his last name throughout the book) quits his job as an arson investigator also thinking the same arsonist is dead. They end up living across the street from each other, she working in her family's bar/restaurant; the hero building custom motorcycles. He hates reporters, she wants to get him to work with her on leads that the arsonist isn't dead. They end up in bed after only three days and he suddenly can't imagine living without her. In the meantime, the arsonist is setting fires, leaving clues and naturally, Darcy is almost killed in the final fire. Everyone in this book has issues (mother is blind to the fact that the brother is alcoholic; Darcy has issues with the brother being the "golden child" of the family, Gannon has a past marriage that is briefly mentioned and that is supposed to be part of his "baggage"; etc.) The ending is rushed and the epilogue leaves one to believe the arsonist is still "out there" a year later after Darcy and Gannon get married. This story just had no spark (pun intended).