Smoke on the Water

I've lived with the stares, whispers, and hateful accusations of small-town gossips for years. Being the sister of the town pariah comes with consequences. But when the petty harassment turns darker, more drastic measures are required. I just didn't expect those measures to include my former high school crush-the golden boy turned smoking hot firefighter-offering protection... as my boyfriend. Are we just pretending, or is this becoming something real? And can it survive the string of arsons that threaten us both?