A Firefighter in Her Stocking
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Unlike the scowling woman sitting across from him.
The scowling woman whose smile had lit up dark corners of his very being, an addictive feeling he’d like to sample again.
Although some dark corners might be best left in the shadows.
Unable to resist teasing her further, he waggled his brows. “Would you like to be?”
Her jaw dropped. “No!”
He gave a low laugh at her outrage. “That was quick. I think I’m offended. Is it my cologne?”
“Right.” She glared. “Because you’re so easily offended that a woman saying no just breaks your heart.”
She might be saying no, but her eyes were singing an entirely different tune. They were shooting fire of feminine awareness. Interesting.
“Sure you don’t want to think about it?” he teased, enjoying the blush in her cheeks.
“Positive. Some things a girl just knows.”
“Yeah?” He arched his brow. “There’s some things a woman just knows, too.”
Her gaze searched his and her voice cracked a little when she asked, “Such as?”
“How she responds to a man.” There were definitely sparks flying back and forth. He might have had a rough day but he wasn’t hallucinating the energy between them.
Not that he understood the chemistry, but he’d have to be brain dead not to recognize the man-woman pull.
“Don’t go confusing me with one of your bimbos,” she warned, chin notching upward. “I’m not interested in a guy like you.”
“A guy like me? Oh, yeah.” He grinned, refusing to be insulted. “We established that I’m shallow.”
Her gaze narrowed further, but the outraged look wasn’t working. Not when her lips twitched.
“I didn’t call you shallow,” she pointed out.
“You didn’t correct me.”
“Because you weren’t wrong,” she countered.
He arched his brow.
Rather than answer, she jumped up from the chair and gave him an expectant look. “Do you or do you not want to see Keeley with me?”
Standing, he grinned. “I most definitely want to see Keeley with you, Doc.”
Her hands went to her hips. “Don’t call me that.”
“Why not?” He kind of liked the nickname. It fit. Plus, she needed a nickname to lighten her up a bit. “It’s as good a nickname as any.”
“You don’t need a nickname for me.”
“Sure I do, so I can call it out when you’re ninja-ing in and out of your apartment.”
“Ninja-ing?”
“That thing you do where you come and go and hope no one sees.”
“Whereas you hang around in the hallway long enough to make sure everyone sees you in your God-given glory?”