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I was all for women taking care of their own shit, but there was something about a guy like Mav, all evil lumberjack, ready to rip the man’s head off for fucking with his woman.
The gate agent got on her little microphone and announced it was time to board.
Bridge laughed. “You’re all so ruthless.”
Mav grumbled again, then Bridge giggled.
Mav was at the top of the ruthless list, but I was right behind him. No one fucked with my bestie.
“I gotta go.” I stood, grabbed my purse and the gossip magazine I picked up at the small store after security. “The plane’s boarding.”
“Have fun with your friends. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Which was anything in Las Vegas because she hated the place. The people, the noise, the lights. All of it. Me? It screamed fun. Except the fun I’d been thinking about all day had been with Theo the night before. I wondered what might happen next. Had that been a random one-off? He said, ‘You want sex. I’ll give it to you.’
Would he? Or had it been a spur of the moment thing, the fooling around in the parking lot? Did he have regrets? Had I done it right?
I’d come really fast. Like ridiculously quick. I assumed it’d be flattering to a guy, being so responsive, but it was also over faster than it took to walk across the lot. I hadn’t really even touched him. I could’ve reciprocated. A hand job or a BJ or something. But maybe he wanted someone skilled. I’d have fumbled with my hands or probably gagged myself.
Gah! I was getting on a plane doubting myself. I hadn’t satisfied him, obviously. But was he satisfied by what he did?
I had no clue because we hadn’t talked more after he licked his fingers, then tucked me into my car and shut my door.
He hadn’t said goodbye, only knocked on the roof before walking off.
I didn’t even have his number. No way in hell was I getting it from Bridge either.
“I’m not that bad,” I muttered, heading for the short line, trying to put sexy thoughts of Theo out of my head. That one orgasm in the restaurant parking lot and I knew I couldn’t just fuck any guy. I had a pretty good feeling my vagina–and the rest of me–was only interested in Theo.
“Yes, you are. Don’t get married like Lindy and Dex,” she warned. “Ooh or arrested!”
Right. As if.
13
THEO
“It’s stations day.”
I arrived at the station at nine and was met by Mac, the chief of the volunteer fire department. As we walked through the bay area, he pointed out each fire truck and piece of rescue equipment.
“I’m sure you saw the blood donation bus.”
I nodded. I couldn’t miss the rig with a photo of a woman giving blood on the side of it. No one could, which meant good advertising.
“The nurses who run the bus are organized and well prepared, but the newer EMTs will practice vitals before and after someone gives blood.”
He pointed out the doors to the front parking area. Cones had been set up creating a one-way path for cars, like a drive thru. “That’s for car seat installation and check. Quick in and out.”
I nodded again. There wasn’t much to say. The guy and his crew had this well organized. With the firefighters in either all navy, with t-shirts with HVFD in huge letters across the back, or in heavy-duty bunker pants and boots, they were easy to identify.
“The real fun’s happening out back.” He grinned and his impressive mustache curled up at the ends. He was probably my age, maybe a little older. Rugged in appearance, as if he lifted huge fire truck tires for exercise. He had probably thirty pounds on me of solid muscle, but I could probably run farther. Which meant if there was a bear chasing us, I’d outrun the fire chief. Except he’d probably stand his ground and punch the beast in the nose.
He cut between two gleaming fire trucks and out the huge, open garage door in the back. Two totalled cars were resting in the middle of the back lot. Men and a few women, all turned out in their firefighting gear, including helmets and safety goggles, were placing emergency tools on a tarp beside each one. I recognized the Jaws of Life, an ax, and a pry bar.
“I don’t get to see this side of MVAs,” I commented.
“All set, Chief,” a man called. His t-shirt said lieutenant on the front, although the letters disappeared as he zipped up his bunker coat. “Hey, Doc,” he called to me.
I raised my hand in hello as Mac nodded in response.
