The Men of CLE-FD updated by Unknown Page A

Regan might be perfect for him since she was into physical fitness.  A physically fit woman was a check-mark in his book.  He was physically active and a woman would have to be in excellent physical shape to keep up with him. 
    Rock-climbing, biking and swimming were activities where he excelled.  Because of his athletic abilities, the fire department asked, and he agreed to participate and be the team leader in an upcoming charity event.  Sponsors backing him promised to donate a large sum of money to The American Red Cross if his team competed against other teams of firefighters from around the city in the race up 42 floors or the 804 steps of Terminal Tower, also known as the Gray Lady.  He pledged he could do it in full fire gear and break the record.
    Orlando let the palm of his hand linger on the warmth of Regan’s lower back.  The heat of the sun kissed the exposed area of her body causing his body temperature to rise.  Throngs of arousal cause his penis to push against the zipper of his jeans.  “We gotta go, Maggie.  Save your bitching for the next time we meet,” he said, fighting desperately to keep his mind from entering the gutter zone.
    He wondered what type of underwear Regan wore under those shorts.  He favored thongs on a woman with a firm plump butt.  It drove him crazy to watch her strut around teasing him in nothing but sleek high heels and a sexy thong.
    Maggie’s voice echoed as she threw a public tantrum.  “What about my car?”
    “Yeah, it did sound pretty bad.  You should get it seen about soon,” he said tilting his shoulder inward to avoid bumping into her as he passed by.
    His long stride through the parking lot caused Regan to double-step to keep up.  “Can you slow down, please?  I had my workout this morning,” she said puffing.
    He squeezed his hand tighter on her waist.  “Is she following us?”
    “She’ll need roller skates as fast as you’re walking.”
    He laughed slowing to a comfortable walking pace.  “Nah, she would whip out her broom and hop on that.”
    “I owe you an apology.”
    “Why are you apologizing now?”
    “You accused me of assuming you caused your divorce.  I had.  God as my witness, I now understand why you have anger lacing your aura.”
    “It takes two to ruin a marriage.  I won’t blame it entirely on Maggie.”
    “That is only true half of the time.”  Not expounding on the comment, Regan removed car keys from the pocket of her shorts.  “Well, the coast is clear of your ex-wife, and my car is parked on the other side of the gym.  It was nice bumping into you, Orlando.  Of course, I’m not including the bump that knocked you down the steps.”
    He took hold of her elbow.  “Wait, you aren’t leaving are you?”
    “Um, yes.  We pissed off the ex and now I’m going on about my day,” she said figuring their scheme was over; apparently, he had other ideas.
    “What about breakfast?  You’re gonna blow me off just like that?”  He had a way of positioning his eyes to hold a pleading look that women found hard to resist back in the day.  He hoped he still had it.
    “Orlando, I don’t expect you to take me to breakfast for fooling your ex-wife.”
    “I’m not doing that.  It would be my pleasure to take you to breakfast as a friend.”
    She jingled the car keys in her hand contemplating.  “Okay.  I’d be delighted to have breakfast with my new friend.”
    They were standing behind his car in the smoldering heat.  He hit the chirp to unlock the metallic cherry-red Mustang with the custom-made drop top.  “Cool.  We’ll leave your car here and take mine—if that is okay with you?”
    “Long as I get it before they lock the gates,” she said moving to the passenger’s side door.
    He opened the door letting the heat escape the car’s interior.  Regan had scored mega points with him.  Her ability to shut Maggie’s trap proved she could handle his ex-wife if he chose to pursue her.
    He trotted