lines bracketing his sensuous mouth. In that brief moment when their gazes collided, they shared a heated exchange, one that could undoubtedly set the crowded establishment ablaze.
It occurred to Sara that she wasn’t the only woman in the bar taken by his edgy sexuality. She twisted sideways, noting the way the other women in the room watched him, their body language indicating they’d like a tour of his station, with up- close and personal instructions on how he handled his hose.
Just then, Cassie Williams, the beautiful bride-to-be, the same woman who was responsible for Sara’s unexpected trip to Chicago, stepped up to the table. Sara welcomed the distraction and shifted in the chair to face her.
Sara had been best friends with Cassie since kindergarten, which was why she, along with her other best friends, Jenna Powers and Megan Wagner, had dropped everything and hopped on the first plane to Chicago. Nothing short of a category-five catastrophe would keep them all from attending Cassie’s nuptial exchange with sexy firefighter Nick Cameron.
With Sara’s body still feeling the effects of Mitch’s lusty gaze, she focused fully on Cassie.
“Pretty cute, isn’t he?” Cassie asked with a knowing look on her face as she gestured toward Mitch with a nod.
“What? Who?” Sara asked, feigning innocence.
Ignoring her question, Cassie sat down and shimmied closer. She tapped Sara’s nose. “Watch out for him, Sara. He’s not like the nice boys you know from back home.” Cassie remained quiet for a moment, while Sara mulled over that warning. A moment later, Cassie pitched her voice lower and added, “Mitch Adams is…dangerous.”
“Dangerous?” Sara asked, her pulse racing a little faster, her internal temperature rising a little higher.
“Yeah, dangerous. A guy like that can capture your heart without even trying. And since I know you’re a girl who wants commitment and doesn’t want her heart broken, I suggest if you start anything with him, you go into it with your eyes wide open.”
Eyes wide-open…legs wide-open. Oh, the possibilities.
“I’ve known Mitch long enough to know he’s a no strings playboy, a woman’s fantasy. It’s the way he likes it.”
Playboy. Fantasy. No strings. Sara wasn’t seeing a downside here.
Cassie angled her head. “When you meet the right guy, you’ll know it.”
Sara shrugged one shoulder. “Maybe I’m not looking for the right guy.” Honestly, she’d love to find Mr. Right and settle down. Not that she expected to find her “knight in shining armor” in a bad ass like Mitch. What she expected to find with him was a bad boy who was also so very, very good.
“He’s a great guy to have fun with, but don’t expect more, Cassie said. “I just don’t want to see you hurt.”
Sara worked to tamp down her desire and keep her voice even. Trying for casual she toyed with her straw and said, “How could he possibly hurt me? I’m here on a two-week vacation.” She dragged her finger around the perimeter of her glass and continued, “From work and from reality.” It suddenly occurred to her that a break from reality, along with a red hot fling with a “ dangerous ,” drop-dead-gorgeous firefighter, was just the thing she needed. What was that old vacation motto? What happened in Vegas stayed in Vegas. Surely that could apply to Chicago, too. Why couldn’t she have a wild, no-strings-attached affair and live out a few firefighter fantasies of her own? At least then she’d have something to warm her thoughts when she returned home to Iowa, to her mundane fluff job as reporter for Trenton’s small-time gazette.
The thoughts of going back to that office only to write another cow-tipping story made her shiver. Her dream job was to write sexy features for Entice , a young, hip, Chicago-based magazine for today’s strong, sexually empowered women. The trick was