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âI want him.â
A pink fingernail pointed at Boyd Calloway, and he stopped mid-stride. He scowled at the tall, curvaceous brunette at the front of the meeting room, her sapphire blue eyes focused on him.
âOh, yeah. I really want him.â
An unexpected and unwelcomed zing of sexual awareness fried a few of his brain cells, the timing of which did not make him happy.
Late for the mandatory meeting the station captain called first thing this morning, Boyd had tried to sneak in without being noticed. The strange woman certainly shot his efforts all to hell with her sexy remarks.
Dammit, his tardiness couldnât be helped. Heâd been on the phone with his aunt Jinny, who took care of his son while Boyd worked. Matt was headed for another asthma attack; the familiar signs were there.
Boyd grabbed the last empty chair and rubbed fingers across his forehead where a headache brewed. Hopefully, Aunt Jinny could get Matt a pediatricianâs appointment today or tomorrow, which would mean another day of missed school. This wasnât the best way to start first grade.
The very last thing Boyd wanted to go through right now was some kind of fluff meeting. No matter how attractive the person holding the gathering wasâand she was a stunning beauty.
Pink stilettos clicked a staccato beat on the tile floor of Fire and Marine Rescue Unit Thirty-two as the woman with the silky voice and slim pink skirt strutted to the table where she tapped a notepad with a pen, making a few notations. She swiveled and pointed at Boyd with her pen. âIâll want him twice.â
âHey, Tiny hit the jackpot!â Wolf slouched farther in his chair, hands clasped at his crotch, and grinned like a fool, which seemed his normal state these days. Heâd just found out last week his wife Becca was pregnant. Theyâd evidently been trying for over two years. Dan Wolford, known as Wolf at the station, was over-the-moon happy.
âTiny, which part of you is she gonna work on first? âCause she can have all of this anytime she wants.â Darryl Weir, their newest man, chimed in, moving the edges of his open hands down his torso. âBelieve me, Iâm the best here in the station,â he declared, making inappropriate kissing noises.
Still trying to find his place within the top-notch crew, the young fellow was too mouthy for Boydâs liking. Darryl hadnât been baptized with a nickname yet and since the kid had Boydâs hackles up, he figured heâd do the honors.
âWell, now, Kissy Boy, whatever part she wants.â
The rest of the team hooted and hollered the new firemanâs nickname before Captain Steele barked a stern command to âmind their manners and shut the hell up.â
She aimed her cornflower blue eyes at Boyd. âSo, your co-workers call you Tiny? Why? Because youâre so tall and muscular? What are you, six-seven?â