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launch her career at Entice .
    She looked up in time to see Mitch slip out the door.  The scrumptious sight of his tight backside made her shiver with longing.  She drew a centering breath, and worked to push back the rising lust. 
    As her fingers toyed with the edge of the card, her mind filled with wild and wicked ideas.  Naturally, like any good reporter, she’d have to do a little investigative research of her own before she wrote the article.  And in the process, she planned on exploring a few firefighter fantasies along the way. 
     
    * * *
     
    “I’m out.”  With a disgruntled huff, Mitch tossed his cards onto the table and pressed his palms to his eyes.  Jesus, he’d never felt so antsy or so on edge before.  Here it was, hours since he’d last set eyes on Sara Jack, yet he still couldn’t shake his goddamn arousal. 
    His mind wandered, envisioning what it would be like to lose himself in those gorgeous mocha eyes of hers. To run his fingers through her silken auburn curls and caress her curvy body until she gave herself over to him, completely, his to do with as he pleased. 
    There was a wholesomeness about her, a fresh girl-next-door look that really got under his skin and warmed his blood faster than a quick shot of Scotch.  It surprised him, really.  With her good-girl features and curvaceous body, Sara was the antithesis of the hip, polished urban women he normally dated. 
    But, with just one smoldering look, Sara could set a fire to his libido - a fire that if left unattended, would likely rage out of control and reach dangerous proportions.
    Naturally he had no intention of leaving said fire unattended.  As a firefighter, it was his duty to tamp down every blaze, even if it meant taking matters into his own hands.  Nostrils flaring, he clenched and unclenched his fingers at the mere thought of doing so. 
    Although he’d been duly warned to stay away from Sara, she’d been invading his dreams as well as his every waking thought for the last few days.  Christ, he’d never met a sexier woman.  And the way she looked at him with dark, passionate desire smoldering in her eyes had his cock swelling to the point of pain.
    “What’s the matter?  Can’t take the heat?” Dean Beckman taunted, laying his cards out to reveal three jacks.  “Or is Shelly at it again?”  He nodded toward the private phone kept near their sleeping quarters.
    “She called here earlier,” Brady Wade piped in before he, too, tossed his cards down.  He then bent to pat Jag, his chocolate Labrador retriever.  Since Brady had a love of labs, station 419 was the only one around without the requisite dalmatian. 
    Mitch cursed under his breath and rocked his chair back on two legs.  Shelly, his ex girlfriend of over a year now, had never failed to call on the heels of a bad breakup.  The woman went through men faster than their trucks went through water. 
    “She sounded upset, like she’d been crying.  I guess she’s looking for a strong shoulder to latch on to,” Dean said.
    “That’s one way to put it,” Mitch replied.  They all knew it wasn’t his shoulder she was looking to latch on to and he certainly had no intention of being her bedmate between guys. 
    A while back, he’d thought that he loved her and that she actually cared about him.  But he quickly learned that like every other woman he’d been with, she merely wanted the fantasy.  It was his dangerous, heroic job that attracted women, not the man beneath the uniform, a man who worked long hours and was away from home frequently.  Since his last break up, he’d finally learned to shut down emotionally, giving himself physically while keeping a cool, hardened exterior. 
    At the sudden thought of giving himself physically, his mind raced to Sara.  She wanted the fantasy with him, he could tell.  One night of hot lust while on vacation.  He’d seen it in her eyes, read it in her every gesture. 
    Although Mitch was more than