Hot Nights in Savannah (Hot Summer Series) Read Free

thing to do but
she wanted to buy some clothes from the famous Downtown Savannah Designer
shops.  After three shops, Stephanie ended up buying a mint green blouse and
cream color shorts that would accent her long tanned legs. 
    Carrying her bag, and
making her way down Broughton Street, Stephanie noticed that she was
approaching a fire station.  She could tell that the front bay doors were open
by the way the lights pooled into the street.  There was something about TV
fire fighters that was sexy.  Of course they only played the role of a fire
fighter.  The kind men that volunteered at her local fire station were in their
mid to late forties and most had a spare tire around the waist.  They often
came to her school and did fire safety programs for the students. 
    Just before she reached
the first bay of the station, the heel of her sandal got caught in the metal
slats that were put down for water drainage.  She had really done it this time.
    “Damn,” mumbled
Stephanie as she tried to free her heel without breaking it. 
    “Let me help you with
that,” a very masculine voice from the first bay sliced through the silence.
      When Stephanie looked
up, she immediately recognized the blue eyed Alfa male from the beach.  He was
wearing a very tight white tee shirt and those low rise sexy fire fighter pants
with the suspenders over his broad shoulders. 
    She froze like a deer
in head lights as he walked closer to her.  He was walking closer to the dim
lit street where she was stuck and out of range of the station’s lights pooling
onto the sidewalk. 

Chapter 6
    Tourists did this all
the time walking on this street.  The medal slats on the pavement were wide
enough in the center to not get women’s high heels caught but the edges around
the pavement were narrow and sometimes an unsuspecting female would place her
high heeled foot down and the pointy spike would wedge itself between the slats. 
    It was only funny if it
was a group of females celebrating a special event or occasion and they had
been to many bars before crossing this path.  Most of the time it was somewhat
annoying because it happened so often. 
    He couldn’t make out
the face of this particular female but her white dress stood out against the
bright moon.  He could see she had a great body with very nice curves.  And a
slight potty mouth with those curves.
    “Shit, I can’t believe
this” came a sexy feminine voice from the dark.
    He approached her and
quickly bent down to release her heel from the slat.  Gently wrapping his
fingers around her slender calf, he noticed that she must either run or exercise
regularly.
    “Could you step out of
your sandal and maybe I can get a better grip on it?”
    Stephanie stepped out
of her right shoe and balanced on her left foot without saying a word.  She was
speechless except for that last little outburst that she still couldn’t believe
she’d spoken out loud. 
    “There, got it” Brain
said as he placed her sandal on the pavement near her right foot.
    He rose up from his
knelt position and came face to face with the beautiful brunette he saw at the
beach.  A slow smile curved his lips.
    “Didn’t I see you today
down at Tybee Beach?” 
    Finally finding her
voice, Stephanie responded.  “Yes you did.  I believe you were tossing a
football.”
    That was a start. She
noticed him enough to recognize and take note of what he was doing.  Good
sign he thought.
    “Yep I was.  You can
put your sandal back on,” he said glancing down at her bare right foot.
    “Right, and thanks for
saving my sandal.  I would have walked the rest of the way with only one shoe,”
Stephanie laughed nervously.  She stepped easily back into her freed sandal.
    “Do you mind if I ask
where you are walking to?” Brian asked cautiously.
    “I’m staying at the West
Bay Bed and Breakfast ,” she slowly responded.
    “By the way, my name is
Brian.”
    “Mine’s Stephanie.” 
She felt like she was