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bigger as she grabbed both of his hands, lacing her fingers between his. “I’m glad I slaved in my hot kitchen for three hours to bake for y’all.” They both let out a laugh, knowing her thanking the company wasn’t really the genuine reason she morphed into Martha Stewart for the afternoon with her best friend.
    “Have I ever told you how sexy it is when you say the word y’all?” He laughed, taking her lips once more. She moved in, placing both of her hands against his warm chest before backing away and laying her head over his heart.
    “As much as I want to hide in this closest, or whatever the hell this is all night, we left my slutty best friend out there with an ass ton of firemen. I’m worried.” They both erupted in laughter while heading for the locker room door.
    “You really are worried about her, huh?” Avery questioned as they turned the corner to see Becca and Tom making out against the back of the fire truck on the other side of the door. His hand snaked up her shirt while hers was clearly planted on his crotch. Emily turned to Avery with a grin on her face, nodding toward the oblivious couple.
    “See!” Emily mouthed while eyeing Avery and flailing her arms in the air. Just then Avery cleared his throat, disrupting their passionate moment. Both turned around with shock on their face until they noticed it was only Emily and Avery. With a relieved sigh, they fell apart with laughter.
    “Did I call this or what?” Emily spoke while staring at Becca, waiting for some kind of explanation. Her friend’s face was red with embarrassment, or was that just from the heavy petting she was caught indulging in?
    “I have nothing to say for myself. Well, maybe two words. Hot. Fireman.” She laughed as she turned for the front door. It wasn’t until Tom noticed she was walking away that he turned on his heels and started chasing her.
    “Can I at least get your number?” he asked, running after her.

Chapter Five

    Back to Work?

    It had been two days since Emily spent several heated moments in a firehouse locker room with Avery, and she couldn’t get him out of her mind. Two nights in a row she’d dreamt about their meeting. But instead of them parting and going their own ways, he took her right there against the lockers. Both mornings she’d woke up and pleasured herself in the shower, just as she had after their first date.
    The more thought she put into it, the more she just wanted to throw any reservations she had to the wind and screw the hell out of Avery the next time she saw him. It was nice to think about, but she would never act on it.
    Their text messaging conversations had remained constant over the past two days. Any time Avery wasn’t on the fire truck, or actually working, he was texting her. She loved every minute of the attention. Because in reality, she was bored out of her mind. She wasn’t going back to work anytime soon, because her memory loss had continued to mess with her career. After talking for hours with her older sister Amelia, she was contemplating sending in a letter of resignation. Continuing to work there just didn’t seem right, and after watching her life flash before her eyes, she was desperate to move into a field she genuinely enjoyed. She just hadn’t decided what exactly that field would be yet.
    Tonight Avery would be picking her up for their second official date. They planned on dining at a small restaurant on the water, only a mile from the house she grew up in. The same house which still sat empty and neglected. Because in her selfishness, she couldn’t bear to enter it, live in it nor put her childhood home on the market. She sighed and slumped onto the living room sofa, deciding it was time to head out and pick up a new dress for her date, anything to push the thoughts of her dead parents from her mind. She would have to deal with it all soon enough, but today just wasn’t going to be that day.
    Sliding on her purple jelly flip-flops and grabbing