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"You're going to be the envy of every woman in
town," Mrs. Taft said.
    "What do you mean?" Rachel asked as she gave
the landlady a check for the first and last month's rent.
    "You have the most desirable view in
Huntsville."
    "Really?" The only thing Rachel could see out
the window was an ugly building with a bright red garage door. "What's so
special about that place?"
    "It's the fire department."
    Rachel stifled a groan. She imagined the sleepless
nights that lay ahead when the fire engines roared down the street with their
sirens blaring. No wonder the rent was so cheap here.
    "I know what you're thinking," Mrs. Taft said,
"but you don't have to worry. Huntsville doesn't have very many fires. You
won't even know the station is there."
    Rachel was doubtful. "So what's to envy about a
view of the firehouse?"
    "Tuesday afternoons," Mrs. Taft said with an
enigmatic smile.
    "I beg your pardon?"
    "Just wait and see," Mrs. Taft said as she
gathered up her purse and hurried out the door.
    Great, I've got a kook for a landlady , Rachel
thought, and started unpacking her moving boxes.
    Two days later—when she'd forgotten about Mrs. Taft's
nutty proclamation—Rachel heard the sound of loud voices and raucous male
laughter from outside. She went to the living room window and peeked around the
curtain.
    A pumper truck was parked in the driveway across the
street. Half a dozen firefighters were gathered around, armed with buckets and
sponges.
    Rachel's breath hitched in her throat.
    In the heat of the afternoon, the men had stripped out
of their white t-shirts. A gorgeous sea of half-naked bodies glistened with
sweat as they washed their vehicle.
    One man in particular caught her attention. His chest
was broad, his jaw was square. He looked more like a rugged wilderness
adventurer than a small town firefighter. As he worked his soapy sponge across
the truck, a lock of his dark hair swayed back and forth on his forehead.
    Rachel was mesmerized. She wanted nothing more than to
run her fingernails down his chiseled pecs; to press her lips against the hard
ridges of his belly; to tug his tight, form-fitting trousers down his hips so
she could—
    A knock at the front door brought her back to her
senses.
    "W-who is it?"
    "Mrs. Taft, dear."
    Rachel took a deep breath and tried to compose herself.
"I'll be right there," she said.
    The landlady breezed into the house and raised a curious
eyebrow. "Are you feeling okay, honey? You look a little flushed."
Her gaze wandered to the window where the curtain hung askew. A knowing smile
spread across her face. "I see you've discovered Sexy Tuesdays."
    Rachel blushed. "Do they wash their truck every week?"
    "Like clockwork. Have you picked your favorite
firefighter yet?"
    Rachel twisted her toe into the carpet and shook her
head.
    "C'mon, dear, don't be shy." She gave Rachel a
gentle nudge in the ribs. "Personally, I've got a sweet spot for Hank.
He's a little chunkier than the other boys, but I'd give anything to be wrapped
in those big strong arms of his."
    Rachel confessed that she had a crush on the gorgeous
man with the jet-black hair. She also took a fancy to the tall blond who
sported the physique of a Norse warrior.
    "Those two are eye-candy all right," Mrs. Taft
agreed with a dreamy sigh. "Sadly, my dear, you've pinned your hopes to
the wrong pair."
    Rachel frowned. "Please don't tell me they have
girlfriends or wives."
    "If that was the case, you'd have a fighting
chance."
    "What do you mean?"
    Mrs. Taft's voice dropped to a whisper. "The talk
around town is that Tony and Sven only have eyes for each other. Although, no
one's ever confirmed that rumor for certain."
    Rachel's heart sank.
    "Personally, it doesn't bother me in the least.
Sometimes, when I'm feeling saucy, I like to picture Tony and Sven together ... doing it." She closed her eyes and gave a little shiver.
"There's nothing hotter than two powerful men tussling with each other
like a pair of wild animals. Sometimes I like to