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imagine Hank getting in on the
action too."
    Rachel coughed loudly when Mrs. Taft began to sway back
and forth and moan.
    The landlady's eyes snapped open. "But look at me,
prattling on. I almost forgot why I came over here in the first place."
She reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of red wine. "I brought
you a house warming gift, dear."
    "That's so kind of you. Can I offer you a
glass?"
    The two women peeked around the curtain and sipped
Merlot while they exchanged naughty observations about the firefighters.
    "You should go over and introduce yourself," Mrs.
Taft insisted.
    "I look like a total mess. I've been unpacking
boxes all day."
    "You look lovely, dear. Those boys would give
anything to have a pretty neighbor pay them a visit."
    When Rachel continued to resist, Mrs. Taft grabbed the
bottle of wine and filled the girl's glass to the brim. "Have another shot
of courage and get out there. Help an old woman live vicariously through your
adventures."
    Rachel hadn't eaten anything all afternoon, so the drink
went to her head faster than expected. Mrs. Taft's coaxing was relentless.
Before Rachel realized what was happening, she found herself stumbling out the
front door and across the street.
    The summer air was thick with the smell of auto body wax
and the musky aroma of sweaty men. Rachel felt unnaturally warm. Fear, desire
and embarrassment churned inside her. The tiny bit of confidence she'd mustered
in her living room diminished with each step she took towards the firehouse.
    One by one, the men noticed her standing like a startled
fawn on their driveway. Tony was the last to see her. As his grey eyes met
hers, Rachel was unprepared for how handsome he looked up close.
    "Hello," he said.
    She opened her mouth to reply. A gulp was the only sound
to come out.
    "May I help you with something?" he asked.
    Soapy suds trickled down the swell of his bicep. Rachel
longed to reach out and wipe him clean so she could caress those sleek muscles.
    "Excuse me, Miss," he said. "Do you speak
English?"
    "H-hello," was the only word she could muster
before her mind went totally blank. A surge of panic rose in the back of her
throat. The fight-or-flight instinct kicked in. Turning on her heel, she
sprinted back to her house, leaving six confused firefighters in her wake.
    "I'm such an idiot!" she cried as she threw
herself onto the couch. "They probably think I’m a mental patient who
escaped from the institution!"
    "Stop being so hard on yourself, dear," Mrs.
Taft said in a soothing voice. "Everyone gets a case of the nerves once in
a while. Get back on that horse and give it another try."
    Rachel sat up. "What! You think I should go over
there again? After I made a fool of myself?"
    Mrs. Taft nodded. "Make up an excuse that you left
your stove on, and that's why you hurried away so abruptly. I'm sure they'll
understand."
    Rachel had no intention of returning. But even if she
did, it was too late. The fire truck was backed into the garage, and Sexy
Tuesday came to an end.
    When the landlady left, Rachel reached for the wine.
Three glasses later, the room began to spin. But so did the wheels in her head.
    Perhaps Mrs. Taft is right, she thought . If I
don’t go over and make a proper introduction, Tony and the others will write me
off as a total weirdo.
    The more she drank, the more it seemed like a good idea.
This time she vowed to be more prepared. She'd bring the men some of her
special cupcakes to help break the ice. Wasn't that the best way to win a man's
affections? Through his stomach?
    Her preparations were rather sloppy because she'd never
baked while drunk before. But the first batch of treats came out perfectly. She
slid the second tray into the oven to cook, and went upstairs to run a bath. If
she was going to return to the firehouse tonight, she needed to make herself
look more presentable.
    As she waited for the tub to fill, her thoughts were
filled with images of Tony's sensuous lips, his powerful shoulders,