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his perfect
six-pack.
    The moment she climbed into the steamy water, her
fingers began to wander. She imagined it was his hands trailing across
her breasts. His hands vanishing between her thighs to seek out the soft
folds of her sex.
    Rachel took a big slurp of wine and rested the glass on
the edge of the tub. Closing her eyes, she leaned back and let out a soft moan
as she surrendered to her fluttering caresses.
    *
    A splintering crash filled the air. Rachel jerked
upright. Her head was woozy with wine. Her thoughts were muddled.
    Was she dreaming? She had to be. A fireman was
standing above her, brandishing an axe. The bathroom door hung off its hinges
behind him.
    She recognized Tony at once, even though an oxygen mask
covered his face. Those piercing grey eyes were unmistakable.
    His words were muffled and indistinct. He put down his
axe and scooped her out of the tub, cradling her naked, dripping body in his
arms.
    This sure is a vivid dream , Rachel thought. But
I'm loving it!
    She clutched his neck and snuggled closer.
    Tony was running now—out of the bathroom and down the
hall. Thick clouds of smoke were everywhere. Something foul was burning, and
Rachel began to cough. Tony gripped her tighter as he headed for the stairs.
    They burst through the front door and into the yard. In
the driveway sat the freshly washed pumper truck with all its lights flashing.
An ambulance was parked at the curb.
    The fresh air brought Rachel back to her senses with
surprising speed.
    Oh my God, this isn't a dream! I'm really outside! And
I'm stark naked! What's happening?
    Tony placed her on a stretcher inside the ambulance. He
tore off his helmet and mask. His hair tumbled across his forehead. There was
no time for Rachel to dwell on how sexy he looked—she had to stop him from
seeing her undressed!
    She tried to cover her crotch and breasts, but Tony
pulled her arms away and began a hurried examination of her body. "Where
are you hurt?" he barked.
    "Let me go!" she cried. The words were thick
and mealy in her mouth. It was useless to struggle against the firefighter. His
grip was too powerful.
    "Where did you cut yourself?" he said.
"You're bleeding all over."
    "I'm what?" Rachel was thoroughly confused.
She didn't feel injured, but when she glanced down at her body she gasped in
shock. Her torso was streaked with rivulets of red. It only took her a second
to realize what had happened. "The Merlot!"
    Now it was Tony's turn to look confused. He grabbed a
handful of gauze and mopped her breasts. When he lifted the material to his
nose, a look of relief washed over his face.
    "I must have spilled my glass in the tub,"
Rachel explained. "Now will you please give me something so I can cover
myself!"
    Before Tony could find her a blanket, Sven appeared at
the door of the ambulance. "We found the culprit," he said, holding a
charred object in his gloved hand. "A bunch of these were burning in the
oven."
    "Oh, no!" Rachel groaned. "The
cupcakes!" She had forgotten about the second batch when she'd drunkenly fallen
asleep in the bath. She hadn't heard the kitchen timer go off.
    I'm such an idiot!
    "One of the neighbors saw smoke coming from your
window," Sven said. "Lucky for you, these were the only things to
catch fire." He tossed the carbonized cupcake up and down like a black
baseball.
    Tony wrapped Rachel in a white sheet and escorted her
back to the house. A blower had been left in the kitchen to help clear out the
remaining smoke.
    "Will you be all right tonight," he asked.
    She nodded and stood awkwardly in front of him, very
much aware that the generous curves of her damp body were clinging to the
sheet. "I really made a mess of things today, didn't I," she said.
    "It could've been worse," Tony replied. He put
his hands on her shoulders and fixed her with his gorgeous eyes. "Will you
promise me something?"
    "Anything," she said in a breathless whisper.
    "Never drink and bake again." He gave her a
saucy wink before turning back to