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Authors: Cathryn Fox
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face them.”
Trent knew the real reason she was working late. But he’d promised her he wouldn’t say anything to anyone so he didn’t.
“Why don’t ya just do a walk by,” Errol said, and Trent didn’t miss the glint in his eye. “Make an ole fella feel better.”
“I’ll cover for you,” Adam said. “Just keep your cell on. I’ll call if we need you.”
Trent couldn’t help but think the two were up to something. It all seemed a little fishy, but he also couldn’t help thinking how much he’d like to see Katy again, even if only through the restaurant window.
Errol laid out his cards and gathered the loot—which consisted of a handful of old candy bars left over from last year’s Halloween—from the center of the table. “Take the back way. Deputy Veinotte blocked the path off and paparazzi have to keep to the main streets.”
Trent made a quick trip to the men’s room, jumped in the shower and changed his clothes before making his way to the Seafarer. When he stepped outside, the warm, muggy air closed over him. The sound of the camera crew speaking on the street carried in the still night.
Trent slipped around back and cut through the rose bushes lining the walking path. A few minutes later he came upon the back entrance of the Seafarer. He climbed the stairs leading up to the service entrance.
Trent leaned against the rail as the sight of Katy in the window had his pulse leaping. Fully focused and concentrating on her menu, she hadn’t noticed him through the pane. He stood on the back deck and watched her, loving everything about her, especially the way she moved with such innocent sensuality. She’d changed out of her work uniform and now wore a light T-shirt and curve-hugging jeans that had his hands itching and his mouth watering.
When she disappeared into the other room, he moved toward the stairs, not about to disturb her when she was so clearly focused on her work, and that’s when his cell went off. Shit. He must be needed at the firehouse. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, “Yeah?”
“Fire, Seafarer, hu rr y…”
The second he slammed his phone shut, the smell of smoke reached his nostrils. He spun in time to see orange flames licking the sky. His feet pounded hard and the sound echoed in the night as he ran down the stairs and took note of the trash-can fire near the recycle bins. He shot a glance around and found the hose beneath the stairs. He turned it on and dashed along the gravel path to the fire. As he doused the flames, he couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was going on. It was the second trash fire in as many nights.
A sound at his back had him turning and he spotted Katy rushing toward him. Eyes wide and mouth open in shock, she stared at him. Her glance went from him, to the trash can, back to him again. “Trent,” she said. “What’s going on? What are you doing here?”
“Just putting out another one of your trash can fires,” he informed her.
She frowned and shook her head, perplexed. “Haven’t we already done this?”
“Yeah, talk about déjà vu .”
She gestured toward his hose. “At least this time you didn’t soak me.”
He arched a brow and lifted it. “It’s not too late.”
Her soft chuckle teased his nerves and has his cock thickening. He studied her mussed hair, flushed cheeks and big blue eyes. He took a measured step toward her, until his body hovered over hers. “Why do I get the feeling that you’re the one starting the fires, Katy?” He tapped the cell in the front pocket of his jeans. “That you’re the one making the calls.”
She planted her hand on her hip and shot back, “Now why would I do that?”
Trent curled a lock of her dark hair around his finger and watched the desire flicker over her eyes. As their gazes collided, Trent knew she felt the bond between them every bit as much as he did. It was a connection he’d never felt with another, and suspected he never would. “Oh, I don’t know.
Trent knew the real reason she was working late. But he’d promised her he wouldn’t say anything to anyone so he didn’t.
“Why don’t ya just do a walk by,” Errol said, and Trent didn’t miss the glint in his eye. “Make an ole fella feel better.”
“I’ll cover for you,” Adam said. “Just keep your cell on. I’ll call if we need you.”
Trent couldn’t help but think the two were up to something. It all seemed a little fishy, but he also couldn’t help thinking how much he’d like to see Katy again, even if only through the restaurant window.
Errol laid out his cards and gathered the loot—which consisted of a handful of old candy bars left over from last year’s Halloween—from the center of the table. “Take the back way. Deputy Veinotte blocked the path off and paparazzi have to keep to the main streets.”
Trent made a quick trip to the men’s room, jumped in the shower and changed his clothes before making his way to the Seafarer. When he stepped outside, the warm, muggy air closed over him. The sound of the camera crew speaking on the street carried in the still night.
Trent slipped around back and cut through the rose bushes lining the walking path. A few minutes later he came upon the back entrance of the Seafarer. He climbed the stairs leading up to the service entrance.
Trent leaned against the rail as the sight of Katy in the window had his pulse leaping. Fully focused and concentrating on her menu, she hadn’t noticed him through the pane. He stood on the back deck and watched her, loving everything about her, especially the way she moved with such innocent sensuality. She’d changed out of her work uniform and now wore a light T-shirt and curve-hugging jeans that had his hands itching and his mouth watering.
When she disappeared into the other room, he moved toward the stairs, not about to disturb her when she was so clearly focused on her work, and that’s when his cell went off. Shit. He must be needed at the firehouse. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, “Yeah?”
“Fire, Seafarer, hu rr y…”
The second he slammed his phone shut, the smell of smoke reached his nostrils. He spun in time to see orange flames licking the sky. His feet pounded hard and the sound echoed in the night as he ran down the stairs and took note of the trash-can fire near the recycle bins. He shot a glance around and found the hose beneath the stairs. He turned it on and dashed along the gravel path to the fire. As he doused the flames, he couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was going on. It was the second trash fire in as many nights.
A sound at his back had him turning and he spotted Katy rushing toward him. Eyes wide and mouth open in shock, she stared at him. Her glance went from him, to the trash can, back to him again. “Trent,” she said. “What’s going on? What are you doing here?”
“Just putting out another one of your trash can fires,” he informed her.
She frowned and shook her head, perplexed. “Haven’t we already done this?”
“Yeah, talk about déjà vu .”
She gestured toward his hose. “At least this time you didn’t soak me.”
He arched a brow and lifted it. “It’s not too late.”
Her soft chuckle teased his nerves and has his cock thickening. He studied her mussed hair, flushed cheeks and big blue eyes. He took a measured step toward her, until his body hovered over hers. “Why do I get the feeling that you’re the one starting the fires, Katy?” He tapped the cell in the front pocket of his jeans. “That you’re the one making the calls.”
She planted her hand on her hip and shot back, “Now why would I do that?”
Trent curled a lock of her dark hair around his finger and watched the desire flicker over her eyes. As their gazes collided, Trent knew she felt the bond between them every bit as much as he did. It was a connection he’d never felt with another, and suspected he never would. “Oh, I don’t know.
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