heart. Would the day ever come when someone looked at her like that?
As they walked to the table, Sara listened to Megan mumble something about Lucien Beaufort under her breath, then grinning from ear to ear, she turned to Cassie. “Have I told you how much I love you?”
Cassie arched one brow, her mouth turning up at the corners. “I think you’re about to love me even more.”
“That’s not possible,” Megan said, arms folded, face adamant.
“Lucien will be a guest at the wedding. It should give you plenty of time to chat with him.”
Megan practically shrieked and threw her arms around Cassie. “Okay, you win. I do love you more.”
As they approached the table, Sara spotted Dean Beckman and Brady Wade already seated, looking so darn handsome and proper in their tailored suits. Her pulse leapt and her stomach tightened as her mind conjured the image of Mitch all decked out in his finest attire.
Sara moved around the table, searching for her place card. After seating herself, she peeked at the card beside her. Her body fairly vibrated when she read Mitch’s name. She quickly panned the restaurant, but he was nowhere to be found. Impatience mingled with nervousness as she mentally indulged in all the sexy things she had planned for him later that night.
She glanced around the table, taking stock. Dean was seated beside Jenna, and Brady was placed next to Megan. By the looks on her friends’ faces she’d say both seemed rather happy with the arrangement.
Who could blame them? Really, the guys were gorgeous. Every woman’s fantasy. But they were no Mitch Adams.
Trying for casual, she asked, “Where’s Mitch?”
Cassie piped up, but before she could answer, she heard Mitch’s deep, sensuous voice. His seductive cadence bombarded her body with rich, evocative sensations. She shuddered and warmed all over as his intoxicating, familiar scent teased and tormented her libido.
With casual confidence, he pulled his chair out and sat beside her. Heat and strength radiated off him and seeped under her skin.
Desire thrummed through her veins when she took a moment to peruse him. He looked like sin and seduction all rolled into one. Seeing him all heroic and sexy in his firefighter suit was one thing, but seeing him in formal wear made her breath catch and her heart turn over.
“Hey, I heard my name. Is someone talking about me?” He glanced at Sara and his simmering blue eyes flitted across her body with intimate recognition. Sara acknowledged the flare of desire inside her, and for a moment, she wondered if Mitch could see the telltale hardening of her nipples.
Mitch gifted her with a sexy wink, his eyes full of teasing warmth. “Don’t believe a thing these guys tell you, Sara,” he said, grinning like the devil himself. “I was not responsible for losing that twenty-pound trout on our last fishing trip, no matter what they say. It was Dean’s fault. He couldn’t keep the damn boat steady. He was lurching all over the place like a drunken sailor.”
The guys all laughed and threw around words like “baby,” “boat,” “lurched,” “my ass,” and “slippery fingers.” Sara grinned, loving the camaraderie among the men. It occurred to her that the firefighters from Station 419 formed a brotherhood. Men who worked together, played together, and trusted one another with their lives. She was in awe of them, really.
After goading them on, Mitch chuckled and told them all where they could go, giving specific directions and offering a map should they need it. Sara laughed with him, marveling at his playful side and the way his deep, sensuous laughter warmed her blood and curled her toes.
When the laughing settled down, and pleasantries had been exchanged, all eyes turned to the menu and a few people began to talk among themselves.
Sara felt Mitch’s hand close over hers under the linen tablecloth. He gave a tender squeeze—a small affectionate gesture that touched her down deep and created
As they walked to the table, Sara listened to Megan mumble something about Lucien Beaufort under her breath, then grinning from ear to ear, she turned to Cassie. “Have I told you how much I love you?”
Cassie arched one brow, her mouth turning up at the corners. “I think you’re about to love me even more.”
“That’s not possible,” Megan said, arms folded, face adamant.
“Lucien will be a guest at the wedding. It should give you plenty of time to chat with him.”
Megan practically shrieked and threw her arms around Cassie. “Okay, you win. I do love you more.”
As they approached the table, Sara spotted Dean Beckman and Brady Wade already seated, looking so darn handsome and proper in their tailored suits. Her pulse leapt and her stomach tightened as her mind conjured the image of Mitch all decked out in his finest attire.
Sara moved around the table, searching for her place card. After seating herself, she peeked at the card beside her. Her body fairly vibrated when she read Mitch’s name. She quickly panned the restaurant, but he was nowhere to be found. Impatience mingled with nervousness as she mentally indulged in all the sexy things she had planned for him later that night.
She glanced around the table, taking stock. Dean was seated beside Jenna, and Brady was placed next to Megan. By the looks on her friends’ faces she’d say both seemed rather happy with the arrangement.
Who could blame them? Really, the guys were gorgeous. Every woman’s fantasy. But they were no Mitch Adams.
Trying for casual, she asked, “Where’s Mitch?”
Cassie piped up, but before she could answer, she heard Mitch’s deep, sensuous voice. His seductive cadence bombarded her body with rich, evocative sensations. She shuddered and warmed all over as his intoxicating, familiar scent teased and tormented her libido.
With casual confidence, he pulled his chair out and sat beside her. Heat and strength radiated off him and seeped under her skin.
Desire thrummed through her veins when she took a moment to peruse him. He looked like sin and seduction all rolled into one. Seeing him all heroic and sexy in his firefighter suit was one thing, but seeing him in formal wear made her breath catch and her heart turn over.
“Hey, I heard my name. Is someone talking about me?” He glanced at Sara and his simmering blue eyes flitted across her body with intimate recognition. Sara acknowledged the flare of desire inside her, and for a moment, she wondered if Mitch could see the telltale hardening of her nipples.
Mitch gifted her with a sexy wink, his eyes full of teasing warmth. “Don’t believe a thing these guys tell you, Sara,” he said, grinning like the devil himself. “I was not responsible for losing that twenty-pound trout on our last fishing trip, no matter what they say. It was Dean’s fault. He couldn’t keep the damn boat steady. He was lurching all over the place like a drunken sailor.”
The guys all laughed and threw around words like “baby,” “boat,” “lurched,” “my ass,” and “slippery fingers.” Sara grinned, loving the camaraderie among the men. It occurred to her that the firefighters from Station 419 formed a brotherhood. Men who worked together, played together, and trusted one another with their lives. She was in awe of them, really.
After goading them on, Mitch chuckled and told them all where they could go, giving specific directions and offering a map should they need it. Sara laughed with him, marveling at his playful side and the way his deep, sensuous laughter warmed her blood and curled her toes.
When the laughing settled down, and pleasantries had been exchanged, all eyes turned to the menu and a few people began to talk among themselves.
Sara felt Mitch’s hand close over hers under the linen tablecloth. He gave a tender squeeze—a small affectionate gesture that touched her down deep and created
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