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would lead to something. She grinned at
him and took the phone from his hand. She programmed in her info and handed it
back to him. Marco pressed a couple of buttons then grinned.
    “Thanks. So seven?”
    She nodded.
    He stepped in closer to her again. “So you gonna dance with
me tonight, Red?”
    “Su…” she squeaked. “I mean sure, if you want to.”
    “Ah, Red, you know I can’t wait to get my arms around you.”
    Loud chatter sounded from the hall. Josie stepped back just
as two other firefighters walked into the gym. The men glanced at her then at
Marco then back at her and grinned.
    She cleared her throat. “All right then, I’ll see you
later.”
    “Count on it,” Marco replied. His eyes roamed across her
body like a caress that left her feeling touched. Damn, the man was too potent
for his own good.
    Josie hitched her bag up on her shoulder and fled the gym.
    * * * * *
    Josie looked at herself in the mirror and groaned. She must
have changed her outfit ten times already and she still wasn’t happy with the
result.
    At the knock on her front door, she took one last look at
herself in the mirror and sighed. Guess this was as good as it was going to
get.
    She slipped on her knee-length, brown leather boots and
zipped them up over dark-brown knit leggings. She adjusted the hem of the long,
cream v-neck sweater she’d paired it with and double-checked to make sure it
hung low enough to cover her butt and stomach. Hopefully the outfit looked
casual yet still sexy.
    With her hand on the doorknob, she paused to take a deep,
calming breath. She pulled open the door and the air whooshed out of her lungs.
Clearly she hadn’t taken a deep enough breath because she had not been prepared
for that. Marco looked unbelievable. His worn jeans hugged muscular thighs, and
he’d paired them with a white t-shirt and leather jacket. He looked like every
bad-boy fantasy she’d ever had. She may as well drop her panties now for all
the willpower she’d have around him.
    Marco ran his tongue along the front of his teeth as his
gaze roamed down her body. “Damn, Red, you clean up good.”
    “You too.”
    “Ready?” Marco asked.
    Josie grabbed her purse off the hallway table with one hand
and her keys with the other. “Ready,” she replied.
    Marco placed his hand at the small of her back and led her
down the hall. As they waited for the elevator he leaned in close. “Damn, Josie,
you even smell good.”
    Thank god she’d chosen that perfume. “Glad you like it,” she
murmured.
    The elevator door pinged open and Marco waited for her to
enter first. She nervously fidgeted with the strap of her purse. Marco placed
his hand on hers and held it in place. “Relax, Josie.”
    She looked at his face, took a deep breath and exhaled.
“Right.” She laughed. “Sorry, it’s been a while since I went on a date.”
    “Then just relax and let me drive. I guarantee you’ll have a
good time.”
    “Done.”
    “’Atta girl.”
    When the elevator pinged, Marco once again placed his hand
in the small of her back and escorted her out of the building. The feel of his
palm made her immensely aware of him, but it also made her feel safe and cared
for, something she hadn’t felt in a long time.
    Marco opened the truck door for her and she slid inside the
black cab. As they drove to the restaurant, Marco regaled her with stories
about the other firefighters and the crazy pranks they liked to play on each
other at the station. From the easy affection in his voice she could tell the
men he worked with were as close as brothers.
    In front of Carlos Pizzeria he pulled the truck to a stop.
Josie opened her door and hopped out, meeting Marco on the curb.
    He shook his head at her.
    “What?”
    “Nothing.” He laughed. He grabbed the door to the restaurant
and opened it. “After you.”
    From the back of the pizzeria she could hear bad karaoke and
she grinned. She eyed Marco. “Any chance I’ll be able to convince you to take a
turn