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night,” Olivia said, rolling over behind him, her fingertips trailing back and forth across his bare back. “What if there’s a fire?”
    “I’m a firefighter,” he said, smoothing his sleeve on, resisting the urge to roll back into bed and show her just how powerfully her touch affected him. “So you’ll be safer than most.”
    “Not me, you.” She sat up, scooting closer until she was sitting on the pillow he’d slept on last night. “What if you can’t get your leg on fast enough and pass out from the fumes? I don’t think I could carry you out. You’re too big.”
    He smiled at her, that warm, happy feeling swelling in his chest again. “You’re sweet, but you won’t need to carry me out of any burning buildings. I can take care of myself. And you.”
    “I don’t need you to take care of me,” she said imperiously, “I’m after hot sex and companionship, Colt, not a caretaker.”
    “Is that right?” He cocked his head. “This from the woman who was climbing me like a tree last night to get away from a lizard one tenth her size?”
    Her lips puckered to one side as she cast a furtive glance toward the hall where Sir Licks-a-Lot was housed in the warmest corner of the hobby room. “Touché. Okay, so maybe I do need caretaking. On rare occasions.”
    “And on those rare occasions, I’ll be happy to take care of you,” he said, kissing her cheek, wishing he didn’t have to leave her alone even for an hour or two. “You still want me to pick up food for Godzilla today?”
    She looped her arms around his neck, hugging him closer. “Yes, I would be very appreciative if you would pick up food for Sir Licks-a-Lot. And then feed him. And then lock him up tightly in his terrarium so he can’t escape and hide out wherever he was hiding out before.”
    She sighed as she pulled away with a grimace. “Speaking of, I should probably try to hunt down wherever he was shacked up. I don’t want to leave a few weeks’ worth of skink droppings to fester all winter.”
    Colt tugged his jeans on and reached for his prosthetic. “If it can wait until I go back to work next week, Seth and I can come over on our lunch break and help you move things around in the kitchen.” He winked at her as he clicked his leg into place. “And I might be convinced to sweep up droppings in exchange for sexual favors.”
    Olivia smiled, her eyes glittering. “You just got fifty percent hotter.”
    “Damn, that’s hot,” he said, shoving his arms into his sweater, wishing this dressing business was going in the opposite direction. “How are you keeping your hands to yourself right now?”
    “It’s hard,” Olivia said with a straight face. “But I have to pee so that’s helping.”
    He laughed. “Then go, little girl. I’m going to head out—assuming you don’t need any help getting out of your pants.”
    Olivia rolled out of bed and to her feet. “No thank you, sir. These pants are easy on and off.” Sticking her upturned nose in the air, she reached down and pulled her pajama pants out a good four inches, enough for Colt to sneak a peek down the front of them.
    “Jesus,” he said, his mouth going dry. “No underwear?”
    “I have chosen to embrace going commando,” she said, letting her pants snap back into place with a wiggle of her eyebrows. “If I don’t, I’m afraid I’m going to run out of panties and not have any left when I really need a pair.”
    “I’ll buy you more,” he said, his hands closing around her waist. “But surely you realize you can’t show a man something like that and expect him to walk out the door.”
    “Is that right?” she said, biting her lip as he lifted her off her feet, drawing her up his body for a kiss.
    “That’s right,” he said, setting her back on the bed. “Now, I can’t go until I get another look. A closer look, to make sure everything’s in working order after a night hanging out wild and free.”
    She giggled. “Hmm, yes, I hear that it can be