remote.
“What are we watching?”
“My favorite - Romancing the Stone.”
Kelsie couldn’t contain her groan. They had only watched that movie a few dozen times over the years. She could probably recite every line by heart. “Only if you promise not to keep replaying the scene where Michael Douglas slides down the hill into the water and lands headfirst between Kathleen Turner’s legs.”
“You’re killing me here,” her friend said with a pout. “You know that’s my favorite part.”
“Your fantasy you mean.”
Nanci hid her smile behind her wine glass as she brought it to her lips. “Okay, I admit you wouldn’t hear me complaining if some sexy movie star ended up with his face wedged between my legs.”
“The poor guy would have drowned if it had been you instead of Kathleen Turner. You’d have put him in a leg lock to keep him there.”
She sat back as the movie started. “What better place for a man to be than between our legs, seeing to our needs.”
Kelsie choked on the handful of popcorn she’d just stuffed into her mouth.
“You okay?”
She nodded, waving away her friend’s concern. “I’m fine.”
But nearly choking had Kelsie thinking about the first time Cole had come to her rescue at Casey’s Bar and Grill. The way his hands felt smoothing over her back. Okay, so maybe she wasn’t fine. She was thinking way too much about Cole Maxwell, his kisses, and just how hot the sex promised to be between them if she could get past her fears and give him a chance.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The big screen TV wasn’t the only form of entertainment that morning at the firehouse. Most of the excitement centered around the tree rescue Cole had performed the night before and one feisty little redhead the other men were still determined to refer to as ‘Cupcake’.
To make matters worse, he and Kelsie had made the front page of the local paper. The picture was one of him bringing her down from the tree in the bucket. Unfortunately for her, the reporter managed to get a clear shot of her face so everyone who got the paper in Worthington would know she was the woman he’d rescued from the tree behind the soon-to-be-defunct strip club.
It was amazing the firehouse’s copy of that morning’s paper had any ink left on it, considering how many times the men had passed it around.
“I had no idea that Cupcake was a stripper,” Stubby said as he tossed the newspaper aside and reached for the remote control of his miniature fire truck. It was one of twelve that lined the far wall next to the big screen. They were toys for overgrown boys, providing the men there with both entertainment and a bit of sport, a playful distraction from the harsh realities of their job.
“Kelsie’s not a stripper.”
“A peeping Tom?” Joe teased as he eased back in his recliner.
Cole frowned in irritation. “No, she’s not a peeping Tom either.”
“So she just has a thing for shimmying up and down tree branches?” the Lieutenant threw in with a hearty chuckle.
Ha. Ha. They were in rare form that morning.
“It just so happens she was trying to get out of a bad date,” he attempted to explain.
“Another one?” Stubby inquired. No doubt referring to the one Cole had rescued her from the day he was seen kissing her at the hospital.
Cole ignored the question. Kelsie’s personal life wasn’t any of their business.
Joe cleared his throat, disguising a chuckle. “Must have been one hell of a bad date to have her climbing out of a second story window.”
“It was.”
Nate plucked another donut from the near-empty box on the dining room table and carried it with him across the Great room to his recliner. “Well,” he said, pointing his glazed donut at Cole as he settled into the Lazy Boy, “I sure hope you aren’t planning to take ‘Cupcake’ to one of those fancy high-rise restaurants in downtown Columbus on your
“What are we watching?”
“My favorite - Romancing the Stone.”
Kelsie couldn’t contain her groan. They had only watched that movie a few dozen times over the years. She could probably recite every line by heart. “Only if you promise not to keep replaying the scene where Michael Douglas slides down the hill into the water and lands headfirst between Kathleen Turner’s legs.”
“You’re killing me here,” her friend said with a pout. “You know that’s my favorite part.”
“Your fantasy you mean.”
Nanci hid her smile behind her wine glass as she brought it to her lips. “Okay, I admit you wouldn’t hear me complaining if some sexy movie star ended up with his face wedged between my legs.”
“The poor guy would have drowned if it had been you instead of Kathleen Turner. You’d have put him in a leg lock to keep him there.”
She sat back as the movie started. “What better place for a man to be than between our legs, seeing to our needs.”
Kelsie choked on the handful of popcorn she’d just stuffed into her mouth.
“You okay?”
She nodded, waving away her friend’s concern. “I’m fine.”
But nearly choking had Kelsie thinking about the first time Cole had come to her rescue at Casey’s Bar and Grill. The way his hands felt smoothing over her back. Okay, so maybe she wasn’t fine. She was thinking way too much about Cole Maxwell, his kisses, and just how hot the sex promised to be between them if she could get past her fears and give him a chance.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The big screen TV wasn’t the only form of entertainment that morning at the firehouse. Most of the excitement centered around the tree rescue Cole had performed the night before and one feisty little redhead the other men were still determined to refer to as ‘Cupcake’.
To make matters worse, he and Kelsie had made the front page of the local paper. The picture was one of him bringing her down from the tree in the bucket. Unfortunately for her, the reporter managed to get a clear shot of her face so everyone who got the paper in Worthington would know she was the woman he’d rescued from the tree behind the soon-to-be-defunct strip club.
It was amazing the firehouse’s copy of that morning’s paper had any ink left on it, considering how many times the men had passed it around.
“I had no idea that Cupcake was a stripper,” Stubby said as he tossed the newspaper aside and reached for the remote control of his miniature fire truck. It was one of twelve that lined the far wall next to the big screen. They were toys for overgrown boys, providing the men there with both entertainment and a bit of sport, a playful distraction from the harsh realities of their job.
“Kelsie’s not a stripper.”
“A peeping Tom?” Joe teased as he eased back in his recliner.
Cole frowned in irritation. “No, she’s not a peeping Tom either.”
“So she just has a thing for shimmying up and down tree branches?” the Lieutenant threw in with a hearty chuckle.
Ha. Ha. They were in rare form that morning.
“It just so happens she was trying to get out of a bad date,” he attempted to explain.
“Another one?” Stubby inquired. No doubt referring to the one Cole had rescued her from the day he was seen kissing her at the hospital.
Cole ignored the question. Kelsie’s personal life wasn’t any of their business.
Joe cleared his throat, disguising a chuckle. “Must have been one hell of a bad date to have her climbing out of a second story window.”
“It was.”
Nate plucked another donut from the near-empty box on the dining room table and carried it with him across the Great room to his recliner. “Well,” he said, pointing his glazed donut at Cole as he settled into the Lazy Boy, “I sure hope you aren’t planning to take ‘Cupcake’ to one of those fancy high-rise restaurants in downtown Columbus on your
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