SmokingHot by Anne Marsh

guy who was passing through had been heckling me. Kade thought I could use an assist, so he stepped in and then he suggested we should get engaged.”
    “Because he didn’t think you could handle drunk assholes on your own?” Laura’s brows rose.
    “Yes. No. He thought it was funny. And helpful.” She added the last bit hastily. Her engagement had been more than just a joke.
    “Wow.” Abbie blinked. “I didn’t see that coming.”
    Laura snorted. “Yeah. None of us did.”
    A truck door slammed in the driveway and booted feet pounded towards the porch, startling the cat, who bolted in a show of indignantly fluffed fur. Will Donegan rounded the corner. His hair was damp from a recent shower, but the cleanup had been quick. Ash still streaked his neck and forearms.
    “I’m here to collect my wife if you ladies are willing to share.” He grinned and took the steps two at a time.
    Laura shook her head, laughing. “Firefighters. So hot, but always in a rush. You could just stand there and let me look at you.”
    “Looking, yes. Touching, no. This one’s all mine.” Abbie elbowed her friend playfully.
    “No worries. I brought you fresh meat.” Will jerked a thumb behind him and, didn’t it just figure, there was Tye, striding up the path.
     
    ***
     
    Hands off . That was the plan. Tye wasn’t even going to think about kissing Katie Lawson. Or touching her. And definitely not about all the things he wanted to do if he ever got her alone in his camper. She’d been pissed off and embarrassed yesterday. He hadn’t handled that whole kissing thing well.
    Okay. He hadn’t handled it at all.
    When Will had given him directions to Katie’s place, he’d played it cool. Will knew about yesterday’s Segway lesson—the entire jump team knew, thanks to the miracle that was Facebook—but he hadn’t said anything. Tye shouldn’t have gotten out of the truck. He didn’t have to, which meant he didn’t have any excuse for being here. He’d cleared hostile-riddled buildings in Fallujah with less unease.
    “Tye,” Katie said and her voice made an iceberg seem like a tropical destination in comparison to her patent un welcome for him.
    Her friends stared at him like they were connecting the dots. Or a name with a face. Shit. Whatever she’d shared with them, it didn’t bode well for him.
    Katie was wearing another one of her seemingly endless supply of sundresses—this one was pink with white polka dots—and a pair of heels. She leaned forward to look at him, or, more likely, give him the death glare, because right now those were clearly one and the same as far as she was concerned, but she also gave him a spectacular view of her cleavage. That probably hadn’t been part of her plan, unless she was trying to torture him. The front of her dress pushed the soft curves of her breasts together. Something lacy peeked out over the fabric hugging her chest, so she wasn’t entirely naked under there.
    No touching, sailor.
    He nodded his head to acknowledge her greeting and then Will was making introductions and Tye was filing away intel for future use. Will’s wife, Abbie, and Laura Carpenter clearly played for team Katie and learning everything he could was smart. While he did the meet-and-greet, Katie had her fingers wrapped around a plastic flute and was polishing off the contents with the skill of a SEAL hitting a bar for R&R after a particularly tough mission.
    “You’re forgetting something, Mr. Firefighter.” Abbie hopped up off her chair and Will opened his arms. Too bad that wasn’t Katie making a run for him, but Abbie had clearly missed her husband. For the entire thirty-six hours the man had been out there in the field.
    Will closed his arms around his wife, bent his head and kissed the hell out of her, his hands threading through her hair as he worked his mouth over hers. She stretched up to meet him more than halfway, tugging his shoulders down to her until they were fused together, hip to hip and