Chapter One
Some days she really hated her job. Today was not one
of those days.
Josie Sharp watched the men making their way into the
abandoned warehouse and shivered in anticipation.
Taking the photos for the firefighter fundraising calendar
was like a dream come true. This was the biggest shoot of her career and
nailing this job would finally put her on the map. She couldn’t screw this up.
She’d been offered the job because of her family connections
and there was no way she was going to make anyone regret their choice. She took
a deep breath and silently chanted her mantra. You can do this. You have
talent and a good eye. By the fifth run-through she felt as if maybe she
was starting to believe herself.
Time to get to work. She pulled a clip out of her bag and
grabbed a handful of her long, red hair and pinned it up. Being around all
these gorgeous men, she’d be nervously fiddling with it all day if she didn’t
get her hair out of the way. Not quite the look she was going for but it would
have to do. She rubbed her damp palms on her jeans and scanned the interior of
the building.
Throughout the old warehouse she’d created several makeshift
scenes. She glanced at the fake fire hydrant prop she had set up. She could
picture muscles bulging as a fireman screwed on the hose. It would look amazing
on film. A large, red fire engine sat outside the building to be used for
various shots. Fire hoses lay coiled in the corner to be pulled out for use,
several axes rested against the wall, and she had a bucket of soot to dirty the
guys up. She was all set.
She glanced over at the twelve men. Some watched her with
arrogant mockery while others acted as if this were the last place they wanted
to be. She eyed one guy already blushing to the roots of his ginger hair. He
glanced at his watch and cringed. Poor guy looked like this day couldn’t end
soon enough for him. Thank god she wasn’t the only one battling a case of
nerves today.
A shy model she could work with. She looked forward to the
challenge of making them all enjoy getting their pictures taken so she could
get some fabulous shots. She took a deep breath and strolled over to the group.
Thankfully she knew a few of the guys already through her
uncle. She grinned at her uncle and two of his firefighters, James and Scott,
as she walked up to the group. She knew there were a couple of others from his
station, but she’d never met them before since they’d transferred over from
other firehouses recently.
Seeing the familiar faces eased some of her nerves about the
job, making things a little easier. She had no doubt a couple of the guys would
ham it up for the camera.
Her gaze landed on an unfamiliar face. And holy crap what a
face it was. Dark hair framed chocolate-brown eyes. Mmm. His olive complexion
highlighted a chiseled jaw and the most sensuous lips she’d ever seen. No
wonder the Greeks and Romans had so many carvings of the male form. This guy
looked like some kind of Mediterranean sex god.
Not good. She hadn’t even started photographing
people yet and already this man had turned her brain to mush. She took a deep
breath and forced herself to look away from Mr. Sexy. When she saw her uncle
hovering in the background, the lust zipping around her body was immediately
extinguished.
Well that would sure make it easier to work around sexy men.
Having ol’ Hawkeye standing guard would keep her libido in check. She grinned
at him.
Under the guise of doing his job as captain, he’d hang
around all day to “supervise”, while in reality he stayed to offer her moral
support. He flashed her a little chin-up sign and she grimaced. Guess
she wasn’t doing such a great job of looking as confident as she’d hoped.
Pasting on a smile, she dug deep, praying for a little
bravado to shine through. “Hi, guys, thanks for getting here so early. For
those of you who don’t know me, I’m Josie, and I’m the lucky lady who gets to
take your pictures
Some days she really hated her job. Today was not one
of those days.
Josie Sharp watched the men making their way into the
abandoned warehouse and shivered in anticipation.
Taking the photos for the firefighter fundraising calendar
was like a dream come true. This was the biggest shoot of her career and
nailing this job would finally put her on the map. She couldn’t screw this up.
She’d been offered the job because of her family connections
and there was no way she was going to make anyone regret their choice. She took
a deep breath and silently chanted her mantra. You can do this. You have
talent and a good eye. By the fifth run-through she felt as if maybe she
was starting to believe herself.
Time to get to work. She pulled a clip out of her bag and
grabbed a handful of her long, red hair and pinned it up. Being around all
these gorgeous men, she’d be nervously fiddling with it all day if she didn’t
get her hair out of the way. Not quite the look she was going for but it would
have to do. She rubbed her damp palms on her jeans and scanned the interior of
the building.
Throughout the old warehouse she’d created several makeshift
scenes. She glanced at the fake fire hydrant prop she had set up. She could
picture muscles bulging as a fireman screwed on the hose. It would look amazing
on film. A large, red fire engine sat outside the building to be used for
various shots. Fire hoses lay coiled in the corner to be pulled out for use,
several axes rested against the wall, and she had a bucket of soot to dirty the
guys up. She was all set.
She glanced over at the twelve men. Some watched her with
arrogant mockery while others acted as if this were the last place they wanted
to be. She eyed one guy already blushing to the roots of his ginger hair. He
glanced at his watch and cringed. Poor guy looked like this day couldn’t end
soon enough for him. Thank god she wasn’t the only one battling a case of
nerves today.
A shy model she could work with. She looked forward to the
challenge of making them all enjoy getting their pictures taken so she could
get some fabulous shots. She took a deep breath and strolled over to the group.
Thankfully she knew a few of the guys already through her
uncle. She grinned at her uncle and two of his firefighters, James and Scott,
as she walked up to the group. She knew there were a couple of others from his
station, but she’d never met them before since they’d transferred over from
other firehouses recently.
Seeing the familiar faces eased some of her nerves about the
job, making things a little easier. She had no doubt a couple of the guys would
ham it up for the camera.
Her gaze landed on an unfamiliar face. And holy crap what a
face it was. Dark hair framed chocolate-brown eyes. Mmm. His olive complexion
highlighted a chiseled jaw and the most sensuous lips she’d ever seen. No
wonder the Greeks and Romans had so many carvings of the male form. This guy
looked like some kind of Mediterranean sex god.
Not good. She hadn’t even started photographing
people yet and already this man had turned her brain to mush. She took a deep
breath and forced herself to look away from Mr. Sexy. When she saw her uncle
hovering in the background, the lust zipping around her body was immediately
extinguished.
Well that would sure make it easier to work around sexy men.
Having ol’ Hawkeye standing guard would keep her libido in check. She grinned
at him.
Under the guise of doing his job as captain, he’d hang
around all day to “supervise”, while in reality he stayed to offer her moral
support. He flashed her a little chin-up sign and she grimaced. Guess
she wasn’t doing such a great job of looking as confident as she’d hoped.
Pasting on a smile, she dug deep, praying for a little
bravado to shine through. “Hi, guys, thanks for getting here so early. For
those of you who don’t know me, I’m Josie, and I’m the lucky lady who gets to
take your pictures
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