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melt, made her smile. His chiseled, masculine chin and those dimples on his handsome face topped with the mischief that always danced behind his coffee brown eyes was like her daily fix. He both thrilled and comforted her whenever she laid eyes on him. Except right now, she narrowed her gaze, directing the fault for her wet panties and visions of John's equally gorgeous body being naked in her mind, at her husband.
    Every time Garrett started in on her, teasing her with the idea of another man doing something sinful to her and enticing her to picture the two of them doing it together, the images slammed into her and took her over with a lust like she had never experienced. That was when the man was faceless. The shock of John flashing into that little picture in her head had her thighs clenched, the heat and wet between them enough to make her squirm, and a flash of hot, hard guilt burning in her belly.
    Didn't help much when they both looked up at her and she could have sworn John's lusty grin rivaled her husband's. Everything about him screamed I could be yours , right down to the way he ran his gaze over her as she sat down. Before her bottom hit the chair, Garrett pulled her into his lap.
    Managing a little smile and enough breath to talk, she pushed the lust out of her head and dragged herself back to the present.
"Drinking awhile, guys? You look a little tight."
"Yeah, we're tight all right." Garrett laughed, running his hand up her back.
"Hey, Carrie. How are you doing? How's your ankle?" John's deep, husky voice rolled over her, even through the noise in the little bar. How the hell did men do that with only their vocal chords?
"Good, John, good. It's doing great, thanks to you. So, Garrett tells me you were the one who got him in the fire the other day, gave him his first shot at it."
John grinned as took a pull on his beer. "Yep. Threw him into the bitch, and he took her down. He's been ready for awhile; it was good to see him get his shot at it."
Garrett smiled ear to ear. Looking between the two of them, she tried to forget how she'd just been seeing John in her head and remember he was her husband's mentor, best friend, and, for the last ten months, almost like a brother to him. What the hell was she thinking? John would be a fixture in their lives for years to come, and Garrett being right at the beginning of his career left no room for screw-ups. Besides, this wasn't about her twisting up their little sex fantasies; today was about Garrett, the bar run this Friday was to celebrate his first fire. She turned and kissed him, then snuggled her face into his neck. The heat of his hard, muscled thighs burned through her denim shorts, not making her attempts to focus any easier.
"Proud of you, sweetheart."
"You can show me how proud later," he whispered back, pulling a delicious little giggle from her.
The tables filled as other wives joined their husbands, and the talk turned boisterous, rough, and generally dirty. Firefighters weren't reserved or shy—how the hell could you be when you put your life on the line every time you went out on the job? She loved that about them. They were flirty, obnoxious, and the tightest-knit group of people she'd ever met. Like walking into a ready-made family—if they accepted you, they pulled you in, and that was it, you were surrounded.
She found herself watching Marcus, Dawson, and Mari with a little more than passing interest. The three of them were always together. Always . One of those rumors that when you were up close and personal with it you knew where there was smoke there was fire . . . pun intended. No way those three weren't hooking up, not when the two men looked at her like that.
Forgetting her promise to herself of a moment ago, she threw a half-desperate glance John's way and found him staring at her. If she didn't know better, she'd swear the expression on his face matched the one Garrett gave her when he made love to her. Raw. Needy. A smile she couldn't help