Code Red Chemistry

My brother’s best friend is the last guy on earth I’d ever date. So why did I just bid on him at a charity auction?

I’ll tell you why. Because apparently finally finishing my residency and becoming a board certified physician has short-circuited my common sense.
After years of grinding study sessions and endless hours at the hospital, I couldn’t wait to let loose and celebrate. But just as the fun is ramping up, the last person I expect to saunter in the door does.
Sure, he’s a smokin hot first responder—and delivered the single best night of my life five years ago—but he also left me high and dry the next day.
I tell myself—and him—I’m immune to his charm. But when my friend drags me to a charity auction for the fire department and he steps on stage, all sculpted muscles and cocky grin (in turnout gear, no less), a reckless impulse I blame on the champagne has me raising my paddle. Maybe because I know it means he’ll be dropping my panties.
But surely one time, er…I mean date will get him out of my system for good. It’s the perfect prescription for a cure.