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Dalton swerved into her parking lot and came to a stop near the front door.
“So, what about it?” He turned to her, and all thoughts of Glenn left her mind.
For a second, Anya had totally forgotten what he was talking about. The only thing on her brain was asking him to come up to her apartment.
“Sure. I think it would be fun to catch up.” She nodded.
Ask him, a voice in the back of her head whispered.
“Why don’t we exchange numbers so we can plan what time I’m picking you up,” he suggested, grabbing his phone.
They programmed each other’s contact information in their cells.
“Thanks for the ride.” Anya tucked her phone back inside her purse. She thought of all the heroines she’d written in her books and knew each of them would be bold enough to invite the male they were lusting after into their homes.
Inviting him up would only mean one thing. There would be no other reason they’d need to go up to Anya’s apartment right now.
Images of him naked on her bed came to mind, and she swallowed hard. She’d written hundreds if not thousands of sex scenes in her books, but she was sure none of them would hold a candle to Dalton.
Jesus.
She needed to get laid.
Bad.
“It was my pleasure. I got to get back to the station. I’m on call,” Dalton announced, running a hand through his hair.
It was an unconscious move on his part, but it just highlighted the sexiness of him. His hair looked even more tousled, and she had to fight the urge to smooth it down.
Anya offered a smile, but inside she felt deflated.
Of course.
She’d forgotten that quick that he was at work. She’d done enough research on firemen to know that sometimes they were on duty for days at a time.
Today would not be the day she’d invite him upstairs for a night of hot, sweaty sex.
“I don’t want to keep you away any longer than I have. But don’t forget the offer of me coming back for research.” She wagged a finger at him, and he chuckled.
“Of course. Anything for you, Anya.” He unbuckled his seat belt and stepped from the truck.
She watched in amazement as he walked to her door and opened it.
“What are you doing?” She stepped out, hefting her bag on her shoulder.
“Seeing you to the door.” He rested his hand at the small of her back, and she had to keep herself from shivering.
He guided her to the door. She pulled her key card from her purse and faced him.
She had to tilt her head back to meet his gaze.
Down, girl.
This was not a date. Dalton was just being friendly and making sure she got in safe.
“Want me to call you before I drop by the station?” she asked, trying to make idle conversation.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t want you to come if we are out on a call.”
