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Dalton sat on the edge of his desk.
“You remember, Amina, don’t you?” Anya asked. She focused her beautiful eyes on him.
“Yes, I do.”
“It’s good to see you again.” Amina smiled.
“You, too.” He settled back and was curious about how the interviews had gone. “So tell me, you get what you needed?”
“I’ve gotten some excellent information today. I really appreciate it.” Anya’s face lit up with excitement. She glanced down at her notebook and opened it. “There’s nothing like actually walking through a real firehouse, then looking at all the images you can pull up on the internet. Everyone has been so kind and open, and I have so many notes.”
“Good. I’m glad we can help. What else do you need to know?” Dalton asked.
“Are you single?” Amina blurted out.
Dalton paused. His gaze flew to Anya’s whose expression was one of horror.
“Amina!” Anya gasped. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“Everything.” Amina rolled her eyes. “He obviously spends a lot of time here like the other guys do. I was wondering if he had a significant other and how she feels about his hours spent on the job.” Amina shrugged.
The room grew silent.
Dalton shook his head. “No, I don’t have a significant other waiting at home for me.”
His eyes connected with Anya’s.
She visibly swallowed then broke his stare. She scribbled down a few notes.
She cleared her throat and focused back on him. “Are you lonely by choice?”
He paused.
Lonely?
Who said he was lonely?
He ran a hand along his jaw and thought about the question. At his age, he was done with playing games. He was tired of the long string of one-night stands. After seeing how happy Dallas was with Candi, it got him to thinking it might be time he found that special person.
It would be nice to come home to a beautiful woman. Have a great conversation over dinner. Climb into a warm bed and hold her curvy body close to his.
It would be nice to come home to…Anya.
Dalton’s heart slammed against his chest wall.
Slow down, man.
“I wouldn’t say I’m lonely, it’s just how it is. This job is tough, and it takes a special woman to be able to handle what I do for a living.” He shifted on the desk and folded his arms across his chest.
He hadn’t expected this type of probing.
It left him feeling vulnerable.
“What do you mean by that?” Anya queried. She rested her pen against her lip. It was an unconscious move on her part, but it made her even more attractive.
“Wow, this is a deep line of questioning.” He coughed. “I thought you’d want to know about what I do and shit.” He chuckled, trying to break the tension.
“Well, we learned quickly what you do when we first got here. Anya always wants to know how things affect people. It helps with her portrayal of characters.”
