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“Thank you, I couldn’t have said it better myself.” Anya smiled. She reached up and tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear. “I like to dig deep to help me know how to channel emotions and feelings. Readers don’t really care what you do exactly, it’s the connection they want to have with the characters. That’s what sells books.”
Dalton was impressed. He didn’t know romance books were that inspiring.
“But let’s not forget the sex scenes. That’s what truly sells the books. A hot-ass sex scene that makes you want to—”
“Amina!” Anya sputtered, turning to her friend, who was laughing uncontrollably.
The edge of his lips curved up.
The sight of an embarrassed Anya was very amusing.
“That’s what makes readers buy books?” He cocked his eyebrow playfully.
“Look, I’m telling you—”
“Don’t believe her. Women buy Anya’s books because her sex scenes are out of this world. I’ve read a few of her books and needed a cold shower afterward.”
Anya elbowed Amina hard.
Dalton laughed at the two of them.
Anya was completely mortified while Amina was enjoying teasing her friend to the fullest.
He made a mental note to go purchase one of her books.
“That hot, huh?” He smirked.
Little Anya had a dirty mind…he could work with that.
“Don’t listen to her.” Anya stood abruptly. “I think it’s time we go. We may have overstayed our welcome.”
“Sit down,” Amina drawled. She tugged Anya’s arm and forced her back in her chair. “We won’t mention the sex scenes anymore.”
Amina glanced at Dalton and threw a wink his way.
“Go ahead, Anya. What else do you want to know?” he asked. He cleared his throat and tried not to laugh. He sincerely wanted to help Anya with her research. She must do well with her books if she could write for a living.
“What do you do in your spare time away from the firehouse? How do you de-stress?” Anya turned her attention back to him. Her pen was poised over her notebook while she waited for him to answer.
He shrugged.
Riding was a passion of his.
On the open road, with the wind in his face while flying down the highway on his motorcycle.
“I don’t know. There’s my bike.”
“Motorcycle?” Amina raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I have a couple that I’ve been restoring as a hobby and one I ride.”
Anya wrote a couple words down then glanced back up to him. “That’s cool, I’d love to see them sometime.” She paused. Her eyes widened as if in shock.
“I can bring you by my place. That’s not a problem.” He had been thinking of a way to get her to his house. Now he had the perfect reason.
He’d made up his mind about Anya.
He wanted to see what this was between them.
