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“Of course we did. I’m sure after a meeting with the chief, you would need sustenance,” Max joked. He stood from the table and headed toward the kitchen. The area was filled with a long table, high vaulted ceilings, and decorated with memorabilia of the fire station. It was located right off the kitchen and was the center part of the building.
It was a place where everyone congregated.
Dalton froze in place at the sight of the newcomer sitting between Max and Anton.
Anya Graham.
Only this wasn’t the Anya from his youth. She was no longer the short, skinny young girl who had followed behind him with the big puppy-dog eyes.
They’d grown up next door to each other.
She’d been the typical teenager who had a massive crush on the boy next door—him.
The Anya sitting at the table in his fire station was certainly not the same girl he remembered.
No, this version of Anya was all woman and grown.
She had a wide grin, laughing at something Anton must have said. Her brown skin was flawless, while her dark hair flowed around her shoulders.
He swallowed hard. His mother had told him that Anya had grown into a beautiful young woman. Still, she hadn’t been entirely honest with Dalton.
Anya was a knockout.
Her head swung his way, and she paused. The smile slowly faded from her lips as their gazes connected.
“Hey, boss. We have a guest for dinner,” Dylan announced, standing from his seat. “Max rescued this pretty little thing from her broken-down car out front—”
“Anya Graham.” Her name slipped from his lips before Dylan could finish the introductions.
The room quieted while all eyes turned to him.
“Dalton McNeil,” she replied. She bit her lip and reached up and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “It’s been a while.”
“Yeah, it has.” He ran a hand along his face and tried to play it cool. He didn’t understand why his heart was racing the way it was. This was Anya. Someone he’d known since they were kids. “No hug?”
Her lips returned back into a smile. She stood from the table and jogged toward him. Dalton opened his arms and wrapped them around her. The feeling of her curvy frame crushed against him had his cock jumping to attention. The top of her head barely cleared his chest.
What the hell?
This was Anya.
Calm the hell down, he ordered his stiffening member. It wouldn’t be a good look to have a hard-on for a childhood friend in front of his squad.
“Y’all know each other?” Knox scratched his head.
“Yes.” Anya laughed. She pulled back away from Dalton.
He kept an arm around her shoulders, not ready to release her yet.
“Anya’s parents live next door to my parents. We grew up together as neighbors.” He squeezed her shoulder slightly.
“Well, isn’t this just a coincidence.” Max returned with a plate in his hand. “I kept your plate in the oven.”
Dalton motioned for Anya to return to her spot. He sat across from her and took his plate from Max.
“Hmm…you kept my plate warm…what the hell do you want? Or what the hell did you do?” Dalton asked suspiciously.
Chuckles went around the room. Dalton knew Max like the back of his hand. They had been friends ever since they’d entered the academy together. He was up to something.
