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Nix frowning right at her. What the fuck did she do? The guys who were on clean-up laughed and joked as they piled the dishes on the counter. Jez stacked hers and then turned only to bump into Gray who was standing close to her. When he grabbed her arm to steady her, she felt the zing of awareness zap right through her.
    “Sorry,” she mumbled and brushed past him trying to get away.
    “Hey, Jez?” She heard Keely call her as she reached the doorway. “Hang on, we need to talk about what I am making for dinner tomorrow.”
    Jez smiled and waited for her friend and as they walked out the door, she glanced over her shoulder one last time before shaking her head and walking behind her friend.

Chapter Three
     
     
    Today was going to be brutal on the trainees and he wasn’t looking forward to the knowledge. They would be training in full rig, complete with their packs and provisions, just as if they were in the field and fighting a fire. The temperature was going to be in the upper 70’s with a chance of rain and thunderstorms, and in full gear, any strenuous movements would up the temperatures to around 90 degrees inside the firefighters’ suits. A real fire would soar the hotshots temps over one hundred degrees.
    Knowing Corbin, they would be learning how to take out scrub plants that weren’t necessary for the environment, but wildfires loved. It was a hot and thankless job to do in the off-season, but a godsend when a team was trying to keep sparks from spreading during the fire season.
    The old man was getting meaner as he got older, and Nix was thankful that he’d kept himself in shape during the off season. He knew the training routine by now, but once in a while things were changed up just to fuck with the seasoned veterans. No one but a veteran of a few years actually knew how grueling the job was until they did it. He could almost pick which ones would fail today.
    Walking into the kitchen and heading for the coffee pot was routine for him. He was normally the first man awake, and regardless of who had KP duty, who was the first up made the coffee. The hundred cup coffee urn was already happily percolating away and Jez was standing at the stove with two griddles flipping pancakes like she was born to it.
    Damn, he didn’t like the way he felt to see her with that spatula in her hands and her hips swaying as she listened to the music from her IPod. He could see the hot pink ear buds and wire hanging into her shirt pocket bounce on her chest as she dropped several more pancakes onto the griddles. Fuck .
    He’d woke up with the usual morning wood and took care of it by imagining Jez on her knees in front of him sucking his cock. That was no more than a half an hour ago. Now the fucker was stirring around thinking about those lips again. He had to look away from that ass swaying around, or he’d probably end up with that spatula upside his head and reassigned away from here for the year.
    He poured himself a cup of coffee and blew over the rim of the cup to take a cautious sip. Shit, not only could the woman cook, she made excellent coffee. He took his cup and sat at the table to wait for her to notice that she was no longer alone. He had some files on his reader that he needed to go over anyway, so now was as good a time as any for that particular task.
    Jez caught sight of a man sitting at the far end of the table. She turned her head just a bit more and dropped the metal spatula onto the empty griddle. Damn, Hottie number one was sitting there by himself drinking a cup of coffee and tapping the screen of his work pad. She felt herself stand straighter and that crazy feeling was back in her gut, just like the first sight of him had caused her to feel.
    Tall, with dark brown hair and golden brown eyes, and shoulders, lordy yes . His features combined to a panty soaking face she wanted to see smiling. She still wondered why he frowned at her the night before. People normally liked her, and by people that also