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gorgeous skin. Hell, her bartender friend wasn’t even there tonight for him to ask about her.
    He turned to leave. How was he going to find her? Not seeing her ever again wasn’t an option. Besides great sex, they’d talked. Deep in the night they’d shared a snack of toaster waffles and OJ. Everything about her charmed him, from the way she sliced her waffle precisely on the lines to the way she blushingly asked if she’d talked in her sleep.
    He hadn’t been able to rip his gaze from her when she confessed she sometimes said silly things while sleeping.
    “While you’re talking in your sleep, is anything you say true?” he’d teased, watching her take a bite of waffle dripping with syrup.
    Her cheek bulged with food, and she gave the cutest shrug he’d ever seen. What a question mark she was to him. Adorable girl next door but a wildcat in bed.
    He needed to find her.
    The big ego blow was that she knew where to find him. She had his T-shirt with his firehouse logo. She knew where he lived, but he’d given up hope that she’d show up on his doorstep.
    A few times he’d thought about asking some of the guys if they knew her, but he didn’t really want to know the answer. He feared that one or more of them had slept with Hanna too and well…his dominant side didn’t like that thought. At all.
    By the time he reached his apartment, he knew he couldn’t face unpacking or watching sports. He had too much pent-up energy. So he changed into workout gear and five minutes later had the treadmill at the neighborhood gym on a slow jog. In minutes he was warmed up and cranked it to a hard run. Ear buds in, Hanna’s beautiful face looming behind his eyes.
    What was it about her that he couldn’t shake? Maybe it was the mystery surrounding her that lured him like a boy to a magic genie. He’d always loved a puzzle, and she was definitely that.
    With the hottest, tightest pussy he’d had in his life. And the way she kissed, sucked him, wrapped herself around him… Damn, now he was running with a hard-on.
    A couple women wearing tight spandex and sports bras and talking in hushed whispers as they looked around entered. Gym sharks, he called them. They were fishing for men, and shit, now he’d ended up on their man-finder.
    He turned his music up louder and tried not to pay attention as they took over the treadmills around him. Sure, they were fit and pretty. Normally he’d think about taking one home. Or hell, both of them. But he wasn’t really in the mood.
    As he ran at high speed, he kept an eye on the door for the one woman he’d stop in his tracks for. But she seemed to be gone forever.
     

Chapter Three
    Hanna sat at the bar talking to Joey and trying not to seem obvious as she looked around.
    The firefighters had just walked in. Big, beefy men. Strong, ropey men. All sizes and shapes. She could only imagine that in full gear they’d be something out of a fireman calendar. Mr. July was always the centerfold, right?
    Pivoting her head, she pretended to take a sip of her drink. The guys barreled through the bar and claimed their regular table. Muscled legs bulged in low-slung jeans as they sat. One broad-shouldered man with dark hair and wearing a White Sox baseball hat flipped his chair backward and threw his leg over it in a way that made every woman in the place sit forward.
    Except her. He was nice-looking. A hunk, really. But he wasn’t her fireman.
    The one who’d suspended her in his arms while fucking her hard and deep and staring into her eyes. That intimate moment combined with the feeling of floating made her pussy wet even now.
    God, he’d had a dimple. Jagger. He wasn’t among the firefighters here tonight, though.
    When she faced forward again, Joey was looking at her with a half-grin. “You ever see him again?”
    “Who?” She purposely took a big mouthful of fruity alcohol to render herself incapable of speech for a moment.
    “The big guy you left with that night. The one eating you