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can’t just go stag. I need a friend. Hannnnna.” His wheedling tone dug its hooks into her.
    “Damn you for knowing how soft I am.”
    Joey’s grin spread, and he was thankfully distracted by his job for a few minutes. She pushed out a breath. Was she seriously considering going to the firehouse fundraiser where the man she couldn’t get out of her system would definitely be? What if he were auctioning himself? She couldn’t put herself in that situation. Once she clapped eyes on him again, temptation would be too great.
    Then again, she wasn’t committing to a relationship with him by going. Even if she landed in bed with him again, she was in control. She had the strength and smarts to walk away before getting hurt again.
    As her mind wandered ahead to counting those green flecks in his eyes, she refused to admit she was dumb by even going to the fundraiser. After all, she didn’t really want muscled, gorgeous fireman lovers. She was just supporting their repair fund.
    That was her story and she was sticking to it.
    Too bad that throb in her pussy loudly screamed otherwise. Squirming on her stool, she hoped whatever Jagger was donating wasn’t going to cost more than she was willing to pay.
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    “Well-involved two-story house fire with reports of victims trapped.”
    Jagger dropped the cards he was holding and was on his feet in a blink. Alarms sounded and the guys started running. Already outfitted in some gear, he jerked his suspenders over his shoulders and made it to his locker in seconds for the rest.
    Less than two minutes later he was in Ladder Truck 4. The driver hit the gas, cranked on the sirens, and laid on the horn. The deafening sound made it difficult to hear the radio, which was blaring as well.
    “Reports of two people and a pet inside. All units responding at Greenawald Circle structure fire. Firehouse 9 is on the scene and already fully involved.”
    Jagger adjusted his protective gear that had been haphazardly thrown on in the rush. Across from him, Corey was staring at him.
    “You ready, Rookie?”
    “Isn’t my first time at the rodeo.”
    “No, but dealing with victims the first time is always an eye-opener. Makes a person wonder if he’s cut out for this game.” The older man pushed his fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair and gave him a grim smile.
    Jagger leaned into the front of the truck and reached past the driver and passenger to grab the radio. He spoke into it. “Make sure Rescue 20 has backup. If there are two victims, we’ll need two ambulances.”
    When he plopped into his seat again, Corey gave him a nod of approval.
    It wasn’t Jagger’s first fire involving trapped persons either. He’d gotten his start as a volunteer fireman, but only the chief knew that. He didn’t go blabbing about his experience to every man in the house. He figured time would reveal his skill and experience.
    “They’ve got a line in,” the speaker said just as East Street pulled up.
    Jagger was on his feet and barreling out, grabbing hooks. The need to save always took over his whole body. One time a therapist had asked him how it felt to rescue his dad nightly by dragging him from the bar, but he tried not to think about that much. All he knew was an overwhelming despair if he couldn’t perform.
    Corey was at his back. “East Street going in the front.”
    The familiar chills crept over Jagger’s nape as he and his team stormed the front of the building. With mask in place he followed Corey and stepped over the water line. Instantly he was flying blind. Smoke billowed from all corners of the house.
    He slowed his breathing and threw out his senses. Corey banged into something and Jagger nearly fell over him.
    “It’s a chair. I can’t see dick in here.”
    “Nobody can.”
    “Gabriel here. I’m on the other side of the room. Hold on. I’m coming to you.”
    They all stopped until Gabriel had caught up. The rasp of Jagger’s breathing increased. They had precious