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foreheads bumped. The brilliant flecks of silver in his ice-blue eyes threatened to steal her precious grip on her emotions.
    “Baby, until I saw you silhouetted by those flames, I wasn't really living, and there's nothing to say. Except now I’d be glad to stay in this hotel room with you all day. But there’s one little problem.”
    “What’s that?” Her breathless tone betrayed her if the hardening of her nipples under the sheet hadn’t.
    He flicked his tongue over the corner of her mouth. “I don’t have any more condoms.”

Chapter Three
     
    Luke strode through the lounge of the firehouse, ignoring the calls of welcome from his fellow team members. But he couldn’t ignore his captain’s voice when he followed Luke into the locker room.
    The metal door of his locker squeaked as he opened it to check his gear. He started pulling out the garments and looking them over for wear. This was a safety precaution every firefighter must perform, but Luke had been too upset after that last call to look then.
    “I know you’re just inspecting that jacket to keep from meeting my gaze,” Captain Pearce Johnson said.
    Luke didn’t try to deny it, but bobbed his head in affirmation. “That’s right, Caps.”
    His friend and leader moved closer. “You ready for that ceremony tomorrow? Your dress uniform all pressed?”
    Luke’s stomach sank to the soles of his boots. The last thing he wanted to do was accept a medal of heroism from the city for saving Josie and her daughter. She’d definitely be at the ceremony, and he simply didn’t know how he was going to handle that.
    After spending an entire day in her bed, it had pained him to rip himself from her arms to come to work. The night shift was never a picnic anyway, because most of the calls they received occurred during the dark hours. Who knew what they’d be up against tonight? And Luke was afraid he’d be distracted by the memories of Josie’s touch.
    He hung his coat back inside his locker and reached for his pants. Before he could tug them off the metal hook, Pearce shut the door.
    “What’s going on with you, Lucifer?”
    The nickname ruffled him and brought him firmly back to the present. The vision of Josie’s green eyes after he’d given her a final body-racking orgasm dissipated like a wisp of smoke.
    Luke sighed. They called him Lucifer because only Satan could withstand the fiery hells Luke could. He was the only one on the team at Firehouse 5 to be able to stand up to very extreme temperatures for long periods of time. He was a special ops guy, sent in to rescue people from buildings no one else could breach.
    And thank God he could. No one else wanted to go into that burning Victorian house and try to find the victims. Especially since the city didn’t have any blueprints on record for that old home. That’s why Luke hadn’t truly known about the back staircase.
    He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to ignore the sweet scents of Josie still clinging to his hands. Even after washing them, he detected her arousal. He clamped his hand into a fist to keep from drawing his fingers to his nose and inhaling deeply.
    “Sorry, Caps. I’m a little off balance tonight.”
    “You’d better get your head on straight. It’s sure to be a rough night. You know how Saturday nights are around here.” His leader’s dark gaze penetrated Luke, probably reading too much. Pearce was known for his insight into people. That’s what made him a great captain. He gave the team members only jobs they were sure to excel at.
    But he didn’t know everything. A few years ago, Luke and this captain had gone rounds about Luke’s desire to gain his paramedic certificate. After Ryan’s death, he felt compelled to learn everything he could to save human lives. Pearce had thought his special training for solo missions enough.
    In the end, Luke had won. His training made him sought after by many of the surrounding fire companies. But he’d never leave Firehouse