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some thing or other—and he and Tracey had moved in together.
    Despite his new living arrangements, he’d never truly been able to erase Jenna McGrath from his mind. And every time they were in the same room together, his gaze would move to where she was often, his ears would listen for her voice…his body would thrum with even the most innocent brush against hers…
    To his unspoken but wholly unnerving shame, he’d thought of her more than once when the steel in his cock needed relieving. Jenna, not Tracey.
    He never mentioned Jenna’s name unless Tracey was talking about her. He didn’t ask about her once, not even when months went by without Tracey spending any time whatsoever with her.
    By the time Tracey had revealed she and Jenna had grown apart, Evan had been convinced he’d gotten over whatever it was he’d felt for his wife’s ex-friend.
    The kiss on the helipad less than thirteen hours ago, however, had proved that years-long conviction nothing but a delusion.
    As did the hungry want turning the blood in his veins hot now.
    He stood motionless as he watched her close the distance between them. Ate her up with his stare.
    He’d tell her to go as soon as he found his voice. He would. Tell her there was no story to be found with him. No reason for her to be here. Someone like her had no reason to be with someone like him.
    But for now, he needed to look at her. Needed to exist in the same space as her, if for no other reason than to allow himself to be a man—even a broken, scarred man—in the presence of a beautiful, intelligent, sexy woman.
    God help him, he was a masochist.
    “Jenna.” Her name left him on a croaky breath. “You shouldn’t—”
    “My producer wants me to interview you.”
    Icy tension licked through him at her rushed declaration.
    “A human-interest story,” she went on, the words almost tumbling over each other. She stood as motionless as he did, her stare locked on his eyes. “About the hero of Wallaby Ridge and how he was once a Sydney firefighter who—”
    “I don’t do interviews.”
    She flinched at his blunt interruption. Caught her bottom lip with her teeth and frowned at him.
    With a ragged grunt, he pulled his cap from his head and pointed to the mess of scar tissue running the length of his face. “There’s no story in this either, Jenna. I got them in the accident that killed Franco. The same fire that saw twenty people perish. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, Google it.”
    He turned for the front door. Reached for the knob.
    “I have,” she said.
    Her soft response stilled his movement again. His gut clenched.
    “Then you know all there is to know about me. All that’s worth saying has already been said.”
    Without looking at her, he tightened his grip on the doorknob and twisted it to the right.
    “I disagree. There’s lots more that needs to be said. Like the fact that your efforts during the Mutawintji National Park were beyond Herculean. Like the fact you risked your own life to save the lives of five others. Like the fact you haven’t let what happened to you in the Blue Mountains fire destroy you. You’re an inspiration, Evan.”
    Clenching his jaw, Evan pushed his door wide and crossed the threshold. “I’m not who you think I am, Jenna,” he said over his shoulder. “There’s nothing heroic about me.”
    “Do you hate yourself that much?”
    The question punched into him. His chest tightened.
    Turning on his heel, he found her standing in the opening of his door. What little light there was cast her in a faint silhouette that only served to highlight how tall and exquisite her body was. A hot tension flooded his cock. Self-contempt flooded his soul.
    “There’s a lot to hate, Jenna,” he said, clenching the edge of the door. “My arrogance, my cockiness, caused Franco to die five years ago in the most horrific way. Burnt to death while pinned to the ground by a crashed helicopter. The helicopter I’d been piloting. I