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    needed that assist.Gia usually
    wasn’t a big drinker, but the whole team was unwinding some and she simply
    wasn’t big enough to soak up too much alcohol. When Mimi slid her an icy-cold
    glass with a wink, he heard Gia laugh despite the steady blare of the jukebox.
    Because he was standing too close and watching her too much.
    She wrapped her fingers around the
    glass, raising it to her nose for a suspicious sniff before taking a big slug.
    He definitely wouldn’t have pegged Gia for a whiskey sour kind of gal. He’d
    have guessed a fruity daiquiri, with one of those little pastel umbrellas and a
    cherry because she had a real feminine side she tried hard not to show the
    team.
    Rio
    tried hard not to think about tongues and cherry stems.
    Or
    about kissing the icy froth off her upper lip, because Gia was uninhibited in
    her enjoyment of her drink. She also looked damned hot out of a jumpsuit. For
    tonight’s agenda of drinks and dancing, she’d paired faded jeans with a sleeveless
    blouse that buttoned up the front and tied in a knot at her waist. When she
    shifted on the barstool, she gifted him with a peek of suntanned skin and flat
    stomach. To take his mind off that sexy
    possibility, he shifted his eyes down her long, long denim-clad legs until he
    hit a pair of cowboy boots. Gia rocked the strong and sexy.
    As soon as she set down the glass,
    she slid off the stool and headed for the dance floor. The move had been only a
    matter of time. He still didn’t know that much about Gia—she’d only been
    on their jump team for a matter of months and the job interview didn’t allow
    the kind of personal questions he was meditating on—but he knew she loved
    to dance. Plus, there was her alter ego “Gina.” He’d liked the hell out of that
    story. He only wished he knew if it were true. In moments, her hips and arms were
    swinging as she flashed a contagious smile. The guys certainly welcomed her
    with open arms and, within minutes, she was twirling back and forth between
    Mack and Joey.
    Eventually, when he got tired of
    watching, he stepped onto the crowded dance floor, cutting in smoothly. Two
    well-aimed steps and he stood between Gia and Mack. Not that she’d noticed.
    Which was part of the problem.
    About the only time he had her eyes
    on him was when they were three thousand feet in the air or fighting fire. He’d
    always be a firefighter—and he suspected Gia would be too—but that
    wasn’t all he was. Because fuck if he
    didn’t want Gia to look at him and see a man.
    He moved in and Mack flashed him
    the bird. “Wait your turn.”
    Like there was any hope of that.
    The music howled, the cowboy singer
    loud in his praises of Saturday night honkytonk, and Mack vined, the dance move
    setting his steel-toes tap-tap-tapping. He must have seen something on Rio’s
    face—or was just plain feeling charitable—because Mack sashayed
    back, leaving room for Rio to step up.
    Gia spun back, laughing. Gotcha. Unaware that he’d joined in the
    fun, she slammed into him. Déjà vu.
    He steadied her with his hands on her
    hips, savoring her warmth through the faded denim. Flexing his fingers, he
    repointed her in the right direction, waiting for her feet to rediscover the
    song’s rhythm.
    “Wow, Donovan.” She blinked at him
    “Give a girl some warning, would you?”
    Damned if he didn’t want to kiss
    the surprised look right off her face. Or put it back there for a whole
    different reason.
    Mack slung a hand around her waist,
    dragging her back into the line. “Cut the man some slack, Jackson. He just
    wants to make sure you appreciate he’s been working out.”
    Gia’s eyes dropped down Rio’s body
    and he felt her passing glance like a lover’s hand wrapping around his good parts
    and squeezing in all the right ways. Predictably, his dick sprang straight to
    attention, leaving him rock-hard for his jump partner. Which probably was a
    testament to how long his current sexual dry spell