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starts the truck and it roars to life. This truck is sexy as hell. Sexier than Clifford. That’s for damn sure, I think to myself, running my hands along the black, leather interior. The truck’s cold air intake purrs when he punches the gas and I feel it rumble through my chest. Well that thing they say about guys and big trucks certainly isn’t true. I’ve just witnessed firsthand what he’s packing in his jeans, and it isn’t small. In fact, I’m certain I’ll be feeling the effects of our bathroom rendezvous tomorrow.
    As he steers the truck onto the main road, we settle into a comfortable silence. His right hand is resting on my thigh and his eyes are trained on the icy road. I’m letting the last hour of the night play back in my head. I never expected he’d be at the bar tonight. I know it’s a small town, and Bill’s is a locals-only type of bar, but something about him seemed too mysterious to be hanging out there. That and I haven’t seen him there before.
    “Do you have a tracking device on me or something?” I giggle. I giggled. Thanks for that, tequila. I wasn’t really going for the ‘schoolgirl’ vibe, but okay then.
    He takes his eyes off the road long enough to send me a panty-dropping smile and I have to consciously stop myself from swooning. He really is a beautiful specimen. He lets a slow chuckle out. “I was at the bar with a friend of mine from work. It was a long rotation,” he says, and the warmth in his eyes is momentarily replaced by something else. Sadness maybe? I can’t be sure.
    I’m still feeling a little forward, the effects of my buddy Mr. Jose Cuervo not having quite worn off yet, so curiosity gets the better of me and I blurt out my question. “What rotation? What do you do for work? Why did it feel long?” I literally have to put my hand over my mouth to stop the verbal vomit from coming out. Way to go, Hannah. Just hit the sex god with twenty questions all at once. That won’t freak him out. Ugh.
    I visibly relax when he answers my question without hesitation, not seeming to mind my line of questions. “I’m a paramedic. We work four on four off, and we lost someone today.”
    “Oh, I’m sorry,” I whisper. Why do I have to be so nosy? Beth must be rubbing off on me.
    “Don’t be sorry. I love my job. Days like today are hard, but we have more good days than bad up here.” He smiles at me again. “It makes me happy you want to know things about me.”
    I blush and return his smile with one of my own but don’t say anything else. I’m not really sure what to say. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to watch someone die.
    We pull up to his townhome, and now that I’m not hightailing it out of here like a two-bit ho, I take the time to look it over. It’s a two-story, log-and-rock townhouse with a large, forest-green door and white twinkle lights following the line of the roof. It’s stunning. Most of the homes in Rock Falls have that log-cabin look, but his is exceptionally beautiful, and the twinkle lights make me think there’s a side of him I haven’t seen yet. I find myself hoping he shows me that side one day.
    Greyson helps me out of the truck and presses me against it. The look in his eyes is so intense that it makes my heart do funny things. I’ve barely known him a week, but he has a pull over me that’s all consuming. He literally steals my breath and makes it impossible to focus on anything else.
    Cupping my face in his hands, he brushes my bottom lip with his thumb. “I’m going to kiss you now, sweetheart,” he says before his mouth captures mine in a slow kiss.
    Despite having had some of the hottest sex of my life with this man, we haven’t really kissed yet. It might be too soon to tell—it could be the buzz talking, although I don’t think so—but this kind of feels like that ‘can’t eat, can’t sleep, reach for the stars, World Series’ kind of kiss. The one the Olsen Twins were talking about . There I go with