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temperature, up another degree. “Don’t question my methods.”
    “Really? Is that one of your rules?”
    “Yes,” he said flatly. “And if you’d told me you were a firefighter, we wouldn’t be in this awkward situation.”
    “It’s not awkward at all.” She uncrossed her arms and marched toward him. She poked a finger into his chest. “It never happened.”
    She’d poked his chest . No one ever poked him. He was Chief Roman the Hard-ass, the Intimidator, the Feared. “The hell it didn’t. I have your handwriting on a ticket to prove it.”
    “You kept it?” She went slightly pale.
    “If you wanted revenge for your ticket—”
    “ What? ” Now she looked just as out-of-her-mind furious as he felt. “As if I would ever do something as low-down as that. It could have been worse, you know.”
    “Oh yeah? How’s that?”
    She leaned toward him with a wicked look. “I could have gotten you completely naked. Then I could have tied you to the bedpost and left you begging . . .”
    Dio. He reached for her, pulled her against his chest, and fastened his mouth to hers. It was just to shut her up, really it was . . . until he felt her lips under his. Then insane lust bolted into his groin, blotted out every intention except touching this woman, devouring her mouth, running his hands up and down her sleek back. And it wasn’t just him. She was kissing him back just as fiercely, her coffee-scented lips opening under his invasion, her tongue battling with his. A force field of sexual electricity zinged around them. In two seconds he could have her naked up against the desk . . .
    “Ow!” He yelped and lifted one leg. Something latched to his ankle. Something painful and growling. “What the hell?”
    “Stan.” Jones wrenched herself away from him. “Down, Stan.”
    The hard pinch on his ankle released. A beagle-ish looking dog looked mournfully up at him.
    “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
    Jones gave a spurt of shaky laughter and smoothed her hair with a hand that trembled just a bit, he was savagely happy to see. She looked flushed and shaky, and damn if he didn’t want to grab her and do it all over again. “Stan’s the firehouse dog. He was very attached to Captain Brody. And he’s very protective.”
    “Good doggy.” Partly to hide the shocking lust that still cruised his bloodstream, Roman reached down to pet him, but the creature backed away. The dog had a point. He’d been way out of line with his behavior. He probably ought to thank the pup.
    He straightened up, hoping his boner wasn’t visible in the new uniform. Clearing his throat, he faced Jones. “You’re right. Nothing happened in Reno. Or here in this office. More to the point, nothing will happen in the future that isn’t completely by the book. I . . . uh . . .” He decided to quote the ticket. “Sorry.”
    A rapid series of expressions chased across her face. Many things seemed to be on the tip of her tongue, but she restrained herself. “Yes, sir.”
    When she was at the door, he stopped her with a curt “Wait.”
    She paused.
    “You can let the crew know that firefighter fitness is a top priority of mine. I’ve seen men killed because they got soft.”
    Her shoulders tensed, but she gave a tiny nod before slipping out of the office.
    After she left, he met Stan’s soulful brown eyes. The dog still looked wary. Roman noticed one of his ears looked mangled, as if it had been chewed up and spit out. He could relate. “You and I might have more in common than you think, Stan.”

 
    Chapter Five
    “I ’m going to apply for a transfer,” Vader grumbled as he hoisted two hundred pounds of metal over his head. “I don’t need this shit.”
    “Yeah, right.” Sabina was working out her aggressions on the treadmill next to him. She’d set it to the highest level; sweat dripped off her. “Leave the Bachelor Firemen? I’ll bet you a soda you never even bother to get an application.”
    Sodas were the