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ages.  You spend all your free time in this kitchen.  Not that we don’t appreciate that, mind you,” he added with a grin, “because we do.”
    Brady drummed his fingers on the counter, waiting for the coffeepot to fill.  “Oh, I know all about such things, my friend.”
    Dean angled his head and waved his hand, offering Brady the floor.  “Yeah, you want to enlighten me?”
    At the sound of the beep, Brady twisted around and filled two mugs with coffee.  “I’m crazy about someone,” he said, handing Dean a cup.  “And she’s crazy about me, too.  She just doesn’t know it yet.” 
    With a nod of his head, Dean gestured toward the CPR training doll.  “I hate to break it to you, pal, but blow-up Betty doesn’t count.  Besides, I think she’s smitten with Christian.”
    “Speaking of our newest rookie,” Brady said.  “I heard he really had your back when you guys were out on a call the other night.”
    “Yeah, he’s a real stand-up guy.  Definitely a guy I want on my team.”
    “I guess it’s time to initiate him into the brotherhood.” 
    Dean grinned.  “Leave that to me.”
    As Dean sipped his coffee, Brady turned the conversation back to him.  “So tell me about her.” 
    After a long pause Dean gave a resigned sigh and said, “It’s Jenna Powers.”  Jesus, just saying her name out loud fired his blood and rendered him senseless.  Rattled by the way she threw him off balance, Dean shook his head.  “She’s been getting under my skin all week.”
    “No shit, Sherlock.”
    Dean’s head came up with a start.  “What?” 
    Brady nodded toward the textbooks strewn across the kitchen table.  “And you’re supposed to be the intuitive one.”  He threw his arms up in the air.  “Come on, Dean.  It’s obvious.  You’ve been walking around here all week like a love-sick puppy.  Everyone knows it but you.  I guess in your case love really is blind.”
    “Not love.  Lust,” Dean clarified.  “The woman’s got a killer body.”
    “And you know this how?  She walks around in baggy clothes all the time, downplaying her figure.” 
    Dean paused, unable to deny Brady’s observations.  As Dean knocked around that thought, Brady lifted a brow and said, “Which raises the point that maybe your attraction to her goes beyond the physical and maybe your interest goes beyond a night of wild sex.  Have you ever thought of that?”
    Ignoring Brady’s sudden epiphany, Dean shifted his stance after recalling the sight of Jenna’s hot little body in a barely there negligee.  “If you’d have seen her tonight, you’d know what I was talking about.” 
    The bell on the stove chimed.  Brady shut it off and tossed his words over his shoulder, “Grab a couple of plates.  Dinner is ready.”
    Dean reached into the cupboard and grabbed two plates.  The sound of the phone ringing in the other room stopped him dead in his tracks.  His pulse leapt.  He sucked in a tight breath.  Heat spread like wildfire through his body.  The phone rang a second time, jolting him out of his stupor. 
    “You want me to get that?” Brady asked, smirking.
    Dean shoved the plates at Brady.  “Fuck off,” he grumbled good-naturedly.  He listened to Brady’s laughter as he negotiated his way to their sleeping quarters, double time. 
    When he glanced at the caller ID, heat and desire rocketed through him.  He whipped the phone from the cradle and shot a look around the room, ensuring his privacy. 
    He lowered himself onto his bunk.  “Hello.”
    “Dean?”  Jenna’s voice sounded low, rough. 
    Breathless. 
    His body buzzed to life at the sound of her deep, sexy tone.  “Yeah.” 
    Jenna cleared her throat.  “Hi.”
    His heart thudded and he closed his eyes against the flood of heat rushing south.  “Hi,” he finally managed in return.  After a moment of silence, he pitched his voice low and practically whispered, “I’m glad you called.” 
    “Yeah?”
    He