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against her pounding heart. “You scared the hell out of
me!”
    “I kind of
figured that.” He looked at the popcorn scattered on the floor.
    “Geez.” Going
down onto hands and knees, she started to gather up the popcorn.
“What happened to your hot date? Did she kick you out?”
    Alan smirked in
disbelief. “Me?”
    “Oh, I forgot,
as if she’d ever kick you out. Forgive my lapse.”
    “Just speaking
the truth, Soph.” Coming around the sofa, he plopped down onto the
seat. “My chick got some hot lovin’, don’t you worry.”
    “Just what I
needed to hear.” Sophie placed the popcorn on the little table
which she’d positioned near her at the front of the sofa.
    “Gives you
ideas for your books?”
    “Yeah. Of what
not to write.”
    “You wound
me.”
    Sophie somehow
doubted it. Her gaze slid over him, taking in the rumpled dark hair
and the open-necked shirt buttoned up wrongly. “Need a hand getting
dressed, stud?”
    Throwing his
arms along the backrest, Alan sprawled out lazily. “Sure.”
     

Chapter 2
     
    His date hadn’t
gone well. Oh, it had been promising enough when he’d first picked
up Jess. The pretty paramedic was dressed in a slinky blue gown
that showed a lot of tanned, slim leg through a mighty high split
in the skirt. Her bosoms had been practically falling out of the
low-cut top and her trim little waist was cinched in tightly with a
wide belt.
    The wide belt
kind of reminded him of a similar belt around a bigger waist,
emphasizing curves which were a whole lot more lush.
    Dinner had gone
well. Dancing had been nice with Jess snugged up in his arms, her
perfume making his senses swim and her breasts pressing against his
chest. When her hand had slid down between them to rub against his
shaft, he’d just about gone weak at the knees. Her eyes had looked
laughingly up into his and that had been that. Within minutes he’d
paid the dinner bill and they were in his car.
    To be truthful,
they never actually made it out of the car park before Jess was in
his arms, his hand down her dress top and her hands busily
unbuttoning his shirt so she could slide in and tweak one of his
nipples.
    His eyes had
almost crossed.
    He’d been about
to do the big no-no and have more than just a little grope in the
car park when Jess’s mobile phone had peeled out the theme song
from Mission Impossible. And they both knew what that meant.
    “Damn.” Cursing
softly, Jess had untangled herself from Alan’s arms and taken the
mobile from her pocket. “It’s work.”
    “You’ve got the
night off,” Alan pointed out.
    “And they
wouldn’t be ringing me if it wasn’t important.” One hand on his
chest to hold him off, Jess spoke into the mobile. “Jess here.
Uh-huh. Accident? Yeah, we’re short-staffed, I know. The other four
ambulances are already out? Needing back-up?”
    From there
Alan’s date with Jess had been shot to pieces. To be fair, he’d
totally understood where she was coming from when she insisted on
being taken home so she could change and go into work, hell, he’d
had to do it himself a couple of times. Sometimes planned events
just didn’t happen in their line of work.
    So now he found
himself at home, a little sexually frustrated, rumpled, and feeling
more than a little put out. Until he’d come through the door and
frightened the living bejesus out of Sophie. Now that had been
amusing.
    She took a look
at him while placing the spilt popcorn on the table, that
hazel-eyed gaze running across his body. “Need a hand getting
dressed, stud?”
    Nothing like
tossing out a challenge. Throwing his arms along the sofa backrest,
Alan sprawled out lazily. “Sure.”
    One dark
eyebrow rose as she crossed her arms. “I wasn’t asking.”
    “Sure sounded
like it.”
    “It was
sarcasm.”
    “Really?” He
raised one eyebrow back at her. “Are you sure?”
    “Trust me.”
    He gestured
with one hand at his chest. “Because you could - you know -
rebutton my shirt if you