“How was it this time around?” she asked, dabbing the sweat from her neck and chest with a towel.
Lucky towel.
“Better than the first time.”
“Yeah, it takes a couple tries to get used to the hard seats,” she commented, still a little breathless.
“What’re you doing now?”
She poked out her lip, eyes rolling upward as she pondered my question. “Nothing until later when I have to go to the bar to do some paperwork and open up.”
“So you have time to grab a cup of coffee? My treat.”
“How’s a girl to refuse an offer like that?” she teased.
“I’ll wait while you grab your stuff.”
She dashed off toward the women’s locker room to grab her duffle bag. Five minutes later she was back, hair fluffed a little, and a new coat of lip gloss adorned her pretty, full lips. I had to shake the thoughts of what those lips would feel like underneath me, pressed to mine as I thrust in and?
“Thanks for waiting,” she stated, interrupting my little fantasy.
Down boy,I mentally chastised myself.
“No problem.” Placing my hand on the small of her back, I guided her toward the double doors. We walked next door to the Mom and Pop coffee shop. It was late morning, so the shop only had a few patrons milling around.
“What’re you drinking?”
“Small iced vanilla latte,” she answered.
I chuckled at her drink order. “One small iced latte and small regular brew for me,” I ordered from the barista.
“Would you liked that iced as well?”
“Oh no, his kind doesn’t do iced drinks, sweetie,” Angela interjected.
“My kind?” I looked down at her.
“Firefighters. You all wouldn’t be caught dead drinking iced coffee.”
“You got me there.”
“I grew up around firemen. I know how you all are.”
I smirked, recalling she’d said her father was a firefighter, just like Sean, her brother.
“Oh yeah? How are we?” I asked as we retrieved our drinks from the other end of the counter and walked over to an empty table by the window.
“A bunch of tough guys. Who make crude jokes and constantly take the piss out of one another, but you’ve all got one another’s backs when it counts.”
I stared at her over the lid of my coffee cup as I took a sip. “Pretty accurate assessment.”
“And you’re all notorious playboys.”
I lifted an eyebrow. “Think so?”
“You said it yourself. Said you all needed an outlet and that outlet was women.”
I stopped just before we sat at one of the tables. I read the question in her eyes. The one she obviously didn’t want to ask.
