And judging by the comments underneath the picture, he wasn't wrong.
Milan snatched the phone dramatically before Johanna could look away.
“Wait.” She scrolled. “Listen to this one.”
Johanna already hated where this was going.
Milan cleared her throat and read, “‘A firefighter that fine…baby, I'd be burning toast every Tuesday.’”
Leigh slapped the table screaming.
Tasha nearly fell against the booth laughing.
Nia wiped tears from under her eyes. “That woman was honest at least.”
Johanna grabbed for the phone. “Y’all are ridiculous.”
“Oh no,” Milan cackled, pulling it away. “It gets worse.”
She scrolled farther and read, “‘Blaze’s so fine, my smoke detector would be working overtime.’”
The table collectively lost its mind.
Even Johanna laughed at that one.
Because unfortunately… it was accurate.
Tasha fanned herself dramatically. “You ended up with the firefighter fine enough to become a local internet sensation.”
Johanna shook her head. “He is not a local internet sensation.”
Nia blinked slowly.
“She’s right,” Leigh said as she scrolled through her phone. “Blaze is trending in three counties.”
Milan nodded. “Three counties and counting.”
Tasha leaned across the table grinning wickedly. “And let’s discuss the fact that Blaze looked directly at you before they even started the bidding.”
Johanna froze. The memory hit her instantly. Blaze standing beneath those lights looking entirely too handsome for public spaces while the auction host joked with the crowd.
Then his eyes found hers.
And stayed there.
Out of every woman in that packed ballroom, she was still the only one he saw.
Lord.
Johanna grabbed her coffee quickly before her friends noticed the way her cheeks warmed.
Too late.
Nia smirked softly. “There she goes.”
“Don’t start.”
Milan leaned back against the booth dramatically. “That man wanted you before the bidding even opened.”
