“I guess I should get dressed,” Ryan said casually.
His mother passed the paper bag to Ryan and stared at Chloe, who just smiled and shrugged.
“I think she’s seen it all before, Gabriella,” Antonio said.
“I guess so.”
Ryan unrolled the paper bag and slipped on his tighty-whities. Then he pulled the fire department T-shirt over his head. Mrs. Fierro had stacked everything in order of dressing. Mr. Fierro smiled with pride at his wonderful wife. Jayce also couldn’t help noticing the loving looks Ryan was exchanging with Chloe Arish.
They were a match. Jayce would bet his beak on it—and he couldn’t help being a little envious. He had played the field long enough, and there was only one woman he couldn’t get out of his head. A certain FDNY firefighter named Kristine Scott.
That’s when he made up his mind. He was going to take a well-earned vacation—in Manhattan.
