She’d almost forgotten where she was. Blue Lake Fire Station. Bed in the back room. Tucked safe in Joey’s arms. She smiled and nestled against him. Kissed him on the neck and brushed her hands over the tantalizingly soft ridges of his abs. She didn’t want to leave the bed, or his side. Not ever. She’d never felt this way before, with anyone. Not even Phillip. Chills spread through her as she realized the difference. Joey wasn’t some guy she went out and had a good time with. He was different. She enjoyed his companionship and humor. She loved the fact that she could be herself around him without thinking she’d hurt his feelings—it happened more than she cared to admit. Not everyone shared her dry sense of humor. More than that, he respected her on a level she’d never known. He opened doors, offered his hand to help her out of sticky situations, complimented her and truly understood how much that meant. He loved her.
