Lindsay's fingers slid over Matt's when she took the dirty coffee cups he was handing her. “A regular Randy Johnson at the plate.” She hid the sexual jolt zinging through her by placing the coffee cups in the top rack of the dishwasher. “But it was for a good cause and we raised a lot of money.""Your nose is pink. I told you to use sunscreen.” He moved sideways, reaching for a stack of plates on the far end of the counter.Their hips bumped.Lindsay gritted her teeth.In the field, she was a pro and acted accordingly without fail. But working alongside Matt at the fire station always put her on edge. The inadvertent brushing of various body parts during seemingly mundane chores sent her system into overdrive, leaving her flushed, breathless, and highly agitated by the time they were finished."And you were right. It'll probably peel.” Lindsay ignored the TV blaring in the other room and focused all her energy on making small talk with Matt. She wouldn't let him know how much he affected her for anything in the world.Why didn't Joey's proximity do funny things to her voice and wreak havoc with her system?
