Is. Awesome.” Wonder filled the young photography student’s voice as she looked at the group of firemen huddled in the corner of the station. She leaned over to Jane. “I almost feel like I should pay you for this.” This being taking shots of ten of the station’s hottest bachelors. “Almost.” Jane smiled wryly. The teacher at the community college swore Sammie was his top student and would have no problem providing professional quality head shots for the fundraiser’s website. The girl didn’t dress to impress, wearing stretchy yoga pants and flip-flops. Hopefully she could make the bachelors look better put together than she did. Which shouldn’t be difficult. Jane turned toward the men who stood joking around with each other as they waited to be photographed. They rippled with muscles, their blue T-shirts, with the Pineville FD logo over their left breast, stretched taut. Every lovely shade of skin was represented, from vanilla to mocha to dark chocolate. Pineville FD was the twenty-one flavors of masculinity.
