Oh, my God.

What was happening to me? I was turning into a fucking princess, wasn’t I? The handsome guy swooped in to save the day, and here I was, swooning.

No.

I was not swooning.

Reagan Wright did not swoon.

Ever.

I was not about to start over a tall, green-eyed, muscular, tattooed, firefighter.

Damn it.

Maybe a little.

Just enough to imagine him naked. It was a well-accepted fact that the quickest way to stop swooning was to get turned on.

At least it was in my world. Everyone else needed to get on board that train, because I’m telling you, it worked.

What would Noah look like naked?

I tapped my fingers against the side of my mug and stared out of the back window.

He had to have abs. Most guys didn’t have biceps out of a Men’s Health magazine unless they had the abs to go with it, which meant he also had the pecs and that tempting V that curved over a guy’s hips.

Did he have more tattoos? Or was it just his arm? Should I paint tattoos on there or was I just setting myself up for disappointment?

Wait.

I wouldn’t be disappointed. I was never going to see him naked.

Um, more naked.

Ahem.

No more tattoos. Just in case. I liked to be surprised now and then.

You know.

There was always the chance I’d wrangle him into bed. Or a bush. I really wasn’t that fussy.

Maybe not a bush. The branches could get scratchy. Not that I’d ever had sex in a bush.

I had some dignity.

Seriously. I did.

Two knocks at the front door pulled me out of my thoughts. As I’d suspected earlier, the cavalry had arrived, and it smelled like they came bearing food.

I looked at the bags. “Did you bring food?”

Halley nodded. “Grandma said that we were going to Hell if we didn’t.”

Ava put her bag on the counter. “Which she is an expert in, considering she’s wearing a black leather miniskirt to church.”

“Maybe she thinks God likes that.”

“Don’t.” Halley held up a hand. “Just… Abigail has lost control. I expect her to become an alcoholic any day now.”

“If she’s gone this long without succumbing, she’ll be fine.” I got up to help unpack but was quickly shooed back to sitting down. “I’m fine!”

I was sick of saying that now.

“Sit!” Ava demanded. “We’re gonna fix you some pancakes and you’re gonna tell us a little more about, well, that hot piece of ass who was in your room yesterday.”

“His name is Noah,” I said. Never mind that I’d just been undressing him inside my mind. “He sent me a picture of his cock and then saved my life.”

“That’s quite the apology.” Halley sniggered.

This was insufferable already. “Coincidence. It’s a coincidence.”

“Nothing in life is a coincidence.” Ava put a pot of strawberries on the counter and turned to look at me.

“Here we go,” I muttered, nursing my mug a little closer to me.