Luke Riley is a sexy firefighter who’s looking for love in all the wrong places…
Luke’s morning gets a little brighter when he’s called to a clinic and spots a blonde beauty wearing killer red boots. Though she doesn’t seem interested, he manages to introduce himself. It’s unusual for a woman to push away his advances, but Luke is attracted to her confident nature and strong personality. It’s not long before he wears her down, and she finally agrees to a date.
Who says you can’t mix work with pleasure?
Sage blames her growing affections for Luke on pregnancy hormones. But one last hurrah before her belly swells sounds like a well-deserved thrill. After a few passionate nights, the line between love and lust begins to blur—leaving her more confused than ever.
“Seriously? You’re crashing my meetings again?”
Luke’s hair looked freshly cut, cropped close to his scalp and neat. His eyes brimming with laughter, not the least bit ashamed. “Hardly.” He picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles. “You look beautiful.”
She didn’t think her navy pantsuit was beautiful. Her silver Molono Bahiks with fuschia stilheto heels, however, were stunning. Luke’s eyes hadn’t left hers, so he surely hadn’t noticed them.
“Luke, it’s lovely running into you again, but I’m meeting a client in a few minutes. You’ll have to leave.”
The hostess stood awkwardly between them. Luke didn’t seem to be bothered by her. “Lucy couldn’t make it so I’m here in her place.”
“What? You…you sabotaged my meeting?”
“Thank you, Haley, we’ll let you know when we’re ready to order.” He dismissed the hostess and pulled out a chair for Sage. “Please, sit. I would have ordered you a drink but I wasn’t sure what you preferred.”
“Nothing. I prefer to meet with my client.”
Luke pulled out his chair and sat close to Sage, his knees casually bumping against hers. “I’m meeting in her place.”
“Really? And what will we be meeting about, Mr. Riley?”
“My mother’s sixtieth birthday party. I believe Lucy already told you that.”
So maybe this was for real. Since his brothers and sisters were all adopted, most likely they had different last names as well. “Why didn’t you call me instead?”
“I believe I did. Quite a few times. And you never returned any of my calls. Not a very effective way to run a business.”
“I…You never said you wanted to discuss business. You implied…I thought…”
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