“So what’s the deal, then? Saunter up next to him and go in for round two.” Her arms swept wide in invitation as if it would ever be that easy. I pulled her arm back to her lap. “I can’t.” “Why not?” I exhaled a frustrated sigh. “He’s a firefighter.” Rachel’s eyes went wide. “Oh shit, that’s right.” I sank lower in my seat. “Yep. And I didn’t know that until after we . . .” My hand rolled in circles between us. “You know.” “He works for your dad? That is so freaking hot.” Rachel stared at Whip across the bar.
