“I’m not really in the dating mood lately. I’d rather swoon over my leading man that I’m writing right now.” “Ohhhh. Tell us about him.” Charlotte took a sip of wine and leaned back on the white slipcovered couch I had in the small living area. “He’s a fireman, you know that.” “Obviously you have a thing for firefighters.” Dylan smirked. “Hey. I respect firefighters. We’ve grown up surrounded by them since birth.” “I do too. Ignore her.” Charlotte pointed at Dylan and raised a brow, causing her to stop talking. “What does he look like?” “He’s tall with broad shoulders, brown messy hair, and
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