Prologue
Tru
Three months prior
“I dare you to go up and hug that fireman. Wrap your legs around his waist,” Iliana challenged me.
I looked to where she was gesturing and rolled my eyes. “No.”
I was trying to have a relaxing drink at the newest restaurant and bar in town, Halligans and Handcuffs. What I wasn’t trying to do was draw attention to myself; especially, in a room filled with my mother’s colleagues.
“Oh, come on, you big chicken. Balk. Balk. Balk,” she clucked.
I shook my head again. “All you’re doing is making yourself sound like a dork.”
Seriously, why did the woman have to embarrass me? I averted my eyes as the tables around us started to turn and study Iliana.
Just pour a few drinks in the woman, and she became the queen of obnoxious.
She smiled widely. “Oh, come on. Do it.”
I took a pull of my beer and looked at the man she was wanting me to hug.
He was tall. He’d dwarf my five and a half feet easily.
“What will you give me if I do?” I asked as I took another sip of beer, keeping my eye on the man with the shaved dark hair, dressed in his fire department blues.
Large, mouthwatering biceps. Arms that were covered from wrist to where his sleeve stopped in tattoos. Strong, angular chin. Slightly crooked nose. Deep toe curling laugh.
“Whatever you want,” Iliana promised holding up her pinky finger in the air with a dare.
Knowing exactly what I’d take if she actually held up her end of the bargain, I smiled.
I took her pinky finger, and we kissed our hands one by one. “Deal,” I said and stood.
“What are you going to take?” She asked warily, knowing I’d given up too easily.
Iliana was my best friend and roommate.
We’d moved in together when we’d started occupational therapy school, and had been living together ever since.
She was two years younger than my twenty eight, but acted like she was fifty, that is, unless she was drinking, like she was doing right now.
In real life, she was that boring person who never did anything because she was too scared her boyfriend would find out that she actually had fun without him.
And the things she did was did not scream twenty six. It screamed old.
For instance, she had a Temper-Pedic bed that sat up like a hospital bed…and it was about to become mine.
“Your bed. For two weeks,” I said with an evil grin.
She glared at me. “If you do it, it’s yours for a month. His name’s Torren.”
Downing the remainder of my beer, I started walking off purposefully in the man’s direction. Torren, she’d said his name was. That was a weird name. Who named their kid Torren?
Why not Paul, or Brian? Those were normal names. Then again, my name was different, too.
Once I got to within a straight shot of him, I started jogging. Then, when I was close enough, I jumped into his arms and wrapped my hands around his neck, and my legs around his hips.
He caught me, reflexively.
One hand going around my ass as the other went up to protect his beer.
“Uhhh,” he said as I stayed there for another couple of seconds. “Do I know you?”
I barely contained the urge to giggle.
He sounded so lost.
Then I became aware of the other men surrounding us.
I’d been so focused on the man, Torren, that I hadn’t even taken account the circle of badass I’d broken with my entrance.
“Sorry about that,” I said as I dropped down. “I thought you were someone else.”
With that, I turned around and left, trying my hardest to forget what it felt like to be wrapped in his arms.
Iliana was grinning like a fool as I walked closer to her.
By the time I sat down at the table, this time purposefully facing in the opposite direction of the bar, she was practically crying in hilarity.
“Oh, God,” she wheezed. “You should’ve seen his face!”
“He’s not still looking at me, is he?” I worried.
Jesus, the man was hot.
Up close, I could tell his eyes were the color of a stormy day.
And the sheer size of the muscles of his arm were mouthwatering. The colors of his tattoos were even more magnificent up close.
“He’s gesturing towards us with his head, talking to a waitress. I wonder what he’s saying,” Iliana whispered conspiringly.
I tried my hardest not to turn around and look.
It was a close call, but I managed it.
“Uh, oh. Here she comes,” she whispered.
The young girl stopped at the table with a beer in her hand. “Hi,” she chirped. “I was sent over here to give this to you.”
When she placed the beer on the table, I waved it off. “No thank you, I don’t drink.”
She eyed the empty beer bottle that she’d brought me earlier, but wisely didn’t comment.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Iliana gasped once the waitress left.
My eyes widened. “I don’t know! It just came out of my mouth! I don’t know!”
I was seriously freaking out.
I was such a dork.
I was literally a homebody.
I didn’t do this sort of shit.
I’d never even had a boyfriend!
I was still a virgin! I didn’t know how to flirt!
I don’t even know what the hell got into me earlier.
“He’s not looking at me, is he?” I was starting to freak out. “We should go.”
I stood and threw my backpack over my shoulders. “Come on, quick.”
I started pulling her, and she grabbed her own beer long enough to chug the remnants, and slammed it down onto a table as we poured into the parking lot.
“Hurry,” I demanded as we started walking quickly to my truck.
“Oh, my God. He’s in the doorway,” Iliana said as she looked over her shoulder.
I yanked her arm hard. “Turn around. Eyes straight ahead. Get to the truck before he starts trying to talk to me.”
I’d just made it to my truck when Torren’s voice yelled out over the nearly empty parking lot. “I don’t bite!”
I turned around, and, swear to God, I said, “I do!”
My hand went over my mouth and I looked at Iliana, wide eyed. “Did you slip me a roofie?”
She laughed. “Oh, my God. He’s walking this way.”
Wasting no time, I backed out of the parking spot and spun my wheels in my haste to get out of the parking lot.
“He’s laughing,” she said as she watched until she could see no more. “I do believe, Tru, that you now have yourself a sexy firefighter admirer.”
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