“I am sticking. Until the job is over.”
“Speaking of sticking, I hear you were sticking to Officer Hottie’s lips. That true?”
Oh, boy. “Officer Hottie?”
“Yeah. So were you?”
“That’s…” She settled for the same line she’d given Dustin. “Personal.”
“How personal?”
Wasn’t that the question. She and Zach had only kissed, but it seemed like more, and there’d been lots of close encounters since…All she knew was that the wild sexual tension seemed unrelenting.
And overwhelming.
She really wanted to face that tension, and release it.
Let loose.
Assuming Zach still wanted to.
“I know my faults,” Cristina said into her silence. “I’m sarcastic, mean and I don’t like many people. But Zach? I like him. A whole lot. He’s going through a tough time, and he’s vulnerable.”
The thought of big, rough-and-tumble Zach being vulnerable might have been funny only a week ago but Brooke knew Cristina was right. “The arson thing?”
“The chief’s riding Tommy’s ass, and Tommy’s riding Zach’s. Zach could just shut up and walk away from it all, but it’s not in his blood to walk away, not when he knows he’s right. I care about him, we all care about him, and he needs to stay focused.”
“How do I threaten that?”
“You’re messing with his head. I’m the only one who does that.”
As warnings went, it wasn’t exactly subtle. “I didn’t realize you two were dating.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t call it dating,” Cristina said with a smile.
Okaaaaay. “What would you call it?”
Cristina just looked smug, then, standing up, grabbed hold of a tree branch above her. “Any new interesting calls lately?”
“Hard to top Viagra Man, but I’m sure there’s something just around the corner. What are you doing?”
“Pull-ups.” She did five in a row, and still managed to talk normally. “Cats and hard-ons. Interesting job, you have to admit.”
“True.”
“So where are you going when this is over?”
“Don’t worry. It’ll be far, far away.” Brooke just wished she knew where. She always knew-but this time nothing was coming to her.
Looking pleased, Cristina executed ten more pull-ups, then dropped to the ground to do push-ups.
Brooke went back to her laptop. Cristina didn’t seem to mind being ignored, and Brooke tried for some peace and quiet. When another set of footsteps came up the walk, she didn’t even bother to look up. She was busy, very busy, thank you very much, and needed no more distractions.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you that all work and no play will make you a very dull girl?”
Everything within her went still at the sound of Zach’s low, husky voice. He wore his uniform, looking just hot enough that she felt little flickers of flame burst to life inside her. “Maybe I like dull.”
“Nobody likes dull.”
“I don’t know.” This from Cristina, now doing sit-ups on the grass like a machine. “I can believe she likes dull.”
With an irritated sigh, Brooke closed her laptop yet again and stood. She’d find another place to study. Some place where the not-so-subtle barbs couldn’t pierce her skin. Some place where there were no gorgeous, sexy firefighters making her yearn for things she shouldn’t, like a connection, a real connection. And letting loose…She made it to the door before a big, warm hand hooked her elbow and pulled her around.
For a guy who only moved when he needed to, she was surprised at how fast he’d caught her. “I’m busy,” she said with unmistakable irritation. She used that tone when she needed someone to back off, and it’d never failed her.
But it failed her now. Utterly.
“Yes, I can see that you’re very busy.”
Cristina, apparently finished torturing her body, walked past them with a smirk.
But Zach just studied Brooke’s face. “You’re always busy. You like it that way.”
So damn true. But they weren’t going there. “Where were you?”
“A meeting with the chief.”
He was no longer amused, and she read between the lines. “How did it go?”
“Terrific.”
“Really?”
“Sure. All I have to do is learn to respect authority, and everything will be just terrific. So were you and Cristina bonding?”
Nice subject change, she thought, but she saw misery in his eyes, and she didn’t want to poke at it. “Yeah. We’re like this.” She held up two entwined fingers.
He smiled.
“Officer Hottie?” she asked. “Really?”
He had the good grace to wince. “If it helps, I don’t answer to it.” It was just the two of them in the yard now, with no company except the light breeze and waves. Perfect time to tell him she wanted to mix business and pleasure, just once. He stood close enough that she could see flecks of dark jade swimming in that sea of pale green. He hadn’t shaved this morning, and maybe not yesterday morning, either, and she could feel the heat radiating off his body and seeping into hers. She could smell him, too, some delicious, intoxicating scent of pure male that had her nostrils twitching.
Bad nostrils. Tell him…
“Cristina doesn’t mean to be rude,” Zach said.
It made her laugh. “Yes, she does.”
“Okay, yeah. She does.”
“You’re all a very tight unit. I get that loud and clear.”
“We are. It’s what makes us so good. But there’s room for more. There’s room for you. You could fit in, if you wanted to.”
Her greatest fantasy…“If I wanted to?”
“Yeah, well, you have a tendency to stand on the outside looking in.”
“No, I don’t.”
He just looked at her, all patient and quietly amused, and she sighed. “Okay, I do.”
“But you don’t want to be on the outside looking in.”
How was it that he knew her? “We both know I don’t really fit in.”
“You could.”
“Uh-huh. Cristina’s waiting with open arms.”
His expression was serious now. “She’s had it rough and is a little distrustful, that’s all. It has nothing to do with you.”
She had a feeling it wasn’t only Cristina who’d had it rough. “You’re sleeping with her.”
Brooke hadn’t meant for that to escape from her lips. She wanted to pretend it hadn’t, but Zach’s brows had shot up so far on his forehead they vanished into his hair.
“Not that it matters,” she said quickly, trying like hell to backtrack. “Because it doesn’t.”
“It doesn’t?”
She shook her head. “It doesn’t. It really doesn’t. It really, really, really doesn’t-”
He set a finger on her lips and she shut up.
“Cristina and I are friends,” he said quietly. “We have been for a very long time.”
She wrapped her fingers around his wrist and pulled it away. “And more than friends? Have you been more than friends for a very long time, as well?”
“Twice. A very long time ago.”
