“And speaking of gifts…I have not one, but two for you. And both of them have to do with Brad Griffin.”
Toni’s gaze shifted to the shopping bag Jayne set on the counter. “There’s a voodoo doll of him in that bag that I can stick pins in to make him go away?”
“Nope. Even better.” Jayne reached for her bright green Blooming Pails apron. “I got scoop on him.”
Toni shook her head. “Forget it. I know everything I need to know. Not interested.”
Jayne joined her behind the counter and set to trimming roses for the centerpieces. “Not even in his nickname at the Ocean Harbor Beach firehouse? It’s very…interesting.”
Toni pursed her lips. What the hell. Might as well make conversation. “Fine. You can tell me, but only because you’re clearly dying to. What is it, and how did you find out?”
“The guys were only too pleased to tell me when they gave me those.” She nodded her chin toward the shopping bag she’d placed on the counter.
“Those?”
Jayne set down her clippers and reached into the bag. “One for each of us.”
She handed Toni a calendar. The front showed a muscular firefighter sporting six-pack abs, leaning against a fire truck. Bright crimson letters proclaimed that Firefighters Like It Hot.
“Very nice,” Toni said, setting the calendar aside. “But I hope you didn’t pay too much for it. This calendar is from two years ago.”
“It was free. The calendar was made to raise funds for fire safety and awareness after those tens of thousands of acres burned a few years back. The station had some copies left over and the guys are giving them to folks who donate toys.”
“But who needs a calendar that’s two years old?”
“Eye candy never goes out of date. For instance-check out Mr. December.”
Suppressing a sigh, Toni picked up the glossy calendar and turned to December. And found herself staring at Brad. Brad whose skin gleamed wet from the water trickling out of the fire hose nozzle draped around his broad, muscular shoulders. Brad who wore only a sexy smile and his yellow bunker pants, which hung dangerously low on his lean hips, held up by a single red suspender. Brad, whose gorgeous blue-green eyes seemed to bore into hers, inviting her to join him in a little water fun.
Her gaze skimmed over his defined pecs and ridged abdomen and she barely resisted the urge to fan herself. A small Cross of Saint Florian tattoo, the badge of firefighters, adorned his chest, right above the place where she’d feel his heart beat if she were to touch him.
“Nice hose, huh?”
Jayne’s voice yanked Toni from the stupor into which she’d fallen. To her dismay she was tracing her fingertip over his tattoo. She snatched her hand away as if the paper had burned her. “I didn’t know he’d posed for a calendar.”
“I think there’s a lot you don’t know about him-something he’d clearly like to change since he’s in here every week. And if you think it’s because he likes flowers, you’re nuts.”
Toni somehow managed to pull her gaze away from the photograph. “He asked me out again when he was here this morning.”
“Please tell me you said yes.”
“I said no.”
Jayne shook her head and pointed to the picture. “Are you crazy?”
“No, I’m
“Firefighter. I know. But who says you have to marry the guy? Just use him for sex.”
“What would Tim think if he heard you talking like this?” she asked, referring to Jayne’s studly husband, who owned Santa Rey’s largest surf shop.
“As long as
Bad? There was nothing bad about it. Mystified, she asked, “What’s his nickname?”
“Would you believe…Elf?”
“The hat.”
Toni’s gaze shifted to his head. And for the first time she noticed that a green hat, the sort Christmas elves in malls wore, was perched on his head at a rakish angle. “Oh.”
“Definitely not what one notices first about this picture,” Jayne said.
Toni hadn’t noticed it at all. “Uh…no.” She could think of a few nicknames the photo would inspire, and none of them were Elf. Steamy, for instance. Or Red-Hot. She doubted he cared for Elf, and she couldn’t blame him.
“He certainly has a nice body,” Jayne said, picking up her shears once again.
An understatement if Toni ever heard one. “Uh-huh.”
“And really nice eyes.”
“I guess.”
“And a great smile.”
“I suppose.” If you liked slightly crooked, devilish and devastatingly sexy smiles. She forced herself to snap the calendar closed then slipped it back in the shopping bag. After setting the bag beneath the counter, she once again returned her attention to the centerpieces.
“And lovely lips,” Jayne said.
Toni heaved an inward sigh. Really lovely lips. The kind that looked soft yet firm at the same time. The kind that undoubtedly knew how to kiss extremely well.
“After we finish these centerpieces, we need to start on the floral arrangement for the Chamber of Commerce,” Toni said.
“You’re changing the subject.”
“Yes, I am. Because there’s nothing left to discuss.”
“Has anyone ever told you you’re extremely stubborn?”
“Yes. My mother. And my nana. And my three brothers. And my sister.”
“Not your father?”
“I’m sure he would have if he’d been able to squeeze in a word around Mom, Nana and the siblings. Now, about the Chamber of Commerce arrangement…”
For the next hour, Toni kept the conversation strictly business. A steady stream of customers trickled in and she took several phone orders. She and Jayne had just finished the wedding arrangements when the door opened. Toni looked up from the box where she was packing the fragrant centerpieces. And stared. At Brad. At least she thought it was Brad. It looked like Brad, but his golden brown hair was flattened down and parted on the side. And what the hell was he wearing?
Her gaze skimmed over black-rimmed glasses whose hinges appeared held together by tape. A white dress shirt with half a dozen pens sticking out of the pocket. Black dress pants that were hiked up way too high on his waist which showed off the dreaded white socks/black shoes combo.
He walked toward her and she realized it was indeed Brad. He stopped in front of the counter and smiled. “Hi, Toni. Hi, Jayne.”
“Is that you, Brad?” Jayne asked, squinting at him.
“Sure is. How do you like my new look?”
“It’s, um, interesting,” Jayne said, clearly trying to be diplomatic.
“What do you think?” he asked Toni.
“You look kinda…nerdy.”
Instead of appearing insulted, he smiled. “Perfect. That’s how accountants are supposed to look, right?”
“So this is for a costume party?” Jayne asked with a laugh.
Brad shook his head. “No. It’s for a date.” He reached in his back pocket and pulled out a gift card. Toni instantly recognized it as the one he’d bought just an hour ago-dinner for two at Sea Shells. He set the card on the counter and pushed it slowly toward her. “You wanted an accountant-you got one. Have dinner with me.”
Warmth rushed through Toni at the gesture. It was funny and annoying and romantic and ridiculous, and to her
