“Come on in.” Standing to his side, I extend my hand into the opened doorway. There’s not much to the apartment, but considering that it’s a two-bedroom apartment in lower Manhattan, it’s not too shabby. Jade and I decided to move here about a year ago. The six mile commute to the school was only a minor inconvenience and since Jade’s parents helped out considerably, I was pretty much along for the ride. Since it was a given that she’d have a job in the financial district, this was the best location for her career.

However, there’s a pile of laundry on one cushion of the couch. On top of which is of course my panties. “Sorry.” I toss everything into the basket on the floor in a rush. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I wasn’t expecting you either.” His softly spoken words stop me in my tracks.

Not wanting any weirdness to halt the conversation, I offer to make the coffee I promised him. Realizing I’m still holding Burning Desire, my newest firefighter romance, in my hand, I hide it behind my back. Quickly, hoping he doesn’t see it, I tuck the book in my laundry basket before showing him into the small kitchen.

If anyone ever judged me on my laundry skills, or lack thereof, I’d fail—miserably. Thank God, it was there today, though. Having to explain that book would have made my cheeks flame for sure.

David’s large body devours the tiny kitchen, his broad shoulders literally taking up the entire doorframe. On the tips of my toes, I reach up into the highest cabinet ever made and struggle to get down two mugs. With empty hands, I turn around to see David grinning like a fool at me. Arms folded across his chest, he’s simply standing there watching me lose the battle with the too-tall cabinet.

“Something funny?” I pull a face at him over my shoulder. Turning around, I lean back against the counter. He’s in front of me in two short strides, eyes heated and bright with amusement.

“Nope, nothing at all.” Smiling down at me, I can feel his low chuckle vibrate between us. Without having to reach up an inch, he opens the cabinet door and effortlessly pulls down two mugs, bathing me in his heat as he does so. “Looking for these?” Quirking up a brow, he lightly mocks my vertical deficiency.

Reaching around me, he places them on the counter. “Coffee’s up there, too.” My voice is thin and wispy, barely audible. With hardly a stretch, he pulls down the can of coffee, setting it beside the mugs. Instead of stepping away from me, as I’d expect him to do now that I have everything I need, he puts his hands on the counter, one on each side of me. Locking me in place, he continues to smile down at me. If I thought he ate up the space before, I was sadly mistaken.

“Anything else?” he asks, a playful lilt in his voice.

“No,” I choke.

Looking up into his dark eyes is as if I’m staring into the night sky. His pupils are so wide, the black erases the brown. The little sparks of light look like stars dotting the sky. It’s a look so precisely mixed with desire and hunger, laughter and mirth it stops my brain from functioning.

Granting me the space my body and my brain so obviously needs, he sits at the table and watches me fumble my way through making a pot of coffee. Though he’s not right next to me, I can feel his eyes on me, tracking me with each scoop and pour.

The cool air of the refrigerator helps me shake myself out of his heat-induced stupor long enough to ask if he wants milk or cream. After topping off each mug with cream, I sit next to David and slide him his coffee.

“So how was–”

“Sorry, I didn’t call when I said I would.” His words cut off the beginning of my question.

Shaking away his concerns, I want to appear as if the single day delay in his call didn’t even cross my mind. “Stop, it’s nothing to worry about.”

“One of the guys’ wives had a baby,” he explains, even though I hadn’t asked anything further. “She was early, too. So even though he had his time planned already, this came as a surprise.”

“Are they okay?” I gasp, sitting up straight.

“Yeah.” He dismisses my concerns with a smile from around the rim of his mug. “He called the station last night to let us know. The baby is in the NICU, but is doing really well.”

“So you had to stay the extra day then?”

Shaking his head, David places his mug down on the table. “No, it’s just that I didn’t have much to rush home to. The other guys, who were on that day, all had families waiting at home,” he adds as he absentmindedly stares out the window. “There was nowhere else I was needed, so I volunteered to stay.”

Dropping a hand delicately over his, I draw his attention back to me. “That was really sweet of you.” Squeezing his hand forces a lopsided and shy smile to spread across his handsome face.

A loud bang from the living room makes both of us jump from our seats, nearly knocking our coffee over in the process. “What the?” I call out, clutching a hand to my chest where my heart is beating wildly.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Jade curses as she tumbles through the room. “Crap, ow!” she yells after what I assume was her toe smashing into the desk.

Craning her head into the kitchen, she stops in her tracks when she sees David. “Oh, hi,” she manages to calm herself enough for a normal greeting.

“Everything okay?” I ask, shooting her the ‘this better be good’ look.

“Uh, well . . . sure . . . it’s nothing . . .” she stammers and though she’s trying to take the attention off her less than graceful entrance, I can tell whatever’s going on is certainly more than nothing.

“It’s just a huge dinner meeting with a prospective client was thrown on me at the last minute and I have,”—looking down at her watch, her eyes widen in panic—“shit, like fifteen minutes to get ready.”

“So go.” I shoo her away, wondering why the hell she’s still standing there when she now has about thirteen minutes to be out the door.

“It’s just . . . well, I didn’t mention, but . . . uh . . .”

“Spit it out already,” I declare, growing more and more impatient with every pause in her broken words.

Her eyes travel over to David and then back to me. “I need you to come with me,” she says quietly, angling her head down the hall toward her bedroom.

My brows knot together in confusion as I glare at her. “Excuse me for a minute, please.”

After pulling Jade into the back of the apartment where our bedrooms are, I quietly close the door behind us and ask her exactly why I need to go with her.

“What is your problem?” Crossing my arms over my chest, I rest against the closed door at my back. “You’re acting a touch crazed.” Pinching my finger and thumb together, I emphasize how insane she’s behaving.

“I need you to come with me because it’s not really a business dinner,” she explains, scurrying around the room.

“Okay.” Dragging the word out, I wonder what the hell she’s getting at.

“You can’t possibly be that dense can you?” Through all of her racing around the room, she somehow still manages to preserve enough energy to be monumentally sarcastic.

“Apparently, I am.” Huffing, I flop onto her bed as she rifles through her closet, tossing dress after dress next to me. “So why don’t you slow down, and tell me what the hell is going on.”

“Okay.” An odd look spreads across her face as she sits next to me. “But no matter what I say, you have to promise to say yes.” Her eyes narrow, holding me in their harsh stare. Sticking up her pinky, she waits for me to accept her terms.

“That’s an awfully lopsided agreement you’ve got there, missy.”

She says nothing, just pushes her pinky further into my face. The tiniest hint of a smile pulls at her lips as I wrap my pinky around hers. “I knew you’d go for it!” Her voice is a mixture of relief and victory.

“Whatever, just hurry up so I can get back out there.” Angling my head to the door, I’m anxious to get back to David.