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Nate whistled cheerfully as he arrived at work on the day after Halloween, which would be forever known as the day he first got Bethany Morrison to come apart in his arms. Because he knew damn well it would happen again. The chemistry the two of them generated was too sensational to walk away from.
With Mr. Morrison gone, and the truth revealed, he’d wondered if Bethany would call it off between them. If anything, she was doing the opposite.
Worked for him.
In the firehouse, he woke up the night-shift guys, who’d both fallen asleep on the couches. Halloween was generally a busy night, and they’d responded to eight calls before things finally quieted down.
“Rise and shine, y’all. Don’t you have your own beds somewhere? This isn’t a hotel.”
He busted their balls until they took them
