"I don't think I like that look on your face," Noah said, easing back into bed beside her and pulling her against his side.
Randi leaned against him, sliding her hand across the hard plane of his abs, hoping the contact would ease the tension gathering in her body again.
"What's up, babe?" His fingers danced idly up and down her arm. "I can smell something brewing in your brain." Suddenly his fingers stilled. "Wait. You're not still thinking of taking that job, are you?" When she didn't answer him he sat up, pulling her to a sitting position with him. "Randi?"
Oh, god. I knew this would happen.
"You've known for a long time, every since I got my EMT certification, that what I really wanted was to be a firefighter." She studied his face, looking for some clue that he would at least list
