Fired Up(7)

She stared at him, wishing the answers to the questions she didn’t know how to ask were written on his face. Had he come here just to drop off a radio—or had he come here for her? And if she was the real reason for his pit stop, how did she feel about that? “You want to check the place out, be my guest. I won’t leave you down here where the bears can get you. Come on up. Do what you need to do.” She gestured for him to go first, though, because damned if he needed to know what she was—or was not—wearing beneath her towel. Having his hands and his eyes all over her second-best bra was embarrassing enough. “Sure, sha.” Rising gracefully to his feet, he swung himself up the ladder and started climbing hand over hand. The man certainly had a spectacular ass. She gave him a head start, hanging back some, because taking an inadvertent boot to the eye was painful and the view from here was fantastic. The muscles in that toned ass flexed beneath the Nomex with each step he conquered. When he r