One Touch

…She knew it was a risky choice, but these were her friends—men she worked with every day. How could she not take care of them? Healing was her gift—and curse—why couldn’t she help them? At least that’s how she justified her actions. Then she’d learned that a news reporter was going to be spending a month with them for a special interest feature. Panic flared through her body, setting off minute electrical shocks to her system. Fearful she’d been discovered, her first instinct was to run. Then Ken Dutton had walked into the firehouse.

Hormones she’d suppressed kicked into overdrive. Her knees buckled, her body quaked, and lust overrode every ounce of common sense she possessed. It might not have been so bad, except those olive green eyes of his locked onto her the second he arrived. His bright smile widened. Sunlight pouring through the open bay doors glinted off the golden highlights in his brown hair. He boasted a physique that could have easily lumped him in with her male counterparts. It was all Lucy could do to keep her hands to herself. Instead, she busied herself by taking over the cooking. A month and he’d be gone.

That was two weeks ago. She hadn’t counted on the fact that he would pursue her…and leave her giggling like a horny teenager in the process…