Chapter 6

They talked about the station and the fire over the first beer, Honey and Broadway over the second. On the third, Xander talked him into leaving the dirty dishes for later, and grabbed two spoons and the ice cream container to carry over to the short couch.

“Any more beer, and I’m going to have to crash here tonight,” he said, handing over one of the spoons.

Aaron stretched his impossibly long legs in front of him. His pants were still damp from his jog with Honey, and his shirt clung to his broad shoulders and chest. He might as well have been sitting there naked.

“I bet this couch is more comfortable than where they’ve got you sleeping.”

Xander peeled the lid off the ice cream, tossing it onto the coffee table. “They’ve got me sharing with three other guys, two of whom are smokers.” He rolled his eyes. “Apparently, I’m the only one who thinks it’s ironic that firemen smoke.”