Chapter 62

VOLUME FOUR: BURN FOR YOU

It's just drinks.

But as she stepped out of her car, Delaney Newell smoothed her sweaty palms over the skirt she'd worn like she was on an actual date.

No. I wore a skirt like a girl who likes skirts.

Never mind that she hadn't actually done that in years. She did like skirts. When she wanted to look nice and show off her legs. It was just...there had been nobody she'd wanted to do that for in a long time. Nobody except Sean Murphy, her study buddy and the object of the deep and embarrassing crush she didn't have the courage to do anything about. The gorgeous, sexy firefighter, who hadn't seen her as anything but a classmate. Or so she'd thought, until he'd asked her out for drinks to celebrate the completion of their EMT certification.

She'd said yes. Of course she had. And then she'd spent the last few hours working herself up to an absolute dither analyzing what the hell it meant. Was it just a friendly gesture or was it more?