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First published February 1, 2022
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Live Wire: A Steamy Friends to Lovers Firefighter Romance (MetroGen After Hours #1)
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The team was looking for a fight, and it looked like McClunis was going to be in for one. Lieutenant Matt Soto set down his cigarette and walked over, hoping he could deescalate before the scene degraded into a brawl.
This was the closest bar to Firehouse 15, and getting his team banished would crush his love life and piss him off.
Before Matt got there to break things up, someone else from one of the back corners shoved their way through the wall of people.
“I think that’s enough,” the blonde woman said. She was wearing a skimpy white tank top, heels, and a short blue skirt. Two solidly built guys backed her up on either side.
Despite the unnatural shade of her hair, Matt recognized her easily.
A pity Conley did not. “You stay out of this, bitch.”
“You hear that, boys? He called me a perra. I am very upset.”
Conley paused since he had not expected her response.
She fluffed her fake blonde hair, a full head taller than McClunis, and stuck out her six times more curves. “What shall I do?”
Matt squeezed his way through the bodies to confront his firefighter. “This is Officer Isadora Reyes from the Second Precinct.”
“Who wants a nice, friendly drink with us? All friendly like.” Reyes actually smiled, while McClunis had been unable to form the same with her lips earlier.
Matt crossed his arms over his chest. “We would love a drink.”
“I’ll buy drinks for everyone, including our boys in blue,” McClunis volunteered.
“Apologize to both ladies,” one of the police officers said, “before Reyes drills two holes in your ass.”
“Two rounds of drinks,” McClunis upped the ante.
Unsurprisingly, the entire bar cheered, and the two other police officers escorted McClunis to buy the beer.
“Thanks,” Matt said to Izzy as the crowd dispersed. “I was getting there.”
“Yeah, sure you were.”
“I was. She’s new to the firehouse, and she’s gonna have to get a thick skin. She is our first woman.”
“Yes, I know. Women. Such bitches," Izzy said, stone-faced. A few nurses joined the firefighters now the fight was over, which would sweeten tempers.
“Will I get bitched at if I buy you a drink for your trouble?” Mateo beckoned her to the bar. His previous nurse had attached herself to one of the firefighters from B-shift.
“Tequila.”
He waved for the bartender and checked back on his team. McClunis and the officers carried six pitchers of beer back to the tables. One of the police officers pulled out a chair for McClunis and was sitting closer than was necessary. She didn’t appear to notice and was talking animatedly to Carl and a few other guys from B-shift, who had opted to sit nearby at their table. “Do I need to worry about this?”
“That another fight’s going to break out or he’s gonna see if the carpet matches the drapes?” Isadora asked.
A definite cherry on top, as Matt couldn’t say he liked that possibility. He’d be super pissed if McClunis soured their relationship with the local PD. “Can it be both?”
“It’ll be no different from when any of my other ladies hook up with one of your guys. Or when they bang a nurse,” Isadora reminded him, since the firemen of 15, including himself, were not always discreet about their liaisons with MetroGen or Cleveland PD.
MetroGen and the Second Precinct were still speaking to them. “You win.”
“Women don’t ruin everything. Guys bring plenty down on themselves. Otherwise I wouldn’t be dressed like this.”
He took a meandering examination of her outfit and makeup. It was much louder than he remembered her wearing in the past, but the last time he’d seen her up close had been the day of her cousin Benicio’s funeral a few years back. Her black-on-black ensemble that day in no way resembled her neon blue eyeliner and heavy mascara. “I remember your hair being less bright. And your makeup…”
“Less like a stoplight? I’d hope not at the cemetery,” she joked and sipped her Tequila.
“You used to be over in the Fourth Precinct, right?” While he wasn’t sad to see her, the Second Precinct handled the hospital area. “You got transferred here?”
“Just here for the summer. Another officer is on maternity leave, which is why I’m in this lovely get-up.”
“It’s very attractive.” Matt deliberately took a long look below her collarbone to where her breasts were on excellent display.
“I’m a streetwalker.” She pointed to her boobs. “Pushup bras are amazing, aren’t they?”
“No opinion here, though I expect they got you plenty of attention.” Matt hadn’t expected her to encourage him to ogle them. Rather than let himself cross a line, he lit a new cigarette.
“You would not believe the number of men who offered me drugs or money.” She finished her shot. “So, you got this year’s newbies at the firehouse. How is that going?”
“I think you pretty much saw,” Mateo said.
“Lots of passion?”
“Very true.” He ordered another beer and took a slow drag of his cigarette. Captain Cordova had not been pleased to discover Firehouse 15’s vacancy had been filled by a woman. Like Matt, the existence of two women within Cleveland Fire had been tolerable in the abstract to his captain. It became less exciting when it was staring him in the face.
And Hector Mondragon wasn’t known to go easy on anyone. Still, he couldn’t look at the tiny Leslie McClunis and not think Hector had been overly generous on her evaluations. Even if she was ready for the job, the social disruption of a woman being in what had been a men’s only space was a struggle Mateo did not relish.
“It will fade. They’ll get used to her. If the police can, so can firefighters.”
The troublesome wildcat herself walked up to the bar right next to them and ordered three vodka shots. “I’m on may way out, but I figured I’d get one for the road with the fearless leaders of police and fire.”
“Cheers.”
They clicked their glasses and downed their shots. Leslie walked out with nary a stagger despite Matt’s count of her consumption of five drinks in under an hour. “I hope she gets home okay.”
“Actually, I think she’ll have help.” Izzy jerked her head at the two police officers mingling and sharing beers with the firefighters. One of the police officers brought over a new pitcher, poured a round, and appeared to be on his way out.
Matt ordered another beer, understanding Isadora’s meaning. “You think the two of them, even though they just met?”
His objection sounded ridiculous because he’d picked up his share of women at this very bar. He must have been getting prudish the closer he got to forty.
“I think you’re spending way too much time thinking about that canelo, because you haven’t noticed I’ve been hitting on you.” Izzy used the word for cinnamon to describe McClunis’s hair.
His head snapped back around. She didn’t sound pissed, but more amused. “My bad. I guess my brain was still on duty.”
She sipped his beer. “Are you going to leave me hanging? We didn’t just meet.”
That was very true. They’d run in the same circles for years and on occasion had worked together for a common cause, particularly in her family’s sad situation. However, she’d been married then, and she’d never indicated any interest before today.
Her wedding ring, he knew, was three years in the grave, just like the age of her cousin’s tombstone.
“Why today?”
“I spent a full shift being someone else and getting hit on by guys who ‘slimy’ doesn’t even being to describe. What’s wrong with seeing what happens with someone I actually know?”
Resolving to forget the firehouse and its newest member, Mateo took her hand, which was as tan as his own. “In that case, would you like to take a walk?”
She tapped her chin. “Can you put in a little more effort?”
“Querida, it would honor me to take a walk with you to the desired location of your choice—be it my place or yours.”
To help him out, she leaned forward to show off her curves and licked her lips.
His cock twitched in response and jumped when she set his hand on her thigh. The small calluses on her right hand caressed the larger calluses of his left. Hers were probably from her cuffs and night stick. His were from gloves and hoses, drilling every day.
Guess he’d find out soon enough.
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Live Wire: A Steamy Friends to Lovers Firefighter Romance