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of putting it on before returning to the soft, sexy woman on the bed.
    He rose up on his knees, the head of his cock poised at the entrance to heaven. “Still want to stop?”
    Her eyes fluttered open and a slow, lazy smile spread across her face.
    “I think I can stand a little more fun.”
    He thrust into her depths and spots danced in front of his eyes from the sheer ecstasy of entering her. It was paradise on earth. After he slid his cock almost all the way out, he paused to tease both of them. A lazy smile crossed her face.
    Knock, knock, knock.
    “Fuck,” he whispered. Dax scowled at the door, willing away whoever was interrupting their sex.
    “Dax, are you in there?” Hannah spoke through the door. “Your phone’s been ringing off the hook and Clint just called me. There’s a fire.”
    His responsibility as volunteer fire chief trumped some morning delight with Sophie, no matter how much he wanted to push himself back inside her.
    “Yeah, I’m here. Be there in a minute.” He saw the regret in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Soph.”
    She didn’t speak as he rolled off and pulled on his clothes as fast as he could. There weren’t many fires in Tanger and to have two so close together was suspicious.
    “It could turn out to be someone’s trash burning.” He yanked on his shirt. When he popped his head through he found Sophie almost dressed. “What are you doing?”
    “I’m not staying here with Hannah. I’m coming with you.”
    “I can’t think about you right now. I’ll have Myron come by to pick you up.” He jogged out of the guest room and down to his own. Snatching up his boots, he turned and ran straight into Sophie.
    “There’s not a chance you’re going to leave here without me.” She had already dressed and pulled on her own boots. Hell, she had her damn messenger bag on her shoulder and was currently twisting her hair into some intricate knot.
    Instead of answering, he ran down the stairs. That’s when he heard the siren from the firehouse wailing in the distance. How could he have missed it?
    Easy answer. He was busy sticking his dick where he shouldn’t be. Sophie was beautiful, smart and intelligent, but she was his past. She made it very clear there was no future. It was a quick fuck. Or two. He shouldn’t be disappointed and he damn sure shouldn’t be feeling a pain in his heart.
    He grabbed his replacement phone from the charging station by the door and slammed outside, Sophie hot on his heels. She definitely had the speed required to keep up with him.
    He wasn’t sure if he should be impressed or pissed.
    They reached the truck and he threw himself in, starting the truck even as he closed the door. He flipped on the flashing lights in the back and front windows. Sophie didn’t miss a beat, climbing in like an acrobat. He continued to ignore her and dialed Clint from the phone. Thank God he’d picked up a burner at Madison’s yesterday or he’d have had to ask Sophie to use hers. It only took half a ring before his cousin picked up.
    “Where the fuck are you?” His angry voice almost busted Dax’s eardrum.
    “On my way. What’s going on?”
    “Fire out behind the jail in the old building. Kyle’s fixing to have kittens.” A few shouts and the sound of the pumper truck siren sounded in the background. “Get your ass over here. I’ve got your shit with me.”
    Clint hung up and Dax grimaced at the phone. “That’s not a coincidence.”
    “What’s going on?”
    Should he tell her? She was an insurance investigator and had no personal stake in Tanger or its residents. He should thank her for the memories and tell her to go home.
    Dax opened his mouth to say just that, but the words didn’t come out. Not the words he should have said anyway.
    “The old jail is burning. A week after the restaurant burned.”
    She didn’t say anything for a few beats. “Someone is burning the older buildings in town.”
    “That’s what I thought too. Then I took into account the