You had a package. It was torn, so I looked in.โ She lifted one of a stack of firefighter calendars, with his own mug and half-naked body on the cover. โNice,โ she said, a ghost of a smile crossing her lips. โMr. 2008.โ He bit back a sigh. โItโs for charity.โ โAnd you definitely contributed.
Jill ShalvisA small part of her secretly hoped she caught him in bed. But that really was a very small part. The bigger part hoped he was in the shower.
Jill ShalvisI want you to know, chickens arenโt sexy. Not to me.โ This was met with silence. โAre you there?โ She was slurring her words now, which was embarrassing, so she took a deep breath. โCam? Can you hear me?โ โYes, chickens arenโt sexy. UhโฆI donโt think theyโre meant to be.
Jill Shalvis