Page 291 of His Virgin Romance Series

“She’ll do, won’t she?”

I shrugged. “Not my type,” I said.

Zack turned to me and frowned. “Excuse me?”

“What?” I asked, taking a slice of pizza.

“She’s exactly your type,” Zack pointed out. “Blond and blue-eyed and great body.”

My thoughts immediately flitted to Gabby, and I felt another wave of disappointment. It didn’t look like she was going to step into the station anytime soon. I had been on the cusp of asking some of the firefighters about her because they all seemed to recognize her name when I had mentioned it to them, but no one had offered me an explanation as to how they all knew her. In the end, I hadn’t asked after her. No one would give me a straight answer anyway. They’d probably just use that information against me, so I had decided to leave well enough alone.

“Hmm… maybe my attention has been caught elsewhere,” I admitted.

Zack turned and looked around. “Really?” he asked. “Which girl are you checking out?”

I smiled. “She’s not here, dude,” I said. “She’s a girl I met a short while ago.”

“Really?” Zack said, immediately interested. “Where?”

“Believe it or not, at the fire station.”

“Really?” Zack said, looking at me pointedly.

“She’s not a firefighter,” I explained. “She stopped by one day to bring cupcakes to the boys.”

“Ah, a Samaritan?”

“Apparently,” I said. “I didn’t really ask about the cupcakes—”

“Of course not,” Zack said, giving me a wink. “You were interested in other things.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “She was really cool,” I said, remembering the conversation we had shared and how easy it was to talk to her.

“Describe her to me,” Zack said.

“She was beautiful,” I said. “Pretty, cute, attractive… none of those words cut it for her. She was nothing else but beautiful. She was blond, but dark blond, you know… the kind of blond that has hints of chestnut and caramel and just the faintest hints of auburn where the light touches. And her eyes… man, you should have seen her eyes. They were the most amazing pure green I have ever seen. And they were light, so they stood out, but she didn’t look severe at all. They were the warmest moss green you could find.”

“Wow,” Zack said.

“What?”

“You are so an artist,” he said. “You just painted me a picture right there.”

“Sorry.” I smirked. “That was a bit of a long-winded description.”

“Hey, that’s what I asked for,” Zack said. “So tell me what happened? She stopped by the station with cupcakes and naturally you tried to charm her with your wit and intellect?”

“She’s studying music at Columbia,” I said. “She plays a few instruments too. She seems really well read and really passionate about what she does… when she spoke about music, it kind of reminded me of how I felt about my work.”

“And thus a connection was born,” Zack said.

“I thought so,” I sighed. “But then…”

“Then what?”

“I don’t know… we had a really great conversation, and I was pretty sure she was attracted to me—”

“How could she not be?” Zack cut in.

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