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My vision is still blurry when she rises, adjusts her skirt, and says, “Be right back.”

When I look down though, there’s a pair of panties on my lap. And they’re soaked. I’m going to need to make her come many, many times tonight to thank her for that five-minute drill.

A few minutes later, we get in the car with just enough time to take her to her little library. Time always seems to be running out with us, and the next six weeks will go by so much faster than I want them to. Once we’re on our way to the Upper Haight, I return to the thing that brought us together in the first place.

“We should figure out number six soon. Volunteer,” I say, reminding her of her aunt’s top ten list.

Along the way, we toss out ideas and maybe plans to pick one this weekend, and by the time we near the library we’ve narrowed it down to a few options. But when I pull up after passing the fire station, she gestures casually to the guys outside milling around the fire truck. “That reminds me. The Friends of the Library Association is having a pancake fundraiser at our library in partnership with the fire station this weekend. We’ll have to do our volunteering after.”

I glance back at the station. It’s teeming with guys who look like they belong on a fireman calendar. I grit my teeth, then breathe out hard. I breathe out fire. “With firemen?”

“Yes, that’s who usually works at a fire station,” she says dryly.

I stare back at the scene in front of the firehouse. Yeah, there’s easily a dozen firemen, the type that everyone crushes on. “I’ll pitch in at your fundraiser. That can be our number six.”

“But don’t you have morning skate? And a nap schedule to adhere to?” she asks, but she’s not being mean—just the woman who knows me so well.

“I do,” I reply, because she’s right. The fundraiser starts early though. “But I can serve pancakes, and still make it to the rink for morning skate, then hit the hay.”

“A regular superman,” Josie muses. “You’ll really help?”

One of the firemen seems to linger on my car—or more specifically, the woman inside it.

I growl. “Yeah. I’ll absolutely be there.”

Since no way am I letting the firemen snag a chance to hit on my sexy librarian.

She’s mine. Well, for another six weeks she damn well is, and fuck anyone who tries to take her.

33

IF YOU GIVE A PIG A PANCAKE

Josie

At work on Friday morning, I bite into a brownie, and it’s so sinfully good, I moan shamelessly. Eddie chews his and whimpers loudly. Thalia devours hers and groans for days. “Dolores can never leave us,” she says of the dark chocolate treat, courtesy of the children’s librarian.

Someday maybe they’ll feel that way about me. But I keep that thought to myself, focusing on my colleague’s baking prowess instead. “I swear, I’m going to find a way to get her brownie recipe from her.”

“Good luck, sister. I’ve been trying for years,” Eddie says, shaking his bald head.

“I can see why,” I say as we finish off our brownies before the vultures from circulation can descend on them. When we’re done, I head to the digital center on the second floor. Thalia catches up with me on the staircase. “Question for you, Josie. Do you think you could do a display for us at the fundraiser tomorrow? Of Your Next Five Reads recommendations?”

Did she just say a display? Like a display of books? I’m salivating. “Yes. For different combos of books?” It comes out like I’m on helium.

“Yes, maybe three or four sets total. Different genres for a table by the pancakes? To get the word out about the online recs you’ve been doing.”

“Yes,” I say. Possibly I sound louder than I do when Wesley makes me come.

That’s something he’s done every night this week. If I’d known having regular sex with your roommate was going to be so fun I’d have started it sooner.

“That would be great,” Thalia says, and I’m doubly excited for tomorrow—both to make a display and to spend more time with Wes.

I’m not so excited about my inbox though. I haven’t heard a word from the non-profit that sent me here. I’ve already gotten two rejections for grants. They were long shots, but still, it stings. Then, I found a job opening in Marin County earlier this week and submitted my application in mere seconds, only to be shot down the next day.

Talk about disheartening.

I try to remind myself that there’s time. Maybe I need to tell Thalia that I’d love to stay. What if she could help? What if she knows someone? I haven’t said a word yet because I wanted to prove I could do a good job first. Best not to come in hot in your first several weeks on a job and say hey, boss, can I stay?

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