Page 159 of Some Like It Hot

His hip gave out way before anything else, but he confessed to me later that he truly wondered if his lungs were going to explode.

“I guess maybe I thought you guys had more important things to do,” Blake tells them. “You know, like saving lives and keeping us all safe. But clearly you’re able to just fuck around. So come on in.”

Luke shakes his head. “Nah. He’s just messing with you. But we did want to stop by and say congratulations.”

“Thanks man,” Blake says, extending his hand and shaking both of theirs. “But seriously stay. If you’re not working.”

“We’re off shift,” Wyatt says quickly. “We wouldn’t do this if we were actually still on the clock.”

"If you’re gonna stay, you should maybe move the big red truck with the flashing lights," Aidan says dryly.

I am shaking my head as Simon pulls me over to the side. “How the hell did we end up in love with a hockey player and a firefighter and all of their crazy people?” he asks me.

I grin up at him. “Just very, very lucky I guess.”

He leans down and kisses me. “Exactly right.”

The party keeps going long past our reserved time and when I notice the clock, I start to worry until Simon assures me that he’s taking care of it with the restaurant management.

It really is nice to be sleeping with a billionaire sometimes.

Okay, oftentimes. Especially this particular billionaire.

“Uh, oh,” Simon says an hour later from where I’ve finally dropped into a chair and kicked off my heels.

I look up. “What? I don’t like uh, oh.”

“Blake‘s sister is single, right?”

I look around and spot her across the room. I immediately see what Simon’s uh oh is about. “As far as I know.”

“She looks very sweet.”

Brooke does look sweet. She has an innocent air about her. She also doesn’t wear much make-up and her hair and clothes are simple and understated. In other words, very different from me. But I love her and we get along great.

But she looks small and a little overwhelmed at the moment with Aidan’s two best firefighter friends standing on either side of her. She’s laughing though, even as her eyes are wide.

“How old do you think Luke is?” I ask. “He’s at least your age.”

Simon nods. “I’d say probably forty.”

Simon is thirty-seven and I’m twenty-seven, and Blake has never said a word about our age difference. Brooke is in her twenties.

I have a feeling that his sister hanging on every word of the forty-year-old guy who is looking at her right now with heated appreciation might catch his attention though.

“I think he might have a problem with Wyatt as well,” Simon says. “He is probably your age, but he is clearly a player.”

Oh, for sure. Wyatt exudes confidence and I’m-a-good-time.

They’re also both extremely good-looking and fuck, they’re firefighters. I don’t know any straight female who could totally resist that.

“Yeah, Brooke is quiet. And from what I’ve gathered, she doesn’t date. Like at all,” I tell Simon.

“Should we intervene?” Simon asks.

I don’t love that idea. Brooke’s a big girl. And she doesn’t look uncomfortable. More…wonderstruck.

“They’re both good looking and very charming and they’re good guys. I think she knows that all she has to do is say the word and they’ll leave her alone.”

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