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“Enough already!” Maggie stood beside his door the moment Palo landed the helo.
She was wearing a wide-brimmed goofy white sun hat with her mechanics coveralls—which she’d hacked off as short shorts. The woman was so damn cute he couldn’t stand it.
He was just in from the last run of their fifth day on the Chico fire. It was half an hour to sunset and the little MD 520Ns didn’t have the expensive, and heavy, gear to be night-certified. Just as well, they needed eight hours rest out of every twenty-four and that’s about all the darkness there was this time of year.
He was hot, sweaty, hungry, and tired.
He was hot for the little slip of a mechanic standing there with her fists propped on the toolbelt hanging slantwise on those ever-so nice hips. Getting sweaty with her sounded even
