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A pounding on her front door woke Evie up bright and early the next morning. Sean sat bolt upright in bed. “My boots. Where are my boots?”
“Shhh, it’s okay, Sean. It’s not a fire.” She slid out of bed and pulled on shorts and a Sky View Gallery t-shirt. “It’s probably Brianna or Suzanne.”
She hurried to her front door and peered out the peephole. Blinking, she tried to make sense of what she saw on her front stoop.
Men.
Extremely fit, very attractive men. Four of them. They didn’t seem to have a spare ounce of body fat between them. She recognized Josh, but not the others.
She opened the door and gazed in amazement at the selection of male hunkiness staring back at her.
“Hi, Evie,” said Josh finally. “Is Sean here?”
“Who…uh…who wants to know?” If this was some kind of firefighte
