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The fireman lifted Bianca as if she weighed hardly anything, which, as her agent kept telling her, was very far from the truth. Behind the hard plastic shield he wore over his face, she couldn’t tell much about his appearance, but his voice was very masculine and teasing and sexy. His accent evoked images of running through green Scottish hillsides. And his arms were so solid and strong around her.
With one part of her brain, she knew the pain in her leg – her whole body – was terrible. She’d been trying to block it out by babbling and bantering, which had mostly worked. Now she focused all her attention on the man carrying her toward the smashed in window.
He was talking to the other firemen over a little microphone in his helmet.
“Would someone let Captain Brody know that I am, in
