Crap, how does everyone not go insane trying to decide on what to use for these? I finally went with part of the scene where James and Mason are introduced. FYI the book is told from Jame's POV
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The guy was talking with Kent about the types of calls our little rural fire department got and about how often it happened. I stood a little ways off from them, politely waiting for Kent to introduce us when they finished up. And if I took the opportunity to covertly look the guy over, who would know?
He was about six feet tall, which made him an inch or two taller than me. He was also a bit broader than me, and it was definitely a bigger bone frame that gave him the size. His white T-shirt was a little tight and wet, clinging to him in such a way it proved beyond a doubt the guy was fit. He wasn’t in any way close to being a freak of nature or body builder type of muscle bound. But he was definitely built. I was so glad that today was truck washing day.
His face was turned partially away from me so I couldn’t see his eye color or the exact shape of his face without tipping everyone off to what I was doing. So I just took in the dark brown hair with a little bit of a red tint to it. Cut a little long and shaggy, it looked casual and I liked it. It was a nice length. Just long enough to hold on to while you… Better stop that train of thought before certain parts of me proved that they still functioned in spite of the ‘dating drought’. If I wasn’t careful, I’d end up giving Tosh more ammo for later.
Too late. My phone gave the message tone assigned to only her texts. I mentally kicked myself for picking that particular one when I was ticked at her the other night.
Kent turned and asked, “Is that a braying donkey?”
I sighed. “Yes.”
“Let me guess. That’s Tosh texting you.” He didn’t say it as a question, just assumed it was his wife.
“You didn’t use the crazy bitch one?”
I sighed and explained for the new guy’s benefit. “I was annoyed, not pissed off this time.”
It looked like it took some effort, but Kent managed to choke down his laughter and turned back to the newbie. Poor guy was looking a little confused at the thought of a volunteer having those ringtones set for the fire chief’s wife.
Kent took pity on him and explained. “This is James Hara. He is my wife’s best friend. Has been since they went to college together. James, this is Mason Sullivan. He just moved to the area and wants to help out.”
While I traded hellos with him, I finally had the chance to look him fully in the face. I just about swallowed my tongue.
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