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top. Sabrina only hoped that Nya had been professional with Mason in the reception area.

      “Maybe I can help you here while you do the shoot?” Nya offered.

      “Nya!” Sabrina made a face. “What’s gotten into you?”

      Sabrina shooed her silently, hoping that Mason had not overheard any of their conversation. She had to admit that this behavior was a little out of character, even for man-crazed Nya.

      And it wasn’t that Sabrina didn’t enjoy a good-looking man as much as the next woman, but she certainly knew how to be professional.

      “Go get him, please,” Sabrina reiterated. “And please be professional,” she added in a hushed voice.

      Once Nya left the room, Sabrina went over to the octagonal softbox light that she had set up, and fussed with it. She heard his footsteps, but still didn’t look behind her, preferring to appear busy.

      “Ms. Crawford?”

      Sabrina turned. And just like that, the air left her lungs in a rush. Instantly, she understood why Nya had been out of sorts. Mason Foley was indeed a stunningly gorgeous man.

      When Sabrina had seen his picture on her computer, she had deemed him to be a fine specimen of a man. One who would surely be a hit with the ladies when the calendar was produced. In fact, she had already figured that a picture with him would be great on the cover.

      But her reaction to him now was visceral. And for a moment, she was bereft of words.

      Totally unlike her.

      He took a step into her studio, seeming to fill the space with his tall muscular frame. “You’re Ms. Crawford, right?”

      It was then that Sabrina realized that she had not moved since seeing him, and she forced one foot in front of the other until she reached him. She outstretched her hand and offered him a smile. “Sorry. I just...” She just what? Was taken aback by his good looks? Surely she couldn’t tell him that. “I didn’t expect that you would be so tall,” she finally said. “How tall are you?”

      “Six foot six,” he told her.

      “Oh, wow.” Realizing that her tone had been filled with awe, Sabrina frowned slightly. What was wrong with her? She felt flushed, and her heart was beating faster than normal. It had been a long time since just looking at a man had set her heart aflutter like this.

      The pictures she had seen of him did him no justice. In person, there was a quality to him that radiated throughout the room. A charisma that made him instantly likable.

      Glancing beyond Mason, she saw that Nya was standing in the doorway, a dreamy look on her face. Sabrina cleared her throat before speaking. “Nya, would you put the kettle on?” She faced Mason. “Would you like some tea, coffee, water? We also have a variety of juice.”

      “Just a bottle of water, that’d be great.”

      “Is there anything else I can get for you?” Nya asked. “I can run out and get some sweets from the bakery across the street, if you like...”

      Sabrina widened her eyes as Mason turned to look at Nya, silently trying to tell her friend to take it easy.

      “Just the water,” Mason told her.

      And when he turned back to look at Sabrina, she felt a definite charge. Goodness, it wasn’t simply that he was good-looking. What Sabrina felt was undeniable attraction for this man.

      She turned, walking toward the backdrop, determined to rid herself of whatever had taken over her being. “You brought your gear?” she asked.

      “Yes. It’s in the reception area. I figured I would ask you how you want to do this first. You might want to take a couple of shots of me wearing this before I change.”

      Mason was wearing jeans and a white cotton shirt that was unbuttoned down to his mid chest with the sleeves rolled up. There was an easy confidence to the way he walked, and Sabrina got the sense that he knew exactly how he affected women.

      Sabrina could easily take photos of him in what he was wearing, and probably make a fortune selling them to GQ magazine. But this shoot was for the firefighter’s calendar, and that meant taking photos of him in his uniform. In full gear, partial gear and in his dress uniform. She would take a variety of pictures and decide which ones were best. But if he looked as good without his shirt on as she expected, she had a feeling that the best photos of Mason would be ones with him wearing only his fire retardant pants and suspenders. She was certain those would be a hit with the women.

      “Actually, if you could show me what you brought, that would be great.” She spoke the words and knew that her voice sounded a little wispy. “We can decide from there what’s best for you to wear, but I definitely want you in your uniform.” She paused. “How do you feel about going shirtless?”

      “I have no problem with it. I’m yours to do with as you please.”

      Sabrina had to do everything in her power not to react with a sound of carnal lust. The suggestive nature of what he’d said had her coming undone.

      Which was ridiculous. Obviously, his words hadn’t had any secret meaning. She had seen many attractive men before, photographed plenty of them. Why was she so flustered around this one?

      “It’ll all be tasteful, of course. And as long as you look good with your shirt off, I’m sure the shots will come out great.” She smiled. “Oh, there’s Nya with your water. I’m not sure if I actually introduced you, but Nya is my personal assistant and also one of my best friends. So anything you need, feel free to ask her.”

      Nya approached him with the bottle of water, her eyes wide, as though she were a deer caught in headlights.

      “Thank you,” Mason said as he accepted the bottle of water.

      As he took it in his left hand, Sabrina surreptitiously checked out his ring finger. It was bare.

      Nya continued to stare, and Mason gave her an odd look. “I—I’m sorry that I’m staring. It’s just that I don’t see men like you coming into the studio.”

      Sabrina narrowed her eyes. “Forgive my assistant—”

      “It’s just that you’re so tall.”

      “Six foot six.”

      “And you went into firefighting instead of basketball?” Nya shook her head, as though she couldn’t understand what he had been thinking.

      “Nya,” Sabrina said. “Can you please call back the Johnsons to make sure they got my message about changing their appointment time?”

      “Of course,” she said. Then, to Mason, “You’re sure I can’t get you anything else?”

      “We’re fine,” Sabrina said, her tone firm.

      “Okay. Well, you know where I am if you need me.” Nya’s smile was syrupy as she stepped backward out of the studio, before finally turning and heading toward the front office.

      “All right.” She faced Mason again. “If you’d put on your entire outfit, helmet and all, that would be good.” She figured it would be best to start with him in his full uniform, and then he could take off the layers, as she deemed necessary.

      “Sounds good. Where should I get changed?”

      “When you go back out to the front, you’re going to see a door on your left. That’s the washroom. Feel free to get changed in there. Or, if you need more space, I can let you get changed in here and I can wait out front until you’re ready. Whichever works best for you.”

      “I’ll figure it out.”

      As Mason headed out of the studio, Sabrina couldn’t help eyeing his long, muscular frame.

      She then mentally reprimanded herself for being so distracted by the man’s good looks and made her way over to her Canon 5D. She checked to

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