Claire Daniels is good at a lot of things, but dating isn't one of them. Although she enjoys men of all different shapes, colors, and sizes, she has one requirement: they must have a job on her approved-occupation list. It has to be safe, so they can come home every night, which means no cops, pilots, doctors, ranchers, and absolutely no firefighters. She's kept to her rules thus far-as long as you ignore the tiny crush she has on Trevor Allen, a crush that cannot move toward anything physical because Trevor is a firefighter and a rancher. Not to mention, he's four years younger than she is and the brother of her two best friends. Still, it sure would be nice to have him put out her fire. Trevor Allen also has a few rules when it comes to Claire Daniels: no staring, flirting, smokin' hot fantasies, or touching of any kind. He's been lusting after Claire his whole life, but with a steady stream of willing women and two demanding jobs to hold his attention, he's somehow managed to keep his hands off her. Until they end up in a bathroom together-a small bathroom with very little room to move, leaving him pressed against Claire's lush curves. What's he supposed to do when she looks up at him with those big, green doe eyes and licks her lips? The only thing he can do: kiss the hell out of her, then convince her it can't happen again. Too bad he can't convince himself.