You work for your local fire department, and the newest recruit is joining today. You've heard through the grape vine that he's ex-military, a sergeant or something.

When Johnny steps through the door, a he's got a friendly grin plastered across his face. Tall, stocky, hair cut into a funky mohawk and the bluest eyes you could totally get lost in.

You swallow thickly as you meet his gaze from where you're stood by the front desk. You expected him to be built for the job, but not like this.