Enamored: A Steamy Valentine's Day Romance

What happens when you you get the ladies of MetroGen downtown for a drunk brunch? They start talking, and all the secrets come out. From first loves to the hospital bad boy to the forbidden sex, the secrets are hot and the kisses hotter.

Because they're here to plan a fake wedding and you can't do that until you spill all the tea and refil that mimosa!

"This is how the fake wedding questionnaire starts. ‘Congratulations, you have been identified as an excellent potential member of the bridal party who has had a significant impact on the bride/groom and/or important contribution to the fire department,’” Leslie read the top line on the packet of papers and started handing them out.

“Oh, I get it now,” Jennifer said. “I was one of the two first female members of the fire department.”

“And also check a very important demographic box,” Leslie said.

“Definitely. Cleveland is crawling with Filipina women married to Puerto Rican guys.”

“They’re casting a wide net,” Kyra read her paperwork. “Does this really ask me which Hollywood Chris I prefer?”

“Probably because Chief Baker fits the blonde, blue eyed, and fit demographic. Check the next page,” Eliza suggested, turning to the full-color picture of Chief Baker from his winter Most Eligible Bachelor photo shoot. “See?”

“Don’t remind me. He got a ridiculous amount of fan mail,” McClunis said. “As if the most important part of being Fire Chief is how attractive he is.”

“Clearly it’s a big deal,” Eliza said. “I spent five minutes in an elevator with him once, which probably doesn’t make me an authority on which Chris he resembles most.”

“Which Chris is the quietest? Or more calculating? Quiet and calculating best describes the Chief.” Kyra clarified, "He’s not my type. I personally prefer my White guys to be loud Browns fans."

“Umm, I guess Chris Pine,” Kayla said. “Though Chris Evans possibly. I feel Chris Hemsworth is too bulky since his first Thor film, and Chris Pratt is waayy too quippy. Though I feel at the same time that Chris Pine’s understated performance in the Wonder Woman movies over his Star Trek outings might be a better reflection.”

“Right,” Eliza said. “This might be a sign I’m letting you watch too many Marvel movies with the kids.”

“How about we skip worrying about the Chris selection and aim for a wedding question?” Jennifer suggested instead.

“Fine, describe the ideal color for our skin tone and give an example of your current beauty routine,” Leslie said.

“Umm, brown, orange, and my beauty routine involves hoping to get a shower without the baby vomiting on me,” Kyra said.

Eliza had a wicked grin. “So, the next four questions about nail care don’t apply to you? I’m not sure they should apply to the wedding. Surgeons aren’t allowed to have painted nails.”

“I found a better question. What is your favorite sexual position?” Leslie read.

“It does not say that!” Jennifer tried to whack Leslie on the arm, and the paper landed on the pancakes.

Eliza tossed them back to Jennifer and read the actual next question. “Perfect wedding gift for a Valentine’s Day wedding?”

“His and hers Browns jerseys,” Kyra said without hesitation.

“Box of good chocolates, Doctor Who on DVD, and a bottle of wine,” Kayla suggested.

“Condoms to go with the wine,” Leslie said, rubbing her pregnant belly. “Look where it got me.”

“An exploded fire truck,” Jennifer announced, crossing her arms.

“A what?” Eliza said. “Though I do want to write it down for fun.”

“I got an exploded fire truck for Valentine’s Day this year,” Jennifer said. “Leslie?”

“I did not give you an exploded firetruck for Valentine’s Day. It was an exploded ambulance. Exploded fire truck was a different time in the past year.”

“Okay, I’m gonna bite. Did this happen at Firehouse 15 in January?” Kayla was quite interested, Leslie noted.

“It happened at 15. A lot,” Leslie admitted. "Let me explain..."