He could tell by the faint whiff of perfume that Cheyenne was already there. Moving to the small breakfast bar, he sighed with relief as he unholstered his weapon and spare magazines, depositing the tools of his trade on the counter. The gentle rustle of footsteps announced her approach from behind. Wrapping her arms around his chest in a welcoming embrace, she balanced on her tiptoes and whispered in a sultry voice, “Welcome home, Ranger.” “How long have you been here?” he asked, pivoting to return the hug. “I got off an hour early and decided to surprise you,” she responded with a suggestive wink. In a glance, Zach understood her meaning, the tall girl clad in nothing but one of his dress shirts. “I know that officers of the law don’t like surprises, but I have a sneaky suspicion that today will be an exception,” she flirted. Zach needed no more prompting, pulling the girl tight against him, his passions escalating.
