Sam pauses mid-sip when she hears the distinct rumble of a bike she knows all too well. A flash of excitement erupts inside of her as she sets down her mug haphazardly, hops off her kitchen stool, and races, closing the distance to the front door in record time.
A turn of the knob and there he is…looking sinfully handsome in his black leather jacket, jeans, dark shades and sporting that devilish grin meant just for her.
“Well…Are you coming, Carter?”














