A sense of mischief came over her as she thought about greeting Jake at the front door, absolutely naked. Yeah, one of these days, she’d have to do exactly that. Instead, she left the top three buttons undone, just enough to show the red lace bra beneath her lipstick red blouse. She couldn’t wait until he got a look at her matching underwear beneath her short jean skirt—that ought to spin his spurs. She dabbed orange blossom perfume between her breasts, at her wrists and behind her knees. Her nipples were already tingling, and her panties wet at the thought of enjoying Jake like she had last night. A sharp knock sounded. With Blue trotting at her heels, Dee hurried across the tile floor to the front door. Heart racing in anticipation, she flung open the door—but found Kev Grand on her porch, not Jake. “Heya, Kev.” Dee managed to keep the smile on her face and the disappointment out of her voice. “What brings you to the Flying M this morning?” Kev pushed up the brim of his straw western hat, his hazel eyes traveling over her breasts in a slow perusal.
