Foxburg Falls, Oregon
Hunter Sullivan gazed across the street, casually watching the main door to the police station. He knew that Ferguson got to work around this time every morning, and he glanced at his watch. Cordelia sat next to him, drinking a coffee and reading a newspaper.
She was leaning against his arm, the very picture of a content wife. He felt her heat and softness, and a part of him wanted to pull her close, as close as possible.
She looked up at him now. “Rick?”
“Yeah, hon?”
“You want anything else to eat?”
His dark eyes sparkled down at her. “Maybe another cinnamon bun. They’re good here, huh?”
“They sure are.” Cordelia got to her feet and stretched a bit. Hunter averted his eyes as the movement pulled her t-shirt tight across those luscious breasts. “I’ll get one f
