Cheyenne opened her eyes and groaned. She knew exactly where she was and everything she’d said and done the night before. She would’ve been happy if she could’ve forgotten it all, but she wasn’t so lucky.
Last night, Faulkner had pulled up to her apartment building and helped her out of the car. He’d half carried, half walked, her up to her apartment and taken her keys out of her hand when she couldn’t seem to get the key into the lock.
Cheyenne was embarrassed Faulkner had seen her apartment. She was a slob, as he’d claimed to be. She knew it, but it was her little secret. Not anymore. She wasn’t going to agree with him when he’d talked about how he didn’t like to pick up his clothes from the floor. It was somewhat manly and macho when a man did it, but when a woman had a messy house, s
