Cheyenne fidgeted nervously as she sat in the truck seat next to Faulkner. He’d come back to her apartment later that afternoon just as he said he would. Cheyenne had spent the day freaking out about what she was supposed to wear to this “get-together” with his friends, what he was really doing with her, why she was even letting him come back and get her…and any other little thing that came to her mind.
This wasn’t her. First of all she wasn’t the type of woman to move so quickly with a man. Hell, the last man she’d dated, they’d dated for a month before he’d gotten to second base. Secondly, she wasn’t the kind of woman men fell for, but God, it felt nice. She’d daydreamed about Faulkner. Ever since she’d seen him in the grocery store, innocently shopping for food, she’d dreamed he’d take
