Cheyenne waved to David, her relief operator, and headed out the door. Faulkner had texted her ten minutes ago to say he was outside and ready whenever she was.
She’d closed up her station and explained what had gone on that night to David. Luckily, so far it had been pretty quiet, all things considered. She put her purse over her shoulder and pushed out into the dark parking lot.
Faulkner was parked under one of the lights in the lot and was standing outside leaning against the passenger door of his truck. Cheyenne walked toward him with a wide happy smile on her face.
Suddenly feeling shy, and not really knowing why, they’d talked on the phone almost every day, but it was different being face to face with Faulkner again. It was much easier to bare your soul to someone when you weren’t
