Park Ranger Mike Garrett entered Safeway at 6 a.m. as was his habit. He sauntered up to the bank of donuts along one wall, plucked two crullers into a paper bag and approached the bakery counter, looking for Katie. He spied her in the back by the mixing bowl. She was measuring flour into the vat to make a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies. Looking up from her task to check the front, she saw a tall man in forest-green uniform standing there with a boyish grin.
“Ranger Mike, what can I do for you this morning?” She started the mixing bowl and walked up front.
“Katie, darling, what have you got planned for this afternoon?“
The man was like a tenacious dog tugging on a knotted rope. She had to admit he was breaking down her defenses. There were those dimples again and t
