Avri rushed to her law office from the courthouse, a couple blocks away. The fall Wyoming air was beginning to show signs of chilling, but she was ready for winter. There was just something about that first snowfallshe looked forward to it every year. Whenever she could, she walked to handle most of her errands throughout the day. The fresh air invigorated her, and she enjoyed interacting with the people on the street who she'd known personally most of her life.
She spun around at the sound of a motorcycle as it rumbled down the street. Her heart jumped into her throat while she held her breath, her eyes searchinguntil she saw the color. Black.
Damn it. After all this time she still couldn't prevent her body from reacting. Why did her hopes soar on the off chance it could be Dillon, the
