She was out again. In those damn jean shorts. Jeb couldn't be mad, and if anything he balmed the pit in his stomach at seeing so much exposed skin on his religious upbringing. He sipped his coffee as he sat out on the back porch, attempting to prepare for his one day off from the station. However, he was afraid if he sat out here much longer, he'd waste is watching her.

As Jeb stood, tucking the paper under his arm her heard a voice call out to him that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

It was her.