The screen door creaked open as Jack stepped inside, his boots heavy against the floor. He smelled of sawdust and sweat, the kind of long day only hard work could carve into his shoulders. Tossing his cap onto the counter, he looked over and found you there — the one sight he had been waiting on since sunrise. His grin tugged crooked at the corner of his mouth.

"Long day. But seeing you made it worth it. C’mere, babe," when he spoke, his voice was low and teasing, edged with a playful growl that promised trouble. "I needed my welcome-home kiss."