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name on the line and eyed the
rectangular box tucked under his arm.
    “Excellent, here you are, have a nice day.”
    He handed her the box and she took it, offering up a small
smile as she retreated into her home, confused. Did my mom send me
something? It wasn’t unusual for her mom to send her goodies in the mail.
Juliette was guilty of doing the same thing if she saw something her mother
might like. Who doesn’t like surprises? Closing the door behind her, she
engaged the lock and walked into the kitchen. She placed the box on the
counter, grabbed a pair of scissors and gingerly cut through the tape. She
pulled back the freed flaps and gasped at the brilliant display of wild flowers
nestled in packaging with a square vase.
    The doubts she’d harbored vanished. His lifestyle would be a
challenge to understand. Bitches, Biker Bunnies and a set of rules she didn’t
get left her off-kilter. While everyone seemed to be happy, it was harsh and
cruel. A happy ending seemed doubtful. Then Shooter did something like this.
Her hands shook slightly as she removed everything, filled the vase with water
and added the flowers, carefully arranging the baby’s breath among the
multicolored blossoms that included daises, sunflowers, peony, pom poms and a
few others she couldn’t recognize. Butterflies danced in her stomach. The way
this man her feel was unreal. Wonder and awe for his hidden depths brought a
silly grin to her mouth. The lack of a card seemed just his style. He didn’t
strike her as a poet. She stepped back to admire her work. I am in trouble.
    She lifted her mug and sipped her coffee carefully. The last
thing she wanted to do was open the floor for her friends to judge her.
Nibbling her bottom lip, she shifted her weight. Best to keep it to myself
for now. It was a good kind of secret to have. Pleased with her decision,
she finished off her coffee, and padded down the hall, feeling like a teenager
secretly dating the high school bad boy. Not that she saw Shooter that way. Bad
boys had never appealed to her. Sure, there was something sexy about the dark
and brooding men, but she’d never been drawn to them, which was why this thing
with Shooter came out of left field.
    After a quick shower she snapped a picture and sent a photo.
    Thanks for the flowers, they’re beautiful. J
    Can’t take credit for that. You got a secret admirer? S
    She frowned at the response. Who the hell would send her
flowers?
    No, it’s probably my Mom. J
    A woman has to keep things interesting, right? J
    Juliette laughed. She hadn’t managed this on purpose, but
she wouldn’t tell him that.
    Keep doing what you’re doing cause it’s working on me. S
    She beamed, glad he couldn’t see her. Her sappy expression
would ruin the cool façade she was creating with her words.
    You think about what I said last night? S
    She furrowed her brow. Their conversation in the woods had
ended with an ultimatum. Holding her breath, she cast the die.
    I’m in this for the long ride. J
    Be sure. I’m persistent about the things I want, and I’m
an all or nothing type of man. S
    Her stomach tangled into knots and moisture coated her
panties. She could hear him saying the words in his sexy baritone. He’d been
nothing but honest with her. There was no sugar coating or hiding things until
a later date. So she took his words to heart. Mulling over the things that
would happen if she said yes, she hesitated. She didn’t know his world. The
things she’d seen going on at the lake shocked and partially disgusted her. It
was like a mini-Woodstock. Men and women in various stages of undress. Smoking,
drinking and fornicating…there was no kinder word she could give the sexual
activity going on in those tents.
    The thing was, they were free. They did as they pleased and
no one was being hurt, or forced into things. There was something admirable in
that.
    I’m sure. J
    It’s a done deal then. S
    The text sent blood rushing to her face. Things had