Smiling, I said, “Thanks for understanding, Karen. Have a good evening.”

Giving me a wink, she shut the door and headed to her house. Waiting until she got inside, I started up my truck and headed to Sierra’s house.

Pulling up four houses down from Sierra’s, I sat in my truck for a few minutes. Nothing seemed out of place, and I didn’t see anyone sitting in a vehicle. Glancing at my watch, it was just past nine thirty. Getting out of my truck, I made my way to her house.

Taking a quick look around, I didn’t see anyone. Ringing the doorbell, I waited for Sierra to come to the door as I saw the light disappear from the peephole.

The door unlocked and slowly opened as Sierra eyed me up and down. “What’s wrong, finished with the receptionist and thought you might get lucky with a client?”

Rolling my eyes, I glared at her. My heart hurt when I noticed how red and swollen her eyes were. “I wanted to make sure you were okay. I thought you were going to a hotel for the night?”

Something crossed over Sierra’s face, but I couldn’t read it. Her eyes landed on my lips and I instinctively licked them. “I’m fine. My father is coming over to stay with me. You didn’t need to interrupt your date more than you already had.”

Pushing out a frustrated breath, I shook my head and looked away. “Would you mind if I came in and looked around?”

Laughing, Sierra tilted her head. “What happened, sport? Did the brunette turn you down, so you thought you would come knocking on my door? Sorry, but I’ve officially given up on all men so you’ll have to go find your fun somewhere else.”

This wasn’t going to work. There was no way I could work this case. Between the urge to either kiss the living shit out of her or strangler her, there was no way we would be able to work together. “You know what, Sierra? I think you’re right. I don’t think I’m going to be able to represent you. I’ll talk to my father first thing in the morning and let him know you and I have a past together and it’s best if someone else takes the case.”

Turning, I began to walk off. “Dodge! Wait.”

Holding back my smile, I internally fist pumped as I slowly turned around. So hard-ass Sierra doesn’t like being pushed back? “I’m sorry, Dodge. It’s just I’ve had a really crap-ass day.”

Nodding my head, I took a few steps closer to her. “So you said earlier. May I take a look around your house?”

Sierra’s eyes lit up and my dick jumped as I watched her walking away. Damn, why does she have to have such a nice ass? Shaking my head to clear my wayward thoughts, I glanced around Sierra’s house. It was cute. Girlish. Lots of blue and yellow. It reminded me of my parents’ cottage house on Nantucket.

Sierra leaned against the kitchen island and crossed her arms over her chest, lifting her already perky tits up even more. Sticking my hand in my pocket, I had to pinch the hell out of myself to get my dick to go down.

Glancing over to her refrigerator, I saw a note taped to it. What the fuck?

Holy mother of god. Fuck me. Taking in a deep breath, I slowly blew it out as I looked back at Sierra.

She gave me that damn cute little smile of hers as she looked me over.

I needed to get through this case. Please let me get through this case without fucking up.

Closing my eyes, I pictured fucking Sierra in my truck.

On the beach.

In a hot tub.

Oh hell yeah, I would love to give her her first sixty-nine.

My eyes snapped open when I thought of the threesome wish. Fuck that. I would never share Sierra with another man.

Never.

Holy shit, I was standing there planning out her sex bucket list. Focus, Walker. Focus.

“Um . . . Dodge, are you going to stand there, or are you going to do it already? I haven’t got all night.”

My mouth dropped open as my legs began to grow weak while the room started spinning. “Oh shit.”

The next thing I remembered was Sierra screaming out my name.

Opening my eyes, I saw blue eyes staring down at me. “What happened?” I mumbled.

Worrying her lower lip, Sierra said, “You um . . . you kind of passed out. Does this happen often?”

Scrubbing my hands down my face, I let out a frustrated moan. “No, but it used to when I was younger. Fuck.”

“Well, you woke up enough to crawl over to the sofa, but then when I tried to help you up onto the sofa, you took one look at my chest area and passed out again.” Raising her eyebrow she said, “I tell ya, that’s not a very big ego booster, ya know. Having a guy look at your breasts and then pass the hell out. Unless you’re so overtaken by how amazing they are . . . yeah . . . then you can pass out.”