I work at a courthouse in a small town where nothing much happens.

One day an officer brought in a tall guy with dark shoulder-length hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a pair of worn Levis, a black muscle-hugging t-shirt, and a pair of handcuffs — not that there’s anything wrong with that, in the right setting.

He looked a little angry, but when he saw me, he smiled. At five foot eight and 130 pounds with lots of cleavage, I tend to get a lot of smiles from men. I grinned back and hoped he hadn’t done anything serious. The day was coming to an end, and it would be a crime if this guy had to spend the night in jail. He looked so good, the only place he needed to be locked up was in my bedroom.

While the officer led him to a desk, I took some folders I’d been meaning to file for... Read More