The sound of footsteps on the deck outside roused Steve from his slumber. His tired eyes are burning from the long night he had just had. He looked at Taylor sleeping soundly at his side. Taylor was so beautiful with the warm sun washing over her elegant body. He turned his head and reached for the alarm clock on the nightstand next to him, forcing his eyes to focus he read the time.
It was midafternoon, and he had only slept a few hours. Steve heard the front door open. Groaning, he rolled out of bed and reached for his boxer-briefs from the floor and pulled them on. Steve strolled over to the wooden banister overlooking his living room and the front door below. He watched as Brook let herself in. Her long red hair tied back in a loose braid beneath her white cowgirl hat. She had always
