I hear his boots before I see him move next to me, his denim clad long legs stop, and line up next to my desk.

"You making progress?" He asks, it's his inquisitive voice, not commanding, not domineering, just in the moment.

I lean back and stretch my neck, my hand behind my head, my breasts rise up with the stretch and I let out a sigh.

"Was that for my benefit?" He's super soft in his delivery.

I can feel my face flush because it wasn't on purpose and it's something about him looking at me with his eyes closing just a bit, hyper-focused and desirous.

"Ah, this may be presumptuous, but dinner tonight. I was sorta planning on it." He asks but doesn't ask.

He moves a little closer while still standing over me.

"Are you making fun of me?" I ask.

"No, why?"

Now his thigh is slightly touching my shoulder and it's just us in the office and I want to rip his clothes off but this isn't the place.

"Presumptuous?"

Now I can feel his weight, though slight, and he bounces just a little.

"Hum?" His head is leaning down and he puts the papers on my desk.

"I used that word the other night."

He's not going to move and I'm really having trouble concentrating.

"Oh. I see." And he does and he knows what he's doing. This addiction, I'm close to believing there's such a thing.

"Walt."

"You can touch me. You know."

"You're such a fuckin' tease."

I laugh and he laughs.

"I'm not teasing."

"Yeah you are."

I barely feel his finger on my neck as he sweeps it by.

"Teasing implies cruelty or criticism." His fingers trail along the back of my neck super lightly, "Or maybe an annoyance of some kind." Now his fingers are back on my neck and I'm seriously about to lose it right here in the middle of the office.

I look up at him and he smiles that smug smile and I can't fucking help it and my hand slides up the back of his thigh and over his ass, and I think how nice and firm and round it is, but he hides it under his baggy ass jeans and then it's back down again up the back of his thigh and then he does some shit I wasn't expecting. He takes one step with his right leg and my hand goes up and he moans and I'm out of my chair and he's sitting on my desk and I'm splitting his legs and our tongues are all hot and twisted.

I pull away but his big hands are on the back of my biceps but he's gentle when he pulls me back in and I turn my palm toward him and over the buttons of his 501's and he feels good and then my hand is up and over his smooth face and I put my cheek next to his and he whispers, "You feel good."

"So do you."

"I think we should have desert before dinner tonight."

He laughs and then I laugh and I kiss the inside of his neck just below his ear and step back and look at him. I think how beautiful he is and while I'm thinking that his thumb comes up and strokes my cheek and his eyes are smoky and blue and glazed over like he's ready right now.

"Vic." He says and I can barely hear him.

I step into him just a bit.

"I like being with you." He says and then he looks down and takes my fingers, "I like that I can be with you all of the time."

"I like it too."

"You feel so good." His voice gets a little deeper and his hands move to my waist and I think he's headed to my Sam Browne buckle but he just rubs my zipper with his upside down thumb.

"I don't want this to change."

"Neither do I."

His eyes are burning into mine.

"But it will."

"I know." I say

I look over for a moment and then back down at him his eyes never leaving me.

"When it does I'm going to try to remember this moment."

"It's perfect"

"I know" He says, "That's why I want to remember it."

I lean down and my lips land softly on his and I just hold them there cherishing the feel of him, the taste of him and accepting what he is giving me.

The telephone rings and it breaks the spell, "Absaroka Sheriff's Department." I answer.

"Hey Ferg, what's up?"

Walt folds his arms across his chest and looks up at me.

I turn and bend over taking down the information that Ferg is giving me and when I hang up I look at Walt but he doesn't say anything he just stands up and moves behind me and I can feel him pressing into me.

"Walt."

His arms circle my waist, his head rests on my shoulder, "Just let me hold you for a second."

My hands wrap around his forearms and we stand there and I don't want him to let me go. For the first time in nearly four years I hear the fan overhead, the birds in the park, the kids laughing in the park, a car door slamming on the street, his breath as it eases out of his perfectly shaped Roman nose and I feel his heart beating against my back.

I love him.

"I'm going to smell like you." I say, "and that will be suspicious."

He whispers in my ear, "I like you smelling like me." He kisses my neck and nuzzles his nose in my ear.

"Walt, I can barely control myself as it is we really have to fucking stop."

"You're right."

He steps back, "You're on-call this weekend aren't you?"

"Yeah, it's my turn."

He smiles and it's a little wicked, "You think Ferg will switch with you?"

"Fat chance he has a date with Kristie."

Walt's eyebrows rise and they stay there, "I wanted you all to myself this weekend."

"You do have me all to yourself."

He smiles and its full and it stays there.

"Can I have a rain check?" I ask

"I intend on cashing it." He confirms

"You better." I lean up and kiss him quick

"Ferg is on his way back."

Just as I say that I hear the bottom door open. Walt walks over to the coffee pot, looking down to make sure he's not protruding in his jeans, and pours a cup of coffee. Ferg's light on his feet and barely makes any noise on the steps as he turns the corner.

"Hey, Ferg."

"Hey, you guys are not going to believe this."

"What?" I say

"Well, I was on my way back from the title company when Kristie calls me just after I hung up with you." He says all perky.

Walt is facing him with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Well, her uncle is a notary and she was talking to him about her Aunt Holly who is about to have surgery. She need some changes to her trust and her DNR but they need to be notarized which made Kristie think of the parcels and that you need a notary when you transfer title."

"Ferg, ah, can you get to the point here." Walt helps him along with is rotating hand but he's kinda sweet about it.

"Oh, yeah, sorry, anyway her Uncle Pete remembers notarizing some papers for Jacob Nighthorse about four years ago. When he was talking with Krisite he looked up his notary book and it was on 4/10/2011 where Four Arrows Investments bought Big Pines Timber."

Ferg flips his leather notebook closed and I look over at Walt. His lips are tight, his head nods just a bit and he turns without saying anything and goes into his office.

I look at Ferg and he shrugs his shoulders but he falls in behind me when I go into Walt's office. He's standing at the wall and writes 4 arrows on the paper with a red sharpie.

He circles it, "Jacob Nighthorse, Barlow Connally, and Cassandra Two Rivers. What is the connection?"

"Land" I say.

"It's the land, Sheriff." Ferg cosigns. "Four Arrows Investments owns the Casino so their interests make sense."

"Cassandra's map is what caused the delay on Barlow's construction site last year." I remind him.

Walt turns back toward the wall and circles Jacob's name and Barlow's name and draws a line connecting them. Then he writes CASINO and circles it in the middle of the paper.

"Vic, get your laptop and your coat."

"Ok, why? Where we going?"

"Cheyenne. State library. Territory maps." He barks

I grab my gear and am a step behind him

"Get your battery charger I'm gonna need your phone." He orders

I run back to my desk and grab it and look at Ferg. I turn my thumb and pinky opposite each other and hold it to my face.

"I'll call you." I mouth to Ferg.

He nods and I catch up to Walt who is in his serious as fuck Sheriff mode.