He couldn’t keep living like this.
“I guess that I’ll move the RV.” I paused. “If you can find me a truck to borrow.”
Gentry looked at me with surprise. “You can use mine.”
“You can pull a fifth wheel with your truck?” I asked in surprise.
“Not my department issued one, no. But the one I bought when I got here? Yes.”
I had yet to see him drive anything but the sheriff’s department truck. Honestly, I was surprised to hear that he had one. How had I missed that? More importantly, how could I stalk him appropriately if I didn’t know all the vehicles he drove?
I gathered my pride and said, “If you’ll have me, I’ll stay.”
His eyes studied mine.
The brown eyes were disconcerting since I knew what that gaze was supposed to look like.
Hell, everything about him weirded me out.
The man was supposed to have full sleeve tattoos and gray eyes.
Now he had unblemished skin and brown ones.
It was like he was a completely different person.
Then again, maybe that was a good thing.
Maybe he needed to be a different person.
Maybe it was time for me to become a different person, too.
I mean, what use was a new identity if I didn’t use it?
“I’ll come by tomorrow when you get off work, and we’ll get you moved,” he offered.
“How do you know when I’m going to be off?” I grumbled.
“I know everything there is to know about you, Herb,” he teased as he walked out. “Take care now.”
Okay, so maybe he wasn’t the only one who did the stalking.
Holly waited for the door to shut behind me before she said, “Who the hell is Herb? And why are y’all acting like you know everything there is to know about each other?” She narrowed her eyes. “And don’t give me that ‘we’re divorced’ shit. I know that’s not the case.”
I rubbed at the back of my neck before I said, “We were married. But we’ve never been divorced.”
Her eyes widened. “Are you saying y’all are still married?”
I answered her one hundred percent honestly with, “I have no clue.”
Ten
You don’t look a day over fine as fuck.
—Gentry to Sage
Gentry
I watched her try to work with Neo from the kitchen window.
