Page 21 of Cuffed By the Wolf

Fitch notices Ms. Walker, too. Smiling back at her.

“Sanchez and Blake, you’re on traffic. Check the board for the locations.”

My large hands grip the sides of the podium as I read from the sheet of paper. “Tyson, you’re on trash detail.”

“What?” he blurts out.

I meet his angry gaze. “For one hour. Want to make it two?”

“No sheriff,” he grits out.

“Fitch, in between check-ins you’ll clean the muddy patrol vehicles in the garage.” I smirk.

Whispering kicks up around the room.

“Sheriff, you can’t be serious?” Walker pipes up.

“Little omega, shut your mouth.”

Saunders gasps in the seat in front of me.

“Is there a problem, Saunders?”

Her eyes widen. “No sheriff.”

There’s not another peep out of Walker during my meeting.

“Officers, check the boards and get to work,” I order.

My secretary tries walking out with Fitch.

“Walker, over here, now,” I bark.

Arms folded over her ample breasts. She glares at my chest. The woman looks like she wants to bury me six feet deep.

“My eyes are up here,” I tell her.

Her amber eyes lock with mine, and I can feel a bead of sweat trickle down from my hair—this woman unnerves me like nothing else. I loathe how deeply she gets under my skin.

After everyone has left the room, I say, “This is your one time to speak freely.”

“You are a fucking asshole,” she roars.

I’m sure officers looked back to witness our exchange.

I walk toward her until her bottom hits the desk. My hands land on the desk on either side of her, caging her in as I hold her gaze.

“You're free to leave. Right out of my town,” I tell her.

Her lips part and I swear I want to push my tongue between them and taste her.

“You know I need answers, Sheriff Drake.”

“In that case, don’t speak up for your friend.” I put emphasis on the word friend. “In my meeting.”

“You’re only punishing him because he’s my friend.”

“I will help you find the perpetrator who tarnished your name.”