Page 16 of Jacob Michaels Is Not Jacob Michaels

“I’m sure.” I smiled. “I’m glad I could get you husband points.”

He laughed at that and slapped me on the shoulder again.

“All right.” He made a move to walk away. “But you don’t forget to let me know if you see anything else weird, ya’ hear?”

“Of course,” I replied. “If any more naked people stumble into the yard, you’ll be the first to know after us.”

I gave him a jaunty salute, which made him laugh all the way across the backyard and around the side of Oma’s house. As soon as he was out of view, I let the smile disappear from my face and slogged back up the stairs into Oma’s kitchen. She was at the window over the sink with Lucas, having just watched the entire display between myself and Sheriff Dennard in the backyard.

“Surprised the tubbly bastard didn’t ask for one of your old t-shirts.” Oma snorted as soon as I was inside. “Of all the unprofessional things!”

Lucas was merely smiling at me.

“Do you think him or his wife will tell people I’m here?” I asked.

“I would be shocked to shit if they didn’t,” Oma grumbled. “Wesley ain’t got a lick of propriety, and Sarah Jean finds out and tells everyone’s business. She probably figures out whodunit before Wesley can even begin to investigate. Hell, she probably knows a crime’s being committed as it’s happenin’.”

Lucas laughed again.

“She is…I guess…interested in other people’s affairs.” He agreed.

“She’s fuckin’ nosy is what she is.” Oma slapped at his arm.

“Tomato, tomahto.” He chuckled at her before turning to look at me. “Babe, I’ve got to get down to the hardware store. Grandpa understood me having to stay here while the Sheriff was around, but…”

I waved him off. “It’s okay. I understand.”

Lucas gave me a soft smile and sauntered over, ignoring the fact that Oma was still in the room. Before I could stop him, my face was in his hands, and he was kissing me gently on the lips. Oma gave a wolf-whistle—appropriate more than she knew—as she headed back to the table. Lucas pulled back from the kiss with a smile, his eyes staring into mine.

“Why don’t you come by the house later?” He grinned evilly since his back was to Oma. “I’ll make us dinner.”

“Vegetarian?”

“Of course.”

“You’re lucky I like you.”

“Like?” He teased.

“Go to work.” I spun him gently and swatted his pajama pants covered ass. “I’ll come to your house later.”

Oma wolf-whistled again.

“Stuff it, old woman.” I snarled.

Lucas cackled before giving me a wink. Then he was gone. And Oma and I were alone in the kitchen. I stood there as Oma started sipping her cup of coffee again. Once I was confident that enough time had passed for Lucas to have gotten into his truck and pulled away, I went and sat down across from Oma. She eyed me knowingly as I grabbed my coffee cup.

“That your work out there?” She asked, calmly sipping her now, probably cold, coffee.

“Perhaps,” I replied calmly. “Unless you were out wandering around last night or early this morning.”

“Ernst told me last night when I caught him creeping around my room.” She answered the obvious question. “So…ya’ heard some weird noise and thought you’d go investigate like some teenager with big tits in a horror movie? That seem as dumb now as it should?”

“Did he tell you about the wolves?” I ignored her.

“He mentioned ‘em.”

“It wasn’t a full moon last night.”