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“I guess I did. I think it’s all starting to catch up to me.”
He wanted to ask what, because there was definitely more to her story, but now wasn’t the time.
“It smells good.” She walked into the kitchen, leaned against the counter. “Can I do anything?”
“Set the table.”
“I can do that.” She moved to the fridge. “You want a beer?”
“Yeah, thanks.”
She pulled out two, popped the top and put one next to him, before she popped the second and took a long sip. “It really does smell good in here.” She moved to the cabinet to get the dishes when his cell rang.
Seeing who was calling, he almost didn’t answer it. “Yeah.”
“Sorry, Sheriff, but there’s trouble at the tavern,” Johnny said.
He looked down at his feet. Fuck. “I’m leaving now.” He slid his cell back in his pocket.
Cedar clearly heard the conversation when she said, “Duty calls. I can keep Cooper and Max.”
He was surprised at the anger of being called away from dinner and from her, but to her, he said, “I’d appreciate that.” He grabbed his keys.
“Thanks for making dinner.”
“Thanks for watching my dogs.” He rubbed both of their heads. “Behave.” He straightened, started for the door then stopped. “If it’s not too late, I’ll be back for them tonight.”
“Okay. You need my cell number?”
“Already have it.” If she was surprised to hear that, she didn’t let on.
She walked to a drawer by the fridge and pulled something out, before she walked back to him and dropped it in his hand. “Just in case I’m asleep.” It was her house key. He felt both anger that she offered it to a stranger and oddly possessive. She flashed him a grin. “You are the sheriff.”
Whoever the fuck called him away was getting locked up. “Lock your door.”
“Yes, Sir.”
His hand tightened around her key, but he said nothing. He stepped outside, waited to hear the lock flip, then strolled to his truck. He climbed in, turned it around and drove to the tavern. There was a crowd outside, his two deputies doing crowd control. Parking and climbing out, he walked through the people into the tavern. He wasn’t surprised to see it was Monica, but he was pissed.
“What’s the problem?”
“I have to commit a misdemeanor to get you to see me.” Monica had clearly been drinking, likely smoking something too.
Liam was pacing the bar, barely keeping his shit together. Seeing him, Liam walked behind the bar, pulled something out and dropped it on the counter. “I don’t know what the fuck, but I’m done with this shit.”
Killian unfolded the napkin to see a gun. His focus jerked back to Liam.
“Came in here waving it around. Scared the shit out of everyone.”
He called for Johnny. The kid came through the doors. “Get statements from everyone outside,” he told him.
“Alright, Sheriff.”
“And get prints off this, run it, too, see what comes up.”
“You got it.” Johnny strolled across the room, pulled out an evidence bag from his pocket, and dropped the gun and napkin into it.
“What are you making such a big deal about? I didn’t hurt anyone,” Monica said, looking at her nails. “I was just trying to get your attention.”
