Kiss Me, Sheriff!. Wendy Warren

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      “LeeAnn thinks you and Penelope—”

      “Someone else.”

      Blowing his breath out in frustration, Russell stood. “Fine.” He turned and took several steps toward the door. Derek began to relax, but obviously everything was not fine, because Russell turned back. “It’s not that you turn down blind dates. You don’t date at all.”

      Narrowing his eyes, Derek warned, “Russell—”

      “Not since that night at The White Lightning when you left with the woman who works at the bakery—”

      “—you should go now.”

      “I saw how you looked when you left with her. Everyone saw it. LeeAnn gave me holy hell for a week after that, wanting to know why I didn’t look at her that way.”

      Derek was on his feet before he realized it. He didn’t even remember putting down his coffee. Laugh it off, he advised himself, but he didn’t feel very humorous. Covering his eyes, he took a deep breath and dragged his hand over his face. “What is your point?”

      “I expected you to tell me you went to Vegas that night and got married by Elvis. But ever since then, you act like a monk. You wouldn’t talk about what happened with her, but it obviously didn’t work out, so why not go out with someone else? Why not Penelope? LeeAnn says she’s fun, and she’s not even vegan. I asked.”

      Derek looked down at the desk. His feelings for Willa baffled even him; the last thing he wanted to do this morning was attempt to explain them to somebody else. “I’m going to make a pot of coffee now, while you get going.” He glanced up again. “If you don’t, I may decide to take a few days off and put you on extra shifts.”

      The phone rang before either of them could say anything more, and Derek snatched it up. He listened for a bit, said, “Don’t do anything. I’ll be there in ten minutes,” and hung up. “Jerry Ellison’s potbellied pig knocked down Ron Raybold’s fence again,” he told Russell, “and Ron is threatening to shoot it and have a luau. I’m heading out.”

      Resignedly following his boss to the door, Russell asked, “Jerry is single, isn’t he?”

      “Yeah.”

      “When you talk to him, ask if he wants to go out with Penelope.”

      While Russell headed to his car, Derek put the “On a call... Back later” sign on the front door and went to forestall a neighborhood feud. Being the sheriff of Thunder Ridge was nine parts relationship mediation and one part active police duties. Truth was, most of the time he wouldn’t have it any other way. He might not have been born here, but he’d found a home for the first time in this place where, rogue pot-bellied pigs aside, people cared about each other’s business mostly because they cared about each other.

      His life was good, and he hadn’t thought much was missing until Willa Holmes had moved to town.

      While Derek drove to Ron’s place, he thought about the woman who had made him break one of his cardinal rules: no high-speed chases where women were concerned. If a woman didn’t want to be caught, MOVE ON.

      Like any lesson that made a lasting impression, he’d learned that one the hard way. Maybe it was the curse of having raised himself until he was nineteen, but for a while he’d pursued unavailable women. An attempt, he supposed, to prove to himself that he could make someone stay. He’d sworn off that kind of bull a long time ago.

      Until Willa.

      When he was near her, his heart revved like a car with the accelerator pressed to the floor. She’d turned away after what had to be some of the best kissing he’d ever experienced. No, the best. And he knew she’d felt it, too, because when he let himself think about it, he could still feel her fingers clinging tightly to his shoulders...then moving like smoke up the back of his neck...threading through his hair... The longer they’d kissed, the more her body had melted into his, and the more his had felt as if it were about to burst into flame.

      Just when he’d been certain he was experiencing the best moment of his life, Willa had cut and run. No real explanation given. Ever since then, he’d been on a high-speed chase all right, one with no end in sight.

      But something in those mesmerizing eyes of hers, eyes with all the storminess and all the sunshine of a spring day in Oregon, told him to keep chasing. That she needed him to catch up even if she didn’t know it yet.

      Was he nuts? Behaving exactly as he’d sworn he wouldn’t? Yeah. And he figured there were only two logical outcomes. Either he was someday going to become the luckiest man on earth, or he would realize he’d been the jackass of the century. He only hoped he could handle the fallout if the latter turned out to be the truth.

       Chapter Two

      “You sure you want to stay and close by yourself?” Kim looked at her manager with worried brown eyes yet not a line or a pucker on her silken brow, which reminded Willa how young her assistant was.

      “I’m sure,” she said. “Go home to your kiddos. The sun’s actually out. If you hurry, you might have an hour left to get them outside before the stir-crazies set in.”

      “You’re right.” Kim laughed. “Three and six are probably the worst ages when you have to stay inside because of the weather and dark nights. They fight like crazy.”

      “Go on then.” Willa shooed her employee toward the door. “Put on their mittens and let ’em duke it out at the park. Play structures are a mother’s best friend.”

      As Kim left, Willa returned to work. She hadn’t gone home after all, though she had taken a long lunch and had driven to Long River to go for a walk with other lunch-timers taking advantage of the unseasonably sunny winter day. Now, at 4:00 p.m., she was tired, but the more exhausted she was, the better her chances of sleeping tonight.

      She began the process of wrapping up the leftover goodies in the pastry case so she could take them next door to the deli. Izzy would sell what she could tonight at half price, and tomorrow Willa would take the rest to Thunder Ridge Long-term Care for the staff and residents to enjoy.

      The after-school crowd had already come in and cleaned her out of the most popular cookie selections, but there were still apricot rugelach, buttery shortbread and chocolate chip mandelbrot. The folks who would come in before closing would be interested mostly in bread, rolls and cakes for the evening meal, so she started packaging the cookies first. As Willa worked she flicked on the radio, opting for an oldies station, and didn’t see her next customer come in until he was standing directly in front of the counter.

      “Oh!” Using her upper arm to brush a stray hair from her eyes, she smiled. “Hello. You’re here at a good time. All the cookies, bagels and rolls are two for the price of one.”

      The boy—ten or eleven, she guessed—pressed his lips together in a sort of smile and nodded. He wore a dark blue coat, pilling on the body and sleeves, and a knit hat that had also seen better days. His skin was a beautiful caramel color, his eyes as dark as onyx. He looked shy, and she couldn’t recall СКАЧАТЬ