How To Land Her Lawman. Teresa Southwick

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      She put hot pads out, then took the casserole from the food warmer and set it in the center of the table with a serving spoon. The bubbling had stopped but the dish was still warm and smelled yummy if she did say so herself.

      Will set a steaming bowl of broccoli beside the noodle dish and said, “Let’s eat.”

      April sat across from him, then put food on her plate and dug in. Macaroni and cheese was world-class comfort food, but noodles and chicken came in a close second to her way of thinking. Since Will had come back to Blackwater Lake, comfort was in short supply. Now here she was sharing a meal with him and feeling decidedly uncomfortable.

      “I can’t remember the last time we had dinner together,” she said.

      Will took a sip of wine, then his mouth pulled tight. “I’m sorry, April.”

      “The thought just popped into my mind. I didn’t say that to make you feel bad,” she assured him.

      “I know. And yet I do.” He toyed with the stem of his glass, those big hands dwarfing the delicate crystal that had been his mother’s. “I should have told you that I was dating someone. It was a lie of omission and I’m not proud of how I handled it.”

      April put down her fork and picked up her wine, then took a sip. He was sincerely sorry about what happened and that confused her. The goal was to seduce him and be the one to walk away, but this contrite Will made her question the mission. It was for closure, she reminded herself. That didn’t mean she couldn’t meet him halfway.

      “Look, Will, it takes two to make a relationship. You’re not the only one responsible for the way things turned out. If you remember back, communication between us had dropped off by a lot. You’re not entirely responsible for that. Phone calls and messages go both ways and I didn’t hold up my end of that either.”

      “Still, I should have—”

      “Let it go. Really. Do whatever you need to in order to work through this because I don’t see you as good martyr material.”

      “No?” His mouth twitched.

      “Let’s file it under ‘Not meant to be.’ Thinking about that time and wondering what if will drive you crazy.” She shrugged. “We’ll never know what might have happened if my mom hadn’t gotten sick.”

      “I suppose.”

      “No supposing,” she said. “It’s true. That part of our life is in the past. But this is a new time. Maybe there’s a chance to salvage a friendship.”

      “I’d like that.” He held up his glass. “To being friends.”

      She touched the rim of her glass to his. “Friends.”

      They drank, then smiled at each other. She might be a flirting failure but friends was a start. She could work with that.

      * * *

      Sometimes it was hard for Will to believe he was filling in for his father as the sheriff of Blackwater Lake. Granted it had been less than a week, but that didn’t change the fact that he had big shoes to fill. Hank Fletcher had always been his hero and Will wanted to follow in his dad’s footsteps. Any law-enforcement job was a big one, but compared to what he’d seen in Chicago, this gig was like maintaining order in the land of Far, Far Away.

      The office had one main room with a couple of desks for a single deputy and the dispatcher/clerk. Clarice Mulvaney was in her midfifties, a plump, brown-eyed brunette, friendly and efficient. Deputy Eddie Johnson was Will’s height, but skinny. He was barely twenty-one but looked about twelve. Or maybe that was just because Will felt so old. Still the kid was smart and eager to learn.

      In the back of the room there was a door that led to two six-by-eight-foot cells, empty at the moment and since this was Tuesday there was a very good chance they would stay that way. Things got a little extra exciting on the weekend when someone was more likely to be drunk and disorderly. Although every day was a weekend now because the official kick-off of summer had been last Saturday. So there was no taking weeknights for granted with tourists all over the place for the next three months.

      As acting sheriff, Will took the private office off to the right, which had a closing door. Rank had its privileges.

      The phone rang and Clarice answered. “Blackwater Lake Sheriff’s Office. This is Clarice.” She listened for a moment then said, “Is everyone all right?” After grabbing a pen, she jotted down notes. “Okay. Sit tight. I’ll send someone right away.”

      “What’s up?” Will asked.

      “MVA on Lake Shore Road. Two cars involved.”

      Will moved in front of her desk. The sheriff also coordinated fire-department services. “Do we need to roll rescue and paramedics?”

      “No. Everyone was out of the cars and there are no apparent injuries. But neither of the vehicles is drivable, so we need to alert McKnight Automotive that there will be either a tow or flatbed truck removal.”

      “Okay. Can you take care of that?”

      “Sure thing.”

      “Eddie,” he said to the blond, blue-eyed deputy. “Take the cruiser out there and evaluate the situation. Talk to everyone involved and make a report. Radio in with your recommendations.”

      “Yes, sir.” In a heartbeat the kid was out of his chair and ready to go.

      Will held out the keys, and the deputy grabbed them on his way out the door. It didn’t escape his notice that the kid’s smooth face barely required a shave. Must be a thrill to drive a cop car. If there was another call Will would take his SUV. He stood beside his dispatcher and both of them watched the deputy put on the cruiser’s lights before pulling away from the curb. As he’d been trained to do.

      Will knew Clarice had worked with his father for over twenty years and was a valued member of the small department. Hank had always said she made him look good. When the resort was completed, the town was going to grow and law enforcement would have to keep up with it. Not his problem, he reminded himself. After the summer he was out of here. But his dad was going to have to deal with it and that would mean more stress. He would need dependable, dedicated employees.

      “What do you think of Eddie?” he asked.

      Clarice looked thoughtful for a moment. “He’s a good kid. Coolheaded, smart, conscientious. Your dad has an eye for talent.” She grinned. “After all, you’re here.”

      “Not because of talent. It’s the training.”

      “Could be both,” she said. “And your dad figured Eddie could benefit from your experience and training.”

      “While I’m here.” Will didn’t want to give the false impression that he was staying for good and put a finer point on her statement.

      “One day at a time.” She had a mysterious Zen expression on her face.

      “Right.”

      He was looking out the window and saw the door to the Photography Shop open and April walked out. She turned and locked up, then crossed the СКАЧАТЬ