The Sheriff's Son. Barbara White Daille

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      What she wouldn’t do for some matches or a fireplace. But the only bookstore in Dillon, Texas, wasn’t the place to find either of those things, even if she were dumb enough to resort to drastic measures. Burning the bills would only add to her problems, not solve them.

      If one more straw would snap the camel’s back, as Daddy used to say, then one more debt, one more unplanned doctor visit, one more call from Kevin’s school ought to bring down a whole herd of cattle.

      The thought of her son made her sigh again. It was only a few weeks into the new school year, and in that short time, he’d given her more grief than in all seven years of his life combined.

      At the sound of the bell over the door, she glanced at the clock. The Bookies had arrived a bit early.

      She smoothed the loose curls escaping from her braid, ran a hand over the front of her dress and smiled. Nowadays, besides reading, her only form of entertainment came from The Book Cellar’s novel discussion group, an assortment of local women ranging from former schoolteachers to ranch wives to several of her own stay-at-home-mom friends.

      Halfway through the office doorway into the large, overflowing bookstore, she froze. Her mouth hung open, the greeting she’d intended to call out shriveling on her tongue, sliding back down her throat, curdling in her stomach.

      Her “one more straw” had arrived.

      Instead of the group of women she’d expected to see, a man stood at the front of the store, framed between a pair of ceiling-height bookcases.

      Tanner Jones seemed to fill her vision, standing taller and more broad-shouldered than she ever remembered, but looking, unfortunately, all too familiar. Except for the deputy sheriff’s badge decorating his chest, and the gun resting on his hip.

      A frown rumpled his brow and his hand gripped the back of a bright blue T-shirt, pulling up with just enough pressure to keep the boy inside the shirt dancing on tiptoe.

      A single mother’s worst nightmare. Doubled.

      The son she never wanted to see in trouble.

      The man she’d once loved. Once lost. And never wanted to see again.

      “Mom! I—”

      “Hold it, son,” Tanner broke in.

      Her stomach dropped. His voice had deepened with the years, but his once well-loved drawl triggered a fully illustrated volume of unwanted memories.

      Sarah focused instead on Kevin, whose yelp revealed much more than his missing front tooth. What had he done? And why did Tanner have to be the one to catch him?

      Half of her wanted to scream at Tanner to let her son go; the other half wanted to behave like a calm, rational human being who understood the importance of law and order.

      Well, she’d never been rational around Tanner before.

      “Put him down this instant.”

      He laughed. “C’mon, Sarah, I outgrew that tone in grade school with Mrs. G.” He lifted an eyebrow. “Don’t you think you ought to hear what happened first?”

      “No. First, I think you ought to unhand my son.” Her voice wobbled. She took a deep breath. She had to be strong for Kevin. They had no one else but each other. “Let him go, then we’ll talk.”

      To her relief, Tanner shrugged and released his hold on the T-shirt. Kevin’s heels dropped to the floor.

      “Mom!” He rushed across the room to wrap his arms around her waist and bury his face against her.

      “It’s all right.” She kept a reassuring arm around him but shifted him to her side so they could face the enemy together.

      Normally, she had a healthy respect for the law. But this was Tanner Jones, and that made all the difference. “What happened, Kevin?”

      Tanner whipped a leather-covered notebook out of his pocket. As he started toward them, her son trembled against her.

      “Nothing happened, Mom!”

      Tanner snorted. “You call defacing a sheriff’s car nothing?”

      “Oh, Kevin. You didn’t.”

      The bell over the front door rang again, and Kevin’s friend Billy poked his head into the room. “Hey, Kev, what happened to ya? The bus is late and Mom told Gary he had to drive us to school and he’s yelling to hurry up.”

      Kevin slipped from her encircling arm and looked at her with pleading eyes.

      She nodded. “You go to school, and I’ll speak with Deputy Jones. Be prepared, though. We’ll talk about this when you get home.”

      “Wait a minute—” Tanner began.

      Her son bolted, sneakers pounding across the wooden floor, down a side aisle and through the front door, which he slammed shut behind him.

      The bell jangled so hard, she thought it might fly off and break a window.

      “Damn, the kid’s fast,” Tanner muttered.

      Fast and long gone—while she stood there, trapped.

      Kevin had done plenty to concern her lately, from smart-mouthing her and his teachers to acting the clown in class. He would face the consequences eventually. She would have to face her consequences right now.

      Tanner started down the center aisle toward her. She had no plan, but instinct knew what she needed. Distance and a sturdy barrier. Immediately.

      Sidestepping, she put the long, waist-high counter between them. With shaking fingers, she straightened the pile of bookmarks near the cash register. Wishing for a more time-consuming chore, she glanced around the store, through the windows, everywhere but at Tanner.

      Where were the Bookies when she needed them?

      Reluctantly, she looked back to find Tanner standing across from her. Sunlight glinted off the badge pinned to his shirtfront, threw golden highlights into his sandy-colored hair. He’d been blonder back in their school days. Butterscotch, she’d tease, tug on a handful, then run away. But he’d always catch her.

      Today, he’d caught Kevin.

      She leaned against the shelves lining the wall behind her, bracing herself.

      “What are you thinking, Sarah, letting your boy run off like that? Don’t you even want to know what he did?”

      “Of course, I do. But first, I want to know what you’re doing here. Why did you come back to Dillon?”

      “What’s this look like?” He tapped a finger against his badge. “I’m Deputy Sheriff in this great state of Texas, sent to guard the good folks of Dillon.”

      She took a closer look. “You’re County?”

      He nodded.

      At least he wouldn’t have an office in town. She’d grasp at СКАЧАТЬ