Page 3 of Muffin Top
"Honey?"
I snapped out of it. "Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Great. Peachy," I beamed at him, immensely conscious of the hella-sexy outfit I wore.
Take that, Mother.
His badge glinted in the dim light, drawing my eyes to it.
"You're the new sheriff?"
He looked down at the metal pinned to his chest. "Yeah, officially started last week."
"Oh," I hadn't realized. Why hadn’t I realized?
You’ve got other things on your mind.
"Congratulations," I blinked up at him. "And welcome back, I guess."
His lips twitched, as if he were fighting a smile. "What are you meant to be?"
"A sexy cupcake." I replied immediately.
An eyebrow arched but he didn't comment, instead reaching behind for a notepad. He flicked it open, writing the date and her name. He paused, looking up at her. "Are you still a Jameson?"
I chuckled, "If that's your way of asking if I'm single, Sheriff, then the answer is yes. Still single and ready to mingle."
He chuckled, and I checked out his ring finger while he finished writing my name.
Not married… wait. Are cops allowed to wear rings while on duty? Mental note: google that later.
"You been drinking tonight?"
"Nah, designated." I shrugged, grimacing as the muscles in my shoulders and neck protested. Great, whiplash, just what I needed. "Or at least I was until all my friends bailed. But I'm used to the long drives home."
"Where's home?"
"Wherever you are."
I froze, my eyes glued to his face. Tristan blinked twice then fumbled with the notepad in his hands, nearly dropping it.
Oh no. Ohhh no. Nononnonononononononononononononononono no!
This was a nightmare. Could the world just open up and swallow me whole? Please?
See? Bad things always happen in threes.
Chapter Two
Tristan
I didn't know how to react to Honey's declaration. On one hand, there was the good guy in me who thought I should save her the embarrassment and blow it off, dismiss it as nothing but shock and maybe a little head trauma from the accident.
But the bad inner voice that I tried to keep suppressed whispered darker thoughts.
Honey's thick blonde hair, startling blue eyes and delicious abundance of curves looked just as good now as the day I'd left town. Better, if I was completely honest. The woman looked like sex in heels. I didn't have any clue what the hell a sexy cupcake was meant to look like, but this girl looked good enough to eat.
Ask her for a taste.
“Boss?”
