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She grinned at the sheriff. “I wish I could go deep-sea fishing with you.”

He chuckled. “I do, too. I’ll check in occasionally and come see you when I’m back in town.”

“You better.”

Darrell bent down and kissed her cheek. “Try to behave yourself.”

She snorted, rolled her eyes, and walked off. Yes, she had to admit she could be feisty at times, but no man she dated had been able to deal with it, and the sheriff had always remarked that she’d find herself a dom and then he’d take control and calm her down. She’d always rolled her eyes at him.

Looking around at the mess, she started clearing the plates and cups and putting the cake in their small lounge. It was a room that could only hold a small table with two chairs. An apartment-sized refrigerator was against one wall, a short counter with a sink and microwave, and one overhead cabinet. Since the department wasn’t big, they didn’t need anything more. So, it was easy and didn’t take any time for her to wipe down everything.

She jerked around when someone cleared their throat behind her. Her heart sank when she saw Fletcher leaning against the doorjamb with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. He was handsome with light blond hair, blue eyes, and a great smile. He was five feet ten or eleven and worked out. She might have dated him if he didn’t have the personality of a toad, but he’d been an asshole for as long as she could remember.

“What do you want?” she asked.

“Oh, darlin’, you know what I want. When are you going to give in?”

She gritted her teeth and threw the cloth in the sink.“Well, that’s too bad for you since you know what my answer is.”

He grunted. “You’ll change your mind.”

“Actually, I won’t, Fletcher. I don’t know how to put it any plainer than that. It will never happen. You need to move on.”

She watched a muscle in his cheek start to throb and knew she’d pissed him off. She rolled her eyes and pushed past him to walk into the main room. She felt his gaze on her as she walked over to her desk. Thankfully, Betsy, one of the night dispatchers, was already in to take over so she could go home. It had been an awful, emotional day, and she just wanted a bubble bath, a glass of wine, and sleep.

Kayla was not looking forward to tomorrow when the new sheriff would be in. She just hoped he was what they needed and would be able to handle the jealous, redneck mentality of some of the guys around town.

Maybe if it didn’t work out, she’d take her mother up on her offer of moving to Tulsa. The thought of leaving the small town in Montana gave her a stomachache. She loved it there and didn’t want to give it up, especially not because of a few jerks she had to work with.

She wouldn’t let anyone run her off without a fight.

Chapter Two

Kayla came through the door of the sheriff’s department the next day. Right away, she could feel the tension. She looked around and saw Nash and Lance, two of the deputies, working at their desks with their heads down.

“Good morning,” she called out.

They both smiled at her.

“Glad you’re here, Doll.”

She put her purse away. “Why? What’s going on?”

“The new sheriff is in,” Lance told her.

“What? Is he mean or something?”

Both guys chuckled.

“Oh, he can be mean, no doubt. The guy is a bruiser.” Lance laughed. “He’ll take some getting used to.”

“Do you think he’ll work out?”

Nash nodded. “He’s going to have some issues with a few people…”

“You mean Fletcher?” she asked.

“Yeah. And Fletcher’s father, but the new sheriff won’t put up with any shit. That’s for sure.”

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