Page 17 of Wanted by the Lawman

He forgot he wasn’t alone with his thoughts. “What’s that?”

“I hear she’s a designer. Lanie said she posted a flyer on the community board looking for work. Wonder if I could hire her to design the baby’s room? The wife has been after me for weeks to slap some paint on the wall in the nursery. She knows I don’t have an eye for that crafty shit.”

“Why don’t you tell her you can’t?”

“And risk being in the doghouse? No way. Do you by chance have her phone number?”

“Whose?”

“Follow the line of conversation, man. Wynn’s.”

“No.” Zander leveled a glare at the Sheriff.

He laughed and shrugged a broad shoulder. “Wow. You look a little green around the edges, buddy. Maybe you’ve finally gotten over Sam. She’s moved on. You should too.”

“Did you forget Mindy?”

“Mindy was simply occupying your time.”

“How do you get that?”

“Because I never met her. A man who’s really into a woman takes her everywhere. I couldn’t wait to show off Lanie to my friends and family. You’ll see what I mean when you meet the one.”

“Nixon met her,” he blurted.

“Wasn’t that by accident?”

“You’re going to see red here in a few if you don’t quit pestering me. This isn’t a history lesson.”

He didn’t need to look to see Rudy was grinning ear to ear. Leaning back into the seat, Zander mulled over the racing sensations gurgling through his body at the thought of his neighbor.

When she’d pulled off the hat and he’d seen that the “burglar” was the hottie from the gas station, he’d been overcome with a sudden need to greet her in Cade fashion. Pulling her close and kissing her until her breath came in spurts. Once he came to his senses, of course, anger took the place of desire. He’d had every intention of giving her the cold-shoulder, just as she’d done when he’d been friendly with her in the cookie aisle and she’d treated him like he was gum on the bottom of her shoe. Unfortunately, her big brown eyes had kabobbed him like chicken on a stick. Why couldn’t he be immune?

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