Page 32 of Wanted by the Lawman

“No. I grabbed a burger before I left town.” Although now he wished he’d kept his mouth shut because he would have gladly stayed and joined her for dinner. “I hope the rental company can get you another car?” This way Zander wouldn’t have to worry about Lansing giving her any more rides. He shouldn’t feel so damn protective over her.

“I’ve decided not to rent another. After doing my budget, I realized it was a luxury I didn’t need right now. So, unfortunately, I’ll be without transportation, but now that I have a job, a temporary one, I can save some money.” She dropped the cloth in the sink and lifted herself on the counter. “Sheriff Rudy called me today.”

“He did?” He lifted a brow.

“He offered me a job. Painting the nursery. I guess you knew that already.”

“Yeah.” The one word sounded like he’d forced it though a constricted throat. “He hates painting so he told me he was going to ask you. I’m sure once word gets around of your talents, you’ll get a few more jobs. In fact, my place could use some decorating.”

She shifted and the overhead light illuminated her features. She was beautiful—no, she was stunning. From brown eyes, to pert nose, to plump lips, he could barely fill his lungs with air. He needed to keep his head on straight, but why was it so impossible when it came to Wynn? Maybe because every time he got near her he had thoughts of holding her, touching her soft skin, hearing the faint noises of pleasure…his desire came rushing back with a vengeance. “You really want your home to be decorated, or are you feeling sorry for me?”

“You know, for someone who needs a job you shouldn’t ask what someone’s intention is in hiring you,” he teased.

“True. I can’t argue with that. Hey, can I get your input about something?” She seemed to have a lot more energy. “One thing I noticed in town is there’s only one place that accommodates for overnight visitors. That’s the bed and breakfast. However, when I ran into the owner she told me she’s getting ready to retire and will be closing. What if I turned this place into a bed and breakfast? We’re far enough outside of town to offer peace and quiet, but close enough to touring spots.”

He smiled. Couldn’t help himself. He loved seeing her excitement. “The place is definitely big enough, but to open it up to visitors, you’ll have to make sure the electrical and water systems are up to date and accommodating. Not to mention—”

“Many renovations are needed.” Her shoulders dropped.

“Don’t let those things deter you. I think once the bed and breakfast closes, the town will need something.”

Her smile returned some. “Thank you for the vote of confidence. By the way, I’m glad we can talk. I wasn’t sure if things would be…well, awkward.”

“Why?”

Worried lines appeared around her eyes and he hated to see the happy Wynn slip away some. “Although the last time I saw you we did agree to start anew, I thought maybe you’d think I was trouble.”

Zander smiled. “There’s this clause that we lawmen abide by. Innocent until proven guilty.”

“Does that mean you’re still not completely sure of my innocence?” The frown returned.

“No, that’s not what I’m saying. I don’t know your ex, but from what I—” he stopped, uncertain if he wanted to divulge that he’d researched Salvano. “You told me he’s not very steady.”

“A part of me wonders if he’s okay, but I can’t be sucked into his games again. Is it wrong of me to feel this way?”

“Men like Salvano play on people’s emotions.”

She nodded. “He certainly could make me feel sorry for him when it played to his advantage.”

“You did say he was seeing his secretary, right?”

“I’m sure there were many others. I was a fool.”

“And yet there’s a possibility he’ll come here to see you.”

Wynn gave a slight shrug of one shoulder. “I-I don’t know. I didn’t tell him about this place, but…” She worked her bottom lip until it was plump and pink.

“What, Wynn?” He could see she wanted to talk about something that was bothering her.

“I took some money…”

“From Rory?”

She nodded. “Not much. He kept some money hidden in the house. I didn’t have a choice. I wouldn’t think he’d come after me for a measly two thousand, but I don’t know him any longer. If he’s desperate, he might do anything.”

Zander scratched his temple. “Are you spending that money?”

“Only a twenty. I sold some jewelry at a pawn shop and it helped. I’d rather not touch the money I grabbed from Rory, unless it becomes dire.” She had her fingers squeezed around her glass until her knuckles were white.

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