Page 24 of Falling for the Sheriff

And Dan is right. Staying away four nights a week isn’t that bad. I could come home every weekend, and I get all holidays off. Not to mention being the boss and taking off whenever I need to simply because I can. I don’t know exactly how Nina would feel about it, though. I know me being sheriff in our small town causes her enough stress. I’m sure me working in the big city wouldn’t help matters, not to mention the long drive there and back.

Even though I never considered going back, I have some serious thinking to do. I won’t mention anything to Nina until I know for sure what I want. Once I decide, I’ll sit down with her and lay everything out. If she’s cool with it, and I decide on my own to go, I’ll go. If I decide to go through with it, but she isn’t on board, I’ll give it up and happily stay here. I just don’t feel it needs to be discussed until I know for myself what I want.

Ben pops his head into my office. “Well, I’m off.” He’s wearing a big smile.

I stand and walk across my office, holding out my hand. “Take care of yourself out there.”

He nods once. “Yes, sir.”

“And you’ll always have a place to come back to if you need it.”

This makes him smile wider. “Thank you, sir. I know we’ve only known each other for a short time, but I can’t explain the difference you’ve made in my life.”

I pull him in for a hug and say a quick prayer, hoping he finds what he’s looking for and remains healthy and safe.

“Get on out of here. Your future is waiting for you,” I tell him, releasing his hand.

I leave the office and head home at five o’clock. Nina isn’t home yet, which isn’t a surprise. She’s been pouring every ounceof strength and energy she has into getting the center ready for the grand opening. There have been many times when I’ve had to drive into town and drag her out of there. It’s like once she starts, she just keeps going, losing track of time and the fact that she hasn’t eaten. She’s a hard worker, and I’m happy she’s finally fulfilling her dream, but she needs to learn when to slow down. I keep telling her she won’t be able to work this much when we decide to start that big family she wants.

Since she’s not home yet, I get to work on making dinner. There’s a pound of ground beef sitting in the fridge, so I quickly brown it while the water boils for the noodles. I throw some garlic bread into the oven, and twenty minutes later, dinner is ready. I pour the spaghetti into a big bowl and put it on the table with the basket full of steaming hot garlic bread. I mix up a salad and pop open a bottle of wine. I’m sure she’ll wonder what the special occasion is, but the truth is that every day with her is a special occasion. I don’t need an excuse.

She makes it home a little while later, and as I thought, she’s surprised by the dinner already waiting for her on the table. I take her things from her hands and sit her down at the table.

“Wow. You did all of this?” she asks, taking a sip of wine.

I nod as I spoon out some pasta onto her plate. “I did. I missed one meal with you today. I didn’t want to miss another.”

“So, you got your lunch then?”

“I did. Thank you. I was starving. I wish you would’ve waited, though. I would have liked to introduce you to Dan.”

“I didn’t want to interrupt. It looked like you were in the middle of an important conversation.”

I nod. “It was important, but it wasn’t formal. Dan was my boss back in the city. He was my mentor, and like a father to me.”

“Oh, well, I’m sorry I missed it. What did he want? Just catching up?”

I take a deep breath. I know I said I wasn’t going to tell her yet, but I can’t lie. “He was here because he’s retiring next month, and he wants me to take his place.”

“In Denver?” she asks, wide-eyed.

I nod. “Yep. This job would have us set for life. It comes with great benefits, a pension; you name it.”

“So, you’d have to move?”

“Or I could stay in the city throughout the week and come home on the weekends.”

“What about when we have kids? I’ll just be here raising them alone all week?”

“It’s just something to think about. I didn’t take the job. He wants me to call him next week and let him know what I…what we decide. But this job, it would set us up for life. It could pay for the kids’ first cars, weddings, colleges, everything.”

Her mouth drops open as she tucks her chin to her chest, and I watch as she moves the food around her plate. “Well, I think if you want the job, you should take it.”

“What do you want?”

She shrugs. “I just want you to be happy.”

I reach out and take her hand in mine. “This isn’t just about me anymore, Nina. It’s about both of us and our future together. I would really like your input.”

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