Page 71 of Hunted, Season Three

“Maybe.”

“Y’all havin’ a weddin’?”

“Uh…” giving the back of neck a scratch is mindlessly done, “probably?”

“You ain’t certain?”

“I’m still tryin’ to wrap my mind around ‘emagreeingto marry my ass.”

The chuckles that flow free from Post are warm.

Friendly.

Full of indications that our non-traditional relationship isn’t a problem for people.

At least not in this town.

Guess my ex might be the exception to that.

But fuck her.

Sheriff keys in the numbers needed to unlock the door; however, the second he turns the handle Deputy Ludwig pops his head around the corner, salt and peppered beard covered face cringing.“Hate to delay ya, Boss, but she’s back.”He flashes the two of us a small cringe.“Again.”

“Ohforfuckssake,” mutters Post in obvious exasperation.“Alright.Go ahead and put her in my office.”

“She um…” Ludwig tugs uncomfortably at the collar of his shirt, “wants to speak with you now.”

“I’ll be right there.”

“Now, now.”

“Like here in the damn hallway?”

“Correct.”

The surrendering of his hands precedes another exhausted sigh.“Let her through.”

“Let who through?”barely has time to leap past my lips.

“Sheriff Post,” unhappily states an almost painfully thin, slightly older than me, blonde woman upon her entering of the area, “youwillspeak with me now.”

A large, well-built male stations himself slightly behind her at the same time Post politely grins.“Of course, Mrs.McAdams.”The hand on the door is relocated to his pocket.“What can I do for ya today?”

McAdams.

As in…

“I want to discuss your findings regarding the whereabouts of my son.”

Yup.

That McAdams.

Folding my arms protectively across my chest is accompanied by drinking in the pale, sharp faced woman that from first glance appears to have given her sonallof her looks.

Not sure who that’s more uncomfortable for.

Her or him.

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