Page 5 of Warrant
“What made you decide to leave home behind and start over here?”
“I want something of my own.” Her brows went up at that. “I’ll forever be grateful to my uncle,” I continued. “Learned everything I know about law enforcement from him. But I wanted my own place. Somewhere that I didn’t know everyone and they didn’t know me.”
She nodded in understanding. “I get that.”
Sucking in a deep breath, I wondered how she’d even gotten me to open up this quickly. I wasn’t the type to spill my guts to others.
A knock on the door interrupted us and I motioned for the deputy to open it. Owen stuck his head in, looking a little…irritated. “Someone here to see you, Sheriff.”
“Okay,” I said. I didn’t like being the center of attention, but that was going to be unavoidable for the next few months until the townspeople got used to me. I stood up, then frowned as the man from last night walked in.
Good Lord he was pretty. And worse, he knew it.
Pretty was too feminine to describe him, but what the hell? It wasn’t untrue. He had a handsome face, and a charming, and disarming, grin. There were tattoos down his arms and over the backs of his hand. He even had one across his throat. Not that I could see most of them today. The wind was blowing hard out there today so he was wearing a black hoodie under his leather cut, but I’d seen them last night.
He should look like a thug. But he didn’t. It was those glittering blue eyes that watched me like I was prey and he was the predator. He was dangerous, but he wasn’t a common thug.
His brown hair was cut close on the sides, and was just a little longer on top. My eyes swept over him. One of the first things Sheriff Denison had warned me about was the local motorcycle club.
“Bunch of misfits,” he grunted. “But they mostly keep to themselves.”
Something told me they did a lot more than that, but that Denison was willing to turn a blind eye to it all.
“Oh, hey, Warrant,” Harlow said, grinning at him. “I was just introducing myself to the new sheriff, but I need to go.” She paused at the door as Warrant stepped out of her way. “You need to come out to lunch with us sometime.”
“Us?” I asked.
“Those women I was telling you about.” She winked, patted Warrant on the chest, then left as quickly as she’d come.
“She’s…nice,” I said, searching for something to say when he just kept staring at me.
“Yeah, Harlow’s good people.”
Okay.
“Uh, what can I do for you…Warrant?” I frowned when I said his name.
“It’s what I can do for you…Sheriff,” he said, echoing my earlier hesitation. He clearly wanted my name.
Wasn’t happening. I was already too interested in this guy. He was too good looking. Too charming. Distance was the only thing I needed from Warrant. I had too much to focus on to be spending time thinking about men. And I’d spent far too much of last night thinking aboutthisman.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
He nodded at the filing cabinet. “Thought you wanted inside that monstrosity?”
The cabinet took up the entirety of the wall behind my desk. Monstrosity was a term for it. I was willing to admit, if only to myself, I was dying to see what was in there.
Putting my hands on my hips, I studied him. “You think you can get in it?”
“That’s right.”
“Without destroying it?” I asked, tone suspicious. He struck me as the type to manhandle the cabinet until it gave in. I wasn’t sure he was capable of finesse. It didn’t matter that I didn’t really know him. I was good at reading people.
He grinned at me and pulled a gun out of the back of his jeans.
My hand hit my holster as my mouth popped open in shock.
His laughter filled the room as he re-holstered his weapon and held up his hands in surrender. “I’m kidding.”
