Page 4 of Beneath the Blue Moon
You’ve got to be kidding me.
He smiles as he takes my hand.“Yeah… My folks have quite asense of humor.”
“Nice to meet you both, and thank you for your help,” I sayas I shake Charlie’s hand.
They tip their hats, and I look from left to right at allthree men.Brick and Charlie are about the same height, maybe two inchesshorter than the sheriff.They’re smaller, too, but still defined.Funny,though—they all have the same eyes, tanned skin, and dark hair.They couldeasily pass for brothers.Three scorching-hot brothers.Quite a threesome.Threesome,hmm… Ugh, stop it!Now I know it’s been too long when thoughts like thatenter my head.I glance back at the sheriff.There’s just something about him, someforceemanating from him.Something formidable… dominant.
“I must say, if all the men around here look like you three,it’s gonna be fun living in Canid.”
For that, I get three bashful smiles and three pairs ofaverted eyes.How sweet.The men here are a far cry from the ones back home.Myphone vibrates, pulling me out of my haze, and I fish it from my pocket.It’smy best friend, Sandra.
“Excuse me,” I tell the men.
“No, go ahead,” the sheriff replies.
I smile at him and push the call button.“Hey, Sandy.”
“I’m going crazy here, Case… Please, tell me you found him.”
“Yes, I found him.He’s fine.”
“Oh, thank God!Where was he?”
“Sitting on a park bench.I had the help of three veryhandsome officers, though.”
“Three?Girl, save me one.Since you saw ’em first, I’llgive you dibs.”
I glance over at them, and my eyes settle on the sheriff.Dibs.
“Deal.I’ll call you later when I get home.”
“Okay.Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
I hang up and give the men a grateful smile.They all look alittle flushed.I guess it was because of my handsome comment.
“Thank you again for your help, gentlemen.”
“No problem, Miss Bryan,” all three reply.
They even talk in sync.Wow.“Casey, please.Good night.”
“Good night, Casey.”
Again, in sync.
The sheriff walks me to my car and opens my door.Quite agentleman.I glance down at his left hand.No ring.We’re in business.
“Would you like me to escort you home?”he asks.
“I’m fine, but thanks for the offer.”
He nods in acceptance.“Drive safely.”
“I will.Y’all should stop by The Round-up sometime.Drinksare on me.”
Waving good-bye, I hop in my car and drive away.
