Page 10 of Beneath the Blue Moon
“Born and bred.”
“You like it here?”
“It’s home.”
“I’m from New York.Staten Island, aka the forgotten borough.I miss it a little, but I like it here so far.It’s really quiet, nice people.It has its advantages.”
Like a bronzed god for a sheriff.I kick my wedgedsandals off and place my feet on the dashboard, wiggling my toes.
“You don’t mind, do you?”I ask.
“Um… no, of course not.”
That uncomfortable look is on his face again, and he keepsglancing at my legs.Huh… a little leg cleavage has the sheriff feeling theheat?
“Where did you learn to handle a bar like that?”he asks.
“I worked as a bartender all through college.By the time Igraduated, I was a manager.”
“What did you study?”
“Business at NYU.I’m gonna run my own bar one day.”
“Why a bar?”
“I just love the atmosphere.Plus, you have to admit, I’mpretty good at it.”
“Yes, you are,” he agrees.
“You like being a sheriff?”
“I love it.”
“You would.You strike me as one those alpha-male types.”
His laugh begins as a low rumble.Did I say somethingfunny?He throws his head back, his chest shaking with laughter.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing… just… What about you?Are you the alpha-female type?”
“All the way, baby!I was born to lead.”
He looks over at me, his eyes flush with desire.My heart beatsan erratic rhythm as I stare into them.
“Could you pull over here for a sec?”I ask.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
He pulls over, and I slide next to him.His breathingbecomes heavy.The sexual tension in the small cab is so thick you need anelectric saw to cut it.He grips the steering wheel hard and looks straightahead.
“Sheriff?”I touch his cheek and turn his face toward me.“Areyou going to kiss me or not?”
“I want to.”
“Then do it already.”
