Page 170 of Sheriff Daddy (Montana Daddies 10)

“The two worst vegetables in the world,” Kiesha said dramatically.

“Um, technically a tomato is a fruit.”

“No fruit tastes that foul.”

“Don’t argue,” Ed told her calmly. “It’s not worth it. Jace, can you brief me then we’ll question the suspect. Matilda, has someone taken your statement?”

“I got it, boss,” Jace told him.

“I’ll get someone to take you home, Matilda. Although we will have a chat later about confronting strange men,” he warned her.

Georgie’s eyebrows rose. Although she wasn’t entirely surprised at his protectiveness.

Before Matilda could reply, the front door opened and a red-haired woman barreled into the room. She was older, probably in her early fifties. Gorgeous, with creamy white skin.

“Where is that asshole! I’m going to kill him.” She stormed forward.

“Mel, calm down.” Ed stepped in front of her, grabbing her gently by the arms. “How about we go talk in my office?”

“I’m going to take my lunch now, boss man,” Kiesha called out, grabbing her handbag. “Me and my bestie need some girl time.”

Ed nodded distractedly, but looked back at her. “Keep your phone on you at all times. Call me if you need anything, okay? Be back here in an hour.”

“Nah, we’ll be longer than that,” Kiesha said, threading her arm around Georgie’s.

“An hour is all you have for lunch,” Ed said firm

ly to Kiesha.

“Make it up to you, boss man. Besides, I’m your girl’s bestie and I’m practically your sister. That gets me special privileges.”

She hustled Georgie out the door just as Ed’s growl filled the room.

“You’re so bad,” Georgie told her.

“I know.” Kiesha winked at her. “But someone’s got to keep the overbearing men in this town on their toes.”

“And that person is you.”

“Exactly.”

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“Oh God. I feel sick.” Georgie looked down at the huge ice cream sundae that she and Kiesha had attempted to polish off by themselves.

“It’s even too much for me. And I once trained for the sugar Olympics.”

“Is that a real thing?” Georgie asked. They’d performed a whirlwind shopping trip and there were bags of clothes sitting at her feet. Kiesha hadn’t bought anything, but she’d been happy to help Georgie shop.

Then she’d insisted that all those calories burned shopping needed replacing. With an enormous ice cream sundae. Probably not a great idea when she hadn’t had actual lunch.

Her phone buzzed. She checked the text.

Ed: All okay?

He’d texted her that several times, even though he had to be busy.

Georgie: All good. Back soon.

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