Meredith comes out of the back just as he’s signing up for our waitlist.
“Sheriff,” she greets warmly, and he gives her a big, toothy smile when he looks up at her.
“Meredith! What are you doing working in a place like this instead of at your father’s?”
“Wanted to make it on my own.”
He nods. “That’s admirable. Pretty girl like you could have gotten married rich and had it all.”
I frown, not loving the way he’s talking to her. It’s on the wrong side of creepy, given that he’s old enough to be her grandfather, practically.
“Well, that was never my path.”
“I was sure you'd be barefoot and pregnant by now."
Meredith pales, and I clear my throat.
“We’ll contact you as soon as we have a slot, Sheriff.”
He glances at me, his gaze cold. “All right. See you later.”
He tips his hat at Meredith and leaves, and she lets out a relieved sigh.
I stare after the sheriff, wanting to go after him. I hate how protective I am over Meredith sometimes.
But she seems uncomfortable, and I hate that for her.
ChapterTwenty-One
MEREDITH
“Hashe always been like that toward you?” Logan demands to know.
“What do you mean?”
“Creepy.”
I let out a long breath.
My family has a complicated relationship with the sheriff because, thanks to Logan, Grayson got in a lot of trouble when he was younger. The reason he was never arrested or prosecuted was because of the sheriff.
“Kind of.”
Logan stiffens. “I'll talk to him when he comes back in.”
I put my hand on his shoulder. “No, you won’t. We don’t need to draw attention to…whatever this is.”
Logan huffs out a breath. “But I hate the way he talks to you.”
“So do I. But that’s life. Some guys are creepy.”
“Is Paul still creepy?”
I can’t help but smile a little at his jealousy. “Paul was never creepy. He was always nice to me, until you threatened him. Now he doesn’t talk to me at all.”
“Good.”
I roll my eyes, but I’m secretly a little pleased. I have to admit that to myself. I want Logan pining over me, wanting me. I don’t want him to want anyone else.