Page 6 of Sofa King Wanted

“After I run a few errands.”

“All right, I'll meet you there shortly, then?”

“That's the plan.” I give him a thumbs-up before I try to leave again.

“Georgia.” His hand comes down on my forearm, halting me. This is it. I'm going to prison for breaking into his hotel room. He already knows what I'm up to. Maybe I could arrest him first?

“What?!” It comes out way too loud and aggressive, but Neil only lets out a low chuckle.

“You've got something on your uniform.” He motions to my chest.

“Nope, Mr. Saunders already got me on that one. Sorry, but you’re not booping my nose, Mr. FBI Agent. Guess you’re not as cunning as you thought.”

“Maybe not.” He chuckles again, and it sounds sexy. Wait, is he seducing me now? “But you do have something right here.” Neil's hand comes to my chest, and my heart stops. He is seducing me! When he lifts his hand, I see a pink sprinkle. “This.”

“Oh.” Okay, so he’s not seducing me.

To my surprise, he brings it to his mouth and eats it. All right, so we’re back to seducing, I see.

“Well, thanks.” I bolt away from him, but he calls after me. When I spin around, he points over his shoulder.

“Your cruiser is that way.”

“Right.” I hurry in that direction, and I swear I hear him chuckle again.

I ignore him as I get in my cruiser and make my way to the new hotel. It’s the only one in town and just opened recently. When I walk in, I see Danny behind the front desk, and he stands up straighter when he sees me coming.

“Georgia.” He beams.

Danny is a few years younger than me. I was super close to his sister growing up until she left to go out of state for college.

“Hey, Danny, how’s Anna?” I’m bouncing on my heels, so I guess that means the coffee has kicked in. I'm more awake than I have ever been in my life.

“She’s great, and I’m great too. How are you?” The words all tumble out of him, and it appears that his little crush on me is still very much alive and thriving.

“I’m good,” I say and lean up against the front desk. I need to get down to it if I’m going to have time to get in Neil’s room before I have to meet him.

“Wait, are you here on business? I keep forgetting you’re sheriff.”

“Me too,” I admit before I can think better of it. “And yes, I’m here in my official sheriff capacity.”

“Oh.” Danny leans in. “Something going on?”

Everyone in this town loves a bit of gossip. “You know the suit around town, the one that’s been staying here.”

“Is he with the mob?”

That's ridiculous. If he were a mobster, he'd wear a black fedora to go with the suit. Oh, and a flashy red tie.

“Maybe.” I shrug. “I wanted to get a key to his room. Have a poke around. It’s my job to keep this town safe. Otherwise, the next thing we know, the mob will have illegal gambling set up in the back of Dixon’s bar, and you’ll only be able to get in with a code word.”

“Oh no, you think they’ll run the Stitches out of their secret Wednesday night poker games at Dixon’s?”

Shit, I forgot that’s already happening.

“We can’t have anyone riling up the Stitches. Things would get out of control.” Danny nods adamantly in agreement, and I hold out my hand. “Key me.”

“Oh, I can’t do that.” He takes a step back.

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