Page 87 of Wildest Forever

Placing the dishes down in the center of the table, I pull my chair out and sit opposite my husband.

“This all looks amazing,” he chimes, shuffling in his seat as he grabs the serving spoons and tongs and begins to dish mine and his food up.

It's a quick dinner, but also full of goodies too.Roasted veg, creamed potatoes, steaks and a homemade sauce.Once he is finished with my plate, he serves his own.

“How are you?” he asks, sliding his knife into the medium rare meat.

I pause for a moment, a blink passing between us.“Not too bad...” my brows furrow as I pop a forkful of food into my mouth, chewing slowly.

“I just wanted to check in, that's all... I know it's been a tough few weeks.”

I swallow then reach for my water, bringing it to my lips and taking a mouthful.

“It has,” I smile at him, “but I feel at peace knowing he is out of pain, not that it makes my pain any easier, but...” I trail off and place my drink back down.

“I get that,” he nods, forking another mouthful of food past his lips. “This is really good,” he gives me a boyish smile and I smile back.

“Is there any update on the Boot?” I ask, trying to get the conversation away from me.

“Riggs has put the plans in and has instructed a construction crew to be available, but nothing much yet. He wants to make it pretty much how it was before. There is something about that place...” he pauses.

“That's how I feel about Randy's,” I admit, cutting into my steak and swiping it through the creamy mash.

“I'm looking forward to going with you... maybe we can have a dance... re-visit all those weeks ago when you came up to me so brazen...”My cheeks turn pink at his words.

“You're not shy Morgan, far from it...” he licks his lips as he places his knife and fork on the plate and reaches for his water.

“Maybe I’m not...” I trail off and my insides are twisting as the seconds go on. “But then again, I had some tequila flowing through my bloodstream... and well, you seemed like a challenge but now we're married well...” and I see the way his eyes darken in seconds.

“Are you trying to tease me?” his tongue is pushed into his cheek, and I pull my bottom lip behind my teeth.

“Me?” my hand moves to my chest, “never.” I shake my head from side to side.

He chuckles softly before picking up his cutlery and eating.

I wait a beat or two before I finish my own dinner and for the first time in a month, a slither of happiness wraps around a bundle of sadness.

But it's momentary.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

PACEY

Pacing the floor of the Sheriff’s office, my hands in my pocket as I wait for Riggs to get here.Rage simmers deep inside of me at what I may have uncovered, but I need to keep a lid on it until I have had a fresh pair of eyes on the evidence.

The door catches as it closes and I find my eyes lifting to see Riggs walking in.

Signature black jacket, brown cowboy hat, aviator sunglasses, a dirty tee and jeans and heavy work boots.

“You okay?” he asks as he slips off his glasses and hooks them in his tee neck, hands on his hips as his eyes bounce between mine.

“Not really,” I finally stop, staring at him, one of my hands reaching up and pushing through my hair.

Riggs rolls his lips then looks at the manilla envelope on my desk.

His brow raises.

“Is that it?” he points at the envelope, and I nod.

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