Page 51 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
“No more bad dreams,” she whispered, sliding a smooth, sexy leg over mine. “Only good ones.”
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CAMRYN
A light snow fell as I climbed into the sheriff’s truck, still shivering from being outside. Oakley flipped a switch on the dash and the vents kicked in full blast. The heat washing over us felt amazing against my face.
“More sliders?”
He licked his lips. The brown paper bag in my lap was already filling the cab of the truck with the delicious smell of spiced meat.
“No. Chicken kabobs.”
He frowned. “Can’t you bring home a pizza or something?”
“I bring what Millie lets me bring,” I smiled. “It’s potluck.”
It was late, and the city was dark. Oakley had dropped me off more than ten hours ago, on the way to his own shift. It had been a long night, too. For some reason the whole town seemed to have shown up for dinner service, and Millie had been in rare form.
“You wouldn’t believe the day I had,” I sighed, kicking my shoes off.
“Yeah, well, did you almost arrest someone for stealing SpaghettiOs?”
I laughed for the first time since this morning. It felt great.
“No. No, I didn’t.”
“Well, I did,” groaned Oakley. “Domestic dispute. This couple was separated, and the guy broke into his old house and took a pillowcase of canned goods. Claimed they were his, and that he’d paid for them.”
“Were they?”
“That’s not up to me,” he grinned. “That’s a civil matter. She did want him arrested though. Breaking and entering, with an intent to steal Green Giant corn and Del Monte vegetables.”
“A diabolical heist.”
Oakley chuckled as he guided us back through town. “He demanded she be arrested for her terrible cooking, and forcing him to eat out of cans for fifteen years.”
Grinning, I put one foot up on the dash, grabbed it, and began massaging the arch. It felt so good my eyes half-closed.
“So how’d you leave it?”
“I told them they had two choices. They could go off in different directions, or I could detain them both and put them side by side, in the back of my truck, until I’d completed my investigation. Which, I noted, might take hours.”
“How fast did they get the fuck out of there?”
“Pretty fast,” laughed Oakley. “The guy left with the SpaghettiO’s, though. Which was pretty weird, considering how much he complained about eating canned food.”
The truck rolled on, the snow flying at the windshield in that pretty way that always made it seem like you were traveling through hyperspace. One leg after the other, I massaged my tired feet through my socks. When I caught Oakley looking, I blew him a kiss and hiked my server’s skirt a little further up my thigh.
“Can I ask you something?” I ventured. “Just between you and I?”
He paused, but only for a moment. “Sure.”
“What happened to Jaxon?”
The snow blew even faster. Our hyperjump accelerated.
“You’re talking about the sleepwalking?”
