Page 50 of A Curse On Black Lake
He’s off. He could be tired, he could be stressed, but something isn’t right about him. I’ve known Wyatt my entire life. I worked with him for years, and my gut tells me something is very wrong. I have no choice but to continue with the plan and tell him my alibi. Even though the thought of Wyatt evenlookingat Eliana makes my skin crawl.
“I was with Eliana Greer,” I tell him.
His expression drops, and he blinks in disbelief. At least that’s what Ithinkit is.
“Do you know her?” I ask him.
He shrugs and breaks eye contact. “She’s not exactly a social butterfly, keeps to herself, but yes, I know her. Her grandmother, Juniper Greer, recently died.”
“Yes, unfortunately.”
“And you’re … seeing her?” he asks.
“I don’t kiss and tell,” I mutter.
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“Because it wasn’t relevant,” I snap.
“And she can corroborate this?” Wyatt asks.
I smile and lean forward on my thighs. “Yes because she was there, Wyatt.”
“So you wouldn’t mind if I went over to the apothecary to ask?” he asks me like he’s trying to call my bluff.
I swallow the growl that builds in my throat and stand. “Sure, I’ll lead the way.”Because I sure as shit won’t let you say a word to her without me being there.
My teeth are virtually nubs by the time we pull up to Eliana’s house. It’s white with blue shutters and a nice front porch that doubles as the entry to her apothecary. Needs a paint job, but it fits her.
She’s probably out back with the animals, and I don’t want to scare her, but she doesn’t have a cell phone, and I’m not all that sure if she has a working landline either.
Forcing myself to stay levelheaded, I walk up to the door and notice a few deck boards are coming loose, too.I’ll fix those later.
I knock and glance at Wyatt behind me.
“You knock?” Wyatt asks as he pops a peppermint in his mouth. “I figured if you’ve been seeing her, then you could walk right in.”
“It’s called respect,” I grunt. Even though he’s right and I should have walked in because it would support that we’ve been seeing each other and there’s a familiarity between us.
The door opens, and my mouth goes dry. Her long white hair is piled on top of her head with a pencil stuck through the center. She’s wearing a white sundress with little flowers all over it that curves deliciously over her chest.
It’s a good thing Wyatt is here because I want to scoop her up in my arms and taste every inch of skin my eyes can see. And past experience tells me she has no idea how beautiful she really is.
“Hey, darlin’, we have a visitor,” I say, clasping her hip and pressing a kiss to her temple. I swear she gasps.
Gripping her hip tightly, I hope she picks up what I’m putting down.
“Hi,” she says with a smile in her voice as she gazes up at me.
“Um, how can I help you, Sheriff Sawyer?” she asks.
I stand right behind her, my hands on both of her hips, sending Wyatt every signal to back off.
“Hi Ms. Greer, can I come in?” Wyatt asks.
“No.” “Yes.” We say at the same time.
I gently squeeze her hip. “No, Wyatt, you cannot come in.”
