Page 3 of Entranced in the Mountains
Cara snaps to attention now that her boss has arrived. Graham just grins at me, loving that he’s gotten under my skin.
“I can’t help it if she finds me irresistible,” he says, grinning at her.
“Sorry about that, Sheriff,” Cara says. “What’s all this?”
“Stolen loot,” I say as I hand it over to her. “The workers here are taking more than just tickets.”
“Sketchy fuckers,” Graham says, looking around with a heated gaze.
The guy might drive me nuts, but I know he’s always looking out for the people of this town too. If the barbarians were at the gates, I know he’d be standing guard right beside me. We’re similar in more ways than either of us would like to admit.
“Try to find the owners of this stuff,” I say to Cara. “And put whatever is left into your truck so they can pick it up at the station later.”
“Yes, Sheriff,” she says, checking the ID in one of the wallets.
“These people aren’t done,” I say as I look around at all of the sketchy workers. “So, keep your eyes on the carnies and off the fire chief.”
Her cheeks start blushing as she nods and disappears into the crowd to find the owners of the stolen gear.
“I’ll tell my boys to keep a look out too,” Graham says.
I want to tell him to stop distracting my deputy, but that’s just the competitive part of me coming out. I’m a little jealous that he found his soulmate and I… haven’t.
“Fine,” I mutter before walking away.
I head over to the large crowd in front of the stage. They’re all watching a guy singing and playing guitar. He’s pretty good, singing a slower version of Bad Moon Rising by CCR. This is a perfect place for pickpockets. Everyone is crowded together, watching the show, and they’ll hardly notice any sticky fingers slipping into their pockets and purses.
But I’ll notice.
I stand there for three more songs, scanning the crowd until a young father comes up to me with his four-year-old daughter sitting on his shoulders. “They shortchanged me at the ticket booth,” he complains. “I gave them a fifty but they only gave me change for a twenty, freaking crooks.”
“Let’s go talk to them,” I say, ready to tear the scammer a new one.
I take two steps toward the ticket booth and then stop, stunned.
The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen stops me in my tracks. She grabs my attention. She grabs mysoul.
She’s… She’s… perfect.
I stare in awe as she walks toward the stage, pulling a huge instrument case on wheels. She’s with three other girls who are also carrying musical instrument cases, but my girl’s instrument is the largest one.
“Sheriff?” the dad asks, turning around now that I’ve stopped following him. “Are you coming?”
“Yeah,” I whisper, but my legs don’t seem to be working. My whole body has shut down.
I turn back to the girl and suck in a breath, heart pounding as I watch her. She has light brown hair, long and soft andfalling past her shoulders. My fingers tingle as I imagine sliding my hands into those thick wavy locks and pulling her mouth to mine.
Those soft plump lips are unreal. They’re so pink. So damn tempting.
And those eyes—Christ, those big, luminous eyes. I need to see them up close, gazing at me. I want to get lost in them. I know one look up close and I’d never recover.
My cock stirs, thickening from the gorgeous view. Those curves… Those breasts… I have to have her.
But how old is she? Twenty-seven? Twenty-eight?
I’m fifty-two. Too damn old for an angel like her. I’d kill to go back in time. To be her age. To have a fucking shot.
I imagine kissing her and I can already taste her sweet delicious tongue. I can already hear her sexy little moans and whimpers as I devour her soft luscious mouth. I let out a desperate groan as my hungry eyes follow her to the stage.
