Page 35 of The Bodyguard
“I wanted to feel safe,” she muttered. But the glasses, which she’d had perched on her head while we were shopping, were down now, over her eyes. I hated it.
“You don’t feel safe in my town?” There was a little bit of pride on the line. I was the sheriff.
“I’m just taking precautions. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
No, there was nothing wrong with that. “Okay. I’ll let you go and I’ll see you tonight.”
She nodded and stood back as she got into her car. Then I watched as she pulled away.
Something was going on there and I was going to find out what.
I was also going to have to do a lot of work to the get the grill ready for freaking barbecued chicken if she was going to believe I hadn’t made all of that up on the fly.
Now who was pulling stunts?
