house. Twenty minutes later, she reappeared, wearing a white tank-top, blue jeans and a pair of western boots. In her hand, she carried a denim jacket.
Taylor swallowed hard. Damn, where’s this girl been hiding? A gold chair drew his eyes to her neck and collar bone. His mouth watered as he visualized kissing her there.
“Is everything okay, Sheriff?” Her hoop earrings shook on either side of her head, as she put on her jacket.
“Yeah.” Taylor held open the car door for her. “I was just thinking about something.”
*
In a town like Morgansville, a local spot can be a good thirty minutes away giving plenty of time for conversation. Farrah changed Taylor’s radio station from metal to blue grass. “So what did you do, go down your list of contacts until someone agreed to accompany you?”
“Actually, I’m an undercover FDLE special agent, assigned to protect you.” Not wanting to lie to her again, he tried to make the statement sound like a joke as he turned off her idea of music.
“Sure you are.” She rolled her eyes. “Like anyone from Boringsville, needs protecting from anything worse than guys with raging hormones.” She changed the radio station to classic rock. “And for future reference, don’t blow your horn when you drive up to the house. The horses spook easy.”
“Time to change the subject. I feel a spanking coming on.”
“Why, Sheriff.” She turned in her seat. “I didn’t know you were the type.”
How in hell could someone so innocent looking be so bold? He felt his body reacting to her words. Easy, boy. She’s your assignment. “So, has old Teddy calmed down any?” Taylor thought it a wise move to ask about Farrah’s boyfriend, just in case he forgot he wasn’t supposed to know Ted was out of town.
“He left for Florida State this morning. If he’s good enough, they might even let him play in part of the final game.”
Taylor couldn’t help but notice even though Farrah was smiling, she was also looking at the floor of the car. “Isn’t that good news?”
“I suppose. It’s just things are changing way too fast.” She stared at the landscape. “Maybe I’m just being childish.”
“I don’t think so. It’s natural to want to hold on to the familiar.” He pulled into a parking space and got out to open her door. “Are you ready to check this place out?”
She put on her jacket and left the car. “Sherriff, were you being sincere about wanting to hold on to the familiar?”
He shut the door and pressed the lock button on his key ring. The car blinked its lights and beeped. He remembered his life with Lianna. Gloom hung over him like a thunder cloud. “It’s human nature to want to feel safe. That’s done by surrounding ourselves with familiarity.”
Farrah nodded as they crossed the dimly lit parking lot.
They showed their ID’s to the guy working the door and Farrah received her Under 21 stamp. They made their way inside the dark, crowded, little place. The music was loud, Taylor’s beer was cold, and the ribs practically fell off the bone. They made it through their meals with small talk.
“The band isn’t half bad for country music.” Taylor took a swallow of his beer. “Would you like to dance?”
“Are you sure you know how to dance to this kind of music?” Farrah teased. “I don’t hear any Gloria Estefan, being played.”
Latino jokes. Real cute. He made a mental note to enlighten her about different Latino cultures. That is, if he didn’t fired for taking her out first. He stood up. “Oh, I might just surprise you.”
“Okay, Sheriff.” Farrah tossed back her hair. “You’re on.”
“I thought I told you to call me Heath.”
“Okay, Sheriff Heath.” She threw a napkin at him and headed for the dance floor. “Show me whatcha got.”
He followed her.
Taylor swallowed hard. Damn, where’s this girl been hiding? A gold chair drew his eyes to her neck and collar bone. His mouth watered as he visualized kissing her there.
“Is everything okay, Sheriff?” Her hoop earrings shook on either side of her head, as she put on her jacket.
“Yeah.” Taylor held open the car door for her. “I was just thinking about something.”
*
In a town like Morgansville, a local spot can be a good thirty minutes away giving plenty of time for conversation. Farrah changed Taylor’s radio station from metal to blue grass. “So what did you do, go down your list of contacts until someone agreed to accompany you?”
“Actually, I’m an undercover FDLE special agent, assigned to protect you.” Not wanting to lie to her again, he tried to make the statement sound like a joke as he turned off her idea of music.
“Sure you are.” She rolled her eyes. “Like anyone from Boringsville, needs protecting from anything worse than guys with raging hormones.” She changed the radio station to classic rock. “And for future reference, don’t blow your horn when you drive up to the house. The horses spook easy.”
“Time to change the subject. I feel a spanking coming on.”
“Why, Sheriff.” She turned in her seat. “I didn’t know you were the type.”
How in hell could someone so innocent looking be so bold? He felt his body reacting to her words. Easy, boy. She’s your assignment. “So, has old Teddy calmed down any?” Taylor thought it a wise move to ask about Farrah’s boyfriend, just in case he forgot he wasn’t supposed to know Ted was out of town.
“He left for Florida State this morning. If he’s good enough, they might even let him play in part of the final game.”
Taylor couldn’t help but notice even though Farrah was smiling, she was also looking at the floor of the car. “Isn’t that good news?”
“I suppose. It’s just things are changing way too fast.” She stared at the landscape. “Maybe I’m just being childish.”
“I don’t think so. It’s natural to want to hold on to the familiar.” He pulled into a parking space and got out to open her door. “Are you ready to check this place out?”
She put on her jacket and left the car. “Sherriff, were you being sincere about wanting to hold on to the familiar?”
He shut the door and pressed the lock button on his key ring. The car blinked its lights and beeped. He remembered his life with Lianna. Gloom hung over him like a thunder cloud. “It’s human nature to want to feel safe. That’s done by surrounding ourselves with familiarity.”
Farrah nodded as they crossed the dimly lit parking lot.
They showed their ID’s to the guy working the door and Farrah received her Under 21 stamp. They made their way inside the dark, crowded, little place. The music was loud, Taylor’s beer was cold, and the ribs practically fell off the bone. They made it through their meals with small talk.
“The band isn’t half bad for country music.” Taylor took a swallow of his beer. “Would you like to dance?”
“Are you sure you know how to dance to this kind of music?” Farrah teased. “I don’t hear any Gloria Estefan, being played.”
Latino jokes. Real cute. He made a mental note to enlighten her about different Latino cultures. That is, if he didn’t fired for taking her out first. He stood up. “Oh, I might just surprise you.”
“Okay, Sheriff.” Farrah tossed back her hair. “You’re on.”
“I thought I told you to call me Heath.”
“Okay, Sheriff Heath.” She threw a napkin at him and headed for the dance floor. “Show me whatcha got.”
He followed her.
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