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and more warm than anything, which was odd to say about blue eyes.
    Weird. What the hell was he doing noticing the sheriff’s eyes? The man wanted to lock him up. Now Beau, on the other hand…. Beau, he wanted to get to know a lot better. His mind didn’t seem to agree, and an image of the sheriff laughing as he’d whined about the blog came to mind. Zane really did have a great laugh.
    Really weird. Maybe they were in the twilight zone after all.
    “Well, Mary Caroline. I’m off to the high school to take some random pictures of birdhouses for the blog. Thanks for showing me your yard and for the tea.”
    “You’re welcome, Jefferson Lee. Would you and Uncle Sherman like to come over for dinner tomorrow night?”
    “That would be nice. Let me check with him and make sure he thinks he’s up for it. I’ll call you later.”
    Jefferson gave her a quick hug and made his way toward the high school. The walk was a little farther than he’d remembered, and Jefferson regretted not wearing his sneakers for the trip. They weren’t as nice as his leather boots and didn’t look nearly as good with the shirt and vest combination he’d decided made him look very bloggerly.
    Not that anyone in Holly Creek gave a crap, but he’d realized the shirt and vest combo worked really well on him. With a sigh, Jefferson accepted the fact that he’d have blisters by the time he made it back to Uncle Sherman’s. Served him right for thinking he could do a walk about the town. Maybe he should talk Uncle Sherman into getting a golf cart. They could probably write it off as an expense for the blog.
    He somehow doubted Uncle Sherman would agree with him. Finally the high school came into view, and Jefferson didn’t have to look far to find the birdhouses Owen had mentioned. They were hanging outside the school’s shop on a weird clothesline-type contraption that the shop teacher must have built.
    Weird. So much weird in this town. Jefferson wondered for a moment if it was contagious before he started snapping pictures of the birdhouses. He’d taken a few dozen pictures and started the walk back to town when the sheriff’s cruiser pulled up beside him.
    “Are you kidding me?” Jefferson grumbled as the sheriff stopped and rolled down his window.
    “So you must be the strange man who was taking pictures of the school.”
    “Strange? I’m not strange! What?”
    “Selma Jane got a call from Mr. Cornwall, who said some strange man was prowling around outside the school taking pictures.”
    “Oh my God. This town!”
    Zane cackled and gestured to the other side of the car. “Hop in, and I’ll give you a ride back to town.”
    Jefferson grumbled under his breath but did as the sheriff suggested, since his feet were killing him.
    Zane picked up the radio and gave Jefferson an amused look as he pressed the button. “Selma Jane? It’s Sheriff Zane.”
    “Sheriff, did you find the prowler?”
    “I did. It was Jefferson Lee. I’m taking him back to town now.”
    “What on earth was Jefferson Lee doing taking pictures out at the high school?”
    Jefferson scowled and pulled the radio from the sheriff’s hand. “Hey, Selma Jane. I was trying to be nice and take some pictures of the birdhouses the kids worked so hard on for the blog. Guess I shouldn’t bother putting them up now as everyone will think I’m crazy. It’s a real shame, because they did real good work on them.”
    “Oh no! Jefferson Lee! You’ve got to put those pictures on the blog. The kids would be so tickled, and think what their parents would say if they had their kids’ work on the blog. I’ll talk to Mr. Cornwall and make sure he knows. Don’t you worry about a thing, sugar.”
    “Thanks, Selma Jane. If you’re sure… I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.”
    “Nonsense. You were doing a good thing. I’ll make sure everybody knows.”
    Jefferson smirked at Zane as he handed the radio back.
    “I really should arrest you after that god-awful