dinner.” But it was to be the station. Police business only. They were done. Why couldn’t she accept that?
He said goodbye and she watched his large shoulders swaying as he reached his car and drove away.
Get over him, Summer, she scolded herself, feeling an emptiness opening a pit in her stomach. She wished all this was over so she wouldn’t have to keep seeing him. It was just too painful.
She grimaced and walked back to join the children. They continued to tease her about being arrested. Doubt nagged at her. What did he want?
Chapter 7
Summer’s class ran over into the late afternoon. She hadn’t left her house until six. It was almost seven now. The station stood behind the courthouse proper, a landmark built in 1727 of mortar, brick and slate. Even the old jail bars still covered some of the windows. A portico connected it to a more modern larger building with a small rotunda. Spring pansies filled the beds with yellows, blues and purples.
All the court cases had ended for the day and the parking lot was empty. She picked a choice parking spot near the front door. The sheriff’s department was in the basement of the new courts building and it took her a few minutes to follow the signs to the front desk. The past couple of times she had come here, she had entered through the back door where prisoners were processed.
She found the halls deserted. Even Reese’s office was empty. She could see through the glass he wasn’t there. It seemed odd that no one was manning the sheriff’s office. Why had he asked her to come here? She turned on her heels to leave, when she bumped into Reese.
She jumped. “You scared me.”
“You should be used to that.” He gave her a knowing look that was way too perceptive.
“What do you mean?”
“Someone who has a wendigo tormenting her should be used to getting frightened.”
Her brows snapped together in a frown. “You remember?”
“Every detail.”
Summer wondered why Fala hadn’t erased his memory. Meikoda had assured Summer she would make sure of it. “Fala didn’t come to see you?” she asked, baffled.
“She did. When she told me why she’d come to see me, I begged her not to destroy my memory.” He stepped up to her, so close she felt his body heat burning through her jeans and shirt.
“But you know my secret.”
“You afraid I’ll hold it over you?” He blinked down at her with those perceptive, sleepy eyes, his hot breath caressing her face.
“You’re the sheriff, of course you will.”
He cupped her chin, sending a shiver down her throat that pooled in her breasts. Her nipples hardened as his deep voice softened. “I owe you an apology, Summer. Can you ever forgive me for blaming you for the disappearances?”
“Only for losing faith in me.”
“If you let me, I’ll spend my life making it up to you.” His voice grew husky with emotion as he slid his burly arms around her.
His hard body engulfed her as she laid her cheek on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. “What is the first thing you’ll do?” she asked, teasing.
“Well, I already cleared this place out so we could be alone and talk. I didn’t know if you’d forgive me.”
“And what if I hadn’t?” she asked, while she ran her palms over his chest, feeling every muscle in his body turn to steel.
“I was going to use my handcuffs first, make love to you, then if that didn’t work, put us both in a holding cell until you changed your mind.” He smiled and it lit up his handsome face.
A hint of that boy she’d fallen in love with in high school stared down at her. Her heart raced as she said, “Your office sounds good as long as I can put the cuffs on you.”
He chuckled, his whole chest moving. “You can put them anywhere on me you like, sweetheart.” He kissed her then, devouring her mouth.
She kissed him back and knew they had found each other again, for good.
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He said goodbye and she watched his large shoulders swaying as he reached his car and drove away.
Get over him, Summer, she scolded herself, feeling an emptiness opening a pit in her stomach. She wished all this was over so she wouldn’t have to keep seeing him. It was just too painful.
She grimaced and walked back to join the children. They continued to tease her about being arrested. Doubt nagged at her. What did he want?
Chapter 7
Summer’s class ran over into the late afternoon. She hadn’t left her house until six. It was almost seven now. The station stood behind the courthouse proper, a landmark built in 1727 of mortar, brick and slate. Even the old jail bars still covered some of the windows. A portico connected it to a more modern larger building with a small rotunda. Spring pansies filled the beds with yellows, blues and purples.
All the court cases had ended for the day and the parking lot was empty. She picked a choice parking spot near the front door. The sheriff’s department was in the basement of the new courts building and it took her a few minutes to follow the signs to the front desk. The past couple of times she had come here, she had entered through the back door where prisoners were processed.
She found the halls deserted. Even Reese’s office was empty. She could see through the glass he wasn’t there. It seemed odd that no one was manning the sheriff’s office. Why had he asked her to come here? She turned on her heels to leave, when she bumped into Reese.
She jumped. “You scared me.”
“You should be used to that.” He gave her a knowing look that was way too perceptive.
“What do you mean?”
“Someone who has a wendigo tormenting her should be used to getting frightened.”
Her brows snapped together in a frown. “You remember?”
“Every detail.”
Summer wondered why Fala hadn’t erased his memory. Meikoda had assured Summer she would make sure of it. “Fala didn’t come to see you?” she asked, baffled.
“She did. When she told me why she’d come to see me, I begged her not to destroy my memory.” He stepped up to her, so close she felt his body heat burning through her jeans and shirt.
“But you know my secret.”
“You afraid I’ll hold it over you?” He blinked down at her with those perceptive, sleepy eyes, his hot breath caressing her face.
“You’re the sheriff, of course you will.”
He cupped her chin, sending a shiver down her throat that pooled in her breasts. Her nipples hardened as his deep voice softened. “I owe you an apology, Summer. Can you ever forgive me for blaming you for the disappearances?”
“Only for losing faith in me.”
“If you let me, I’ll spend my life making it up to you.” His voice grew husky with emotion as he slid his burly arms around her.
His hard body engulfed her as she laid her cheek on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. “What is the first thing you’ll do?” she asked, teasing.
“Well, I already cleared this place out so we could be alone and talk. I didn’t know if you’d forgive me.”
“And what if I hadn’t?” she asked, while she ran her palms over his chest, feeling every muscle in his body turn to steel.
“I was going to use my handcuffs first, make love to you, then if that didn’t work, put us both in a holding cell until you changed your mind.” He smiled and it lit up his handsome face.
A hint of that boy she’d fallen in love with in high school stared down at her. Her heart raced as she said, “Your office sounds good as long as I can put the cuffs on you.”
He chuckled, his whole chest moving. “You can put them anywhere on me you like, sweetheart.” He kissed her then, devouring her mouth.
She kissed him back and knew they had found each other again, for good.
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