Page 44 of Forget That Guy
Sheriff Black’s scowl softened as he looked at the old woman. “I’m doing good, Margery. I’m sorry to intrude.”
“Oh, you’re never an intrusion, Sheriff Black.” She eyed the man up and down. “It’s always a really nice day when I get to see a man that looks mouthwatering in uniform.”
I swear to all that was holy, Sheriff Black’s cheeks pinked.
“Where are my dogs,Sinclair?”
“I don’t have your dogs,” Denver replied. “I’ve been running cattle all afternoon. I literally just got back to the ranch.”
We all looked to the side of the house where you could see the dogs still lying in the sun, looking exhausted and happy. Brodie’s tail thumped slowly with his excitement.
Dead asleep, he was still in a great mood.
“You do,” she accused. “I got a doorbell alert that showed you sent the girls in to take them.”
“I didn’t send anyone anywhere.” Denver crossed his arms. “Black, she needs to get the hell off my property.”
Black nodded and turned to the woman. “Time to go, ma’am.”
“You would choose him. Your precious club president over doing the right thing.” Juliana sneered at the sheriff. “I’ll just go over your head.”
“You go to the station, and they can give you a number for who to call,” Black suggested with not an ounce of facetiousness. He was completely serious. “It’s time to go now.”
Juliana gave a look around the place, spied us in the windows, and her face changed to completely passive. “Fine.”
Then she left.
The sound of the spoon Catalina was using to scrape her dad’s plate clean of food was the only thing you could hear in the silence that followed her departure.
Hours later, I remembered the papers that I’d forgotten on the kitchen counter of the Windsor Ranch house.
I almost got up to go retrieve them, but eventually decided that they could wait until morning.
I didn’t want to overthink tonight, anyway.
At least, not about my mom.
A certain sexy cowboy, however…
TEN
I have nothing in common with people who wash, dry, fold, and put their laundry away all in one day.
—Denver to Holly
DENVER
I felt lighter than I had in months, and that had everything to do with the woman currently laughing her ass off as she saddled up a horse to ride.
Applesauce gave a mournful whinny, and I spared a few minutes to run my fingers along her favorite spot just behind her right ear.
She leaned into the touch. “You’re not quite recovered yet, dear.”
Applesauce gave a pitiful grumble.
The girls and Holly took off together, riding like the wind.
I was struck a little dumb, though, when I watched the way Holly’s tits bounced as her horse galloped away.
