Page 74 of Secrets Hidden In The Glass

“Plus, I don’t love the idea of everyone knowing when the sheriff heads into the pharmacy to buy protection,” Callie added.

He smiled. “The price we pay for living in a small town. Absolutely no privacy.”

She grabbed her purse, settling the strap on her shoulder. “I like my privacy.”

“Any time you want to change your mind, we’ll figure out something else.”

She nodded. “Thanks.”

“I should go too.”

“Wait,” she said as she grabbed the small centerpiece box off the counter. “What do you want for dinner tonight? I was thinking about stopping by the boat for some fish.”

He put on his jacket and they both started toward the door. “Go ahead and grab whatever. We can cook together.”

“I like that idea.”

“Hold up.” He snagged her arm as they made it to the truck, and he kissed her. “Watch yourself on the roads. It’s cold and the temperatures aren’t going to get any better. Black ice isn’t out of the question as we head into the afternoon.”

“Good to know.” She opened the door and put her box on the front seat. “Stay safe.”

He nodded. “That’s the plan. We’ll make some room for you in my drawers tonight.”

“Okay.”

He waited for her to settle into the truck and back up, then started down the road behind her, following her into town and giving a quick toot of the horn as he turned right into the station parking lot and she took a left toward the bakery. He smiled, thinking of the last few minutes. Hot, fast sex in the bedroom, then both of them rushing out the door to get to work. They had a routine—their very own rhythm. And now Callie’s clothes were at his place. For the most part, they were living together, which was exactly what he wanted. As he saw it, life was pretty damn good. He had every intention of keeping it that way.