Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
I grab my radio and clip it onto my belt before I step out. “Is there a reason you're following me, Sheriff?” the man asks before I can close my car door.
“I wasn't following you,” I scoff and pat my gun. “I’m doing my rounds to keep this town safe.”
“Safe, you say?” He pushes off the car. “People are getting shot and killed in your town.”
“It wasn't me.” His brows lift, and I know that's the wrong response. “That issue has been handled. Case closed.”
“Is it?”
“Yeah, it is. I'm working on a new case.” I make my way toward him, and close up, he's even bigger. “Jesus, how tall are you?”
“Six four.”
“Couldn't leave any inches for the rest of us?”
“No.” He doesn't crack a smile. Tough crowd.
“Maybe we should talk about this tint job.”
“Tint job?” His brows pull together in confusion.
“Tint job,” I confirm, knocking on one of the windows. “My new case.”
“Your new case is my tint job?”
“Maybe.” I shrug. “Maybe not.”
“Well, I assure you, it’s legal.”
“Hey, I’m the cop here,” I remind him.
Dang, he’s good-looking, but that’s not going to give him a pass. Maybe I should lock him up for a few hours. I know that the cell works at the station. I learned that the hard way when I got myself locked inside it.
“You got me there. I’m not a cop.” He reaches into the front pocket of his suit and pulls out a black wallet. When he flips it open, it reveals a badge. “I’m an FBI agent.”
“Fine,” I sigh dramatically. “I’ll let the tint job slide, but you’re on thin ice.”
He doesn’t seem the least bit fazed. Maybe I’m the one on thin ice and I don’t know it. Meh, I don’t know a lot of things.
Chapter Two
NEIL
There’s a wedding happening in Cottonwood. They’ve got the gazebo full of people at the edge of town, and it looks like the ceremony is almost over. Beside the gazebo are a few white tents set up for what I assume is the reception.
When I checked into the one and only hotel in town a few days ago, the lady behind the desk asked me if I was a friend of the bride or groom. I made sure to keep it vague, but in a town as small as this one, I’m sure it won’t take them long to figure it out.
This case landed in my lap, and I was told to come here and check into it. From what I could tell, it all seemed straightforward. I couldn’t understand why I would need to reopen an investigation, but then I saw the name of the deceased. Simon Gregory.
He was the son of the wealthy investment banker Robert Gregory, the same Robert Gregory who funds most of the political campaigns in Washington. Robert is looking to place blame on anyone but his son, and my job is to find that person.
I’ve been with the Bureau for long enough to know how things work. If I want to keep my job, I need to put my head down and get this done. Do the research, talk to local law enforcement, and make sure everything is handled properly. But after talking to the new sheriff yesterday in the grocery store parking lot, I’m not so sure my job is going to be that easy.
A streak of baby blue darts out from the front of my car, and I turn to see Sheriff Georgia Dawson.
“Care to explain what you’re doing here, creeping on a perfectly legal wedding?” She puts her hands on her hips like she expects her gun to be there, but she must have forgotten she’s wearing a dress.
My eyes slowly rake down her body as I take in the tight dress clinging to her curves. It’s strapless, so her full tits are pushed high, and it’s nipped in at the waist. Her hips flare out so dramatically they might as well be handlebars for a man to hold on to. I can feel my fingers twitch at my side with the need to sink them into her. My god.
I knew yesterday that she had a lush body hiding under that uniform, but my imagination wasn’t creative enough. Seeing her wrapped in the snug baby blue dress makes her look innocent and slutty at the same time. What I wouldn’t give to find out how well she could take my dick.
So yeah, this is why my job isn’t going to be so easy.
“They have a permit?” I raise a brow in challenge, and her eyes widen.
“That’s none of your business. Besides, you haven’t told me what you’re really doing here. You flashed me your badge and then skedaddled.”
“Skedaddled?”
“Oh, they didn’t teach you fancy words at your FBI school? Can’t relate.” She flips her dark waves off her shoulder, and the golden skin showing makes my mouth water.