“No, but I’m the temporary new guy. They’re ready to tell me when I do something different from the sheriff.”
She enjoyed watching him eat so...enthusiastically. “How do you handle that?”
He tore off some bread. “I just let them tell me how things are normally done. Unless it sounds so off-the-wall I’ll go along with them, or I go ask Connie Lara, our dispatcher, and the sheriff’s sister.” He grinned and took a big bite and chewed. “This is great.”
“Thank you.”
“Another of Grandma’s recipes?”
She nodded. “What can I say? She was a good cook.”
Ryan picked up his fork, and said, “It’s my favorite.”
Cullen took another big bite, and groaned while he chewed his food, then said, “I’m thinking it’s mine, too.”
Ryan giggled.
Cullen winked at her nephew, and something melted around Shelby’s heart. She could get into trouble if she wasn’t careful. She had to stay alert and not fall into a false sense of security. Gil was out there. She didn’t doubt that he had the means to find her. Why? What did he want from her? Well, he wasn’t getting any more. He’d already stolen her sister.
Out of the blue, Ryan asked, “Can I ride your horse, Sheriff?”
Shelby started to answer, but Cullen was faster. “I’m not sure. The horses just moved in to their new home. They might be a little scared right now. So we better wait for a while so we can see how much they like little kids.” He looked at Shelby. “And your going riding is a decision your aunt has to make.”
They both looked at her. Great, now what should she do? Oh, Georgia, I wish you were here.
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