The Sheriff's Pregnant Wife. Patricia Thayer

an accident.’”

      “What was an accident?” Reed demanded.

      “I asked him the same thing, and Billy just mumbled, ‘Mick.’ Then he just stared into space.”

      “Damn, don’t you see Paige? Billy had something to do with Dad’s disappearance.”

      

      During the following week, Paige was busy helping with wedding plans, but she had time to think about Reed, and their kiss.

      It was a waste of time. She needed to think about her move…her career…her future. That was why she’d made an appointment with the Realtor about the storefront property.

      Paige was doing another walk-through of the space, and she was growing more excited about starting up her own law practice.

      “So the floors will be refinished and the walls painted by the end of next week,” Paige clarified in her best lawyer tone. “It’s imperative that I move in by the first of the month.”

      “There shouldn’t be a problem, Paige.” Kaley Sims jotted down notes on her pad. “Lyle is anxious to have this property rented. He’ll agree to your requests.”