Trusting The Sheriff. Janice Kay Johnson

Dislike? Anger? And suddenly now he’d become considerate, deeply concerned about her well-being? Abby didn’t think so.

      Caleb Tanner drained his coffee. She saw that he’d finished his pie, too.

      So she said politely, “Thank you for coming. You can tell him I’m fine, but no, I haven’t remembered anything.”

      He studied her with eyes that she decided were a very dark green flecked with gold and possibly whiskey brown. With a nod, he said, “I’ll tell him.”

      He thanked Aenti Nancy for the pie, said a general goodbye and walked out, Onkel Eli accompanying him.

      Abby sagged and closed her eyes.