“I’ll leave you two alone,” Ash said. “Besides, I need to refill my plate with more of Gretchen’s yummy snacks.” When she got behind Jason, she mouthed tell him about your stalker.
Ash walked toward the buffet table and Jason stepped up in front of her. God, he was one of the most beautiful men she’d ever laid eyes on. Stetson hat. Dreamy blue eyes and long lashes which women would kill for. She’d run her fingers over his square jaw a million times. She missed touching him, holding onto his broad shoulders. She knew firsthand what was underneath his sheriff’s uniform and it was muscled heaven.
Stop it, Phoebe. “What can I do for you, Sheriff?”
“I need to talk to your brother.”
“Which one?” she asked, although she already knew.
“Shane,” he said in his deep, masculine tone that always got her tingling. “I need to change his parole appointment time for tomorrow. Something has come up. Where is he?”
Of course. It was always about Shane. “I’m not his babysitter. He’s a full-grown man who can take care of himself.”
“He’s a felon, Phoebe. I have to do my job. I don’t like this any more than you do.”
That would be impossible. “Really? Seems like you love keeping your thumb on Shane to me.”
The old bitterness crawled up from the recesses of her mind. I can never forgive him. Never. “Anything else, Sheriff Wolfe?”
He sighed. “If you see your brother, I would appreciate it if you would tell him to call me.”
“Fine.” There was no way she was going to tell Jason about the stalker now. She was too angry to say much more. “If that’s all, I want to get a seat for Patrick’s tale about his first dragon sighting.”
“That’s all.” Jason turned and headed out of the room without saying good-bye.
Whatever he, Dylan, and the mysterious woman had been discussing seemed pressing or else he would’ve certainly stayed for Patrick’s story.
She recalled when they were just preteens, sitting together and listening intently to every word about the real green dragon—Jason on one side of her, Mitchell on the other, and Lucas standing behind. Her family and theirs believed they were destined to be together. She’d believed it, too, for a very long time. She might live in Destiny, but she wasn’t sure that kind of love actually existed. At least not for her and the Wolfe brothers.
Ashley came back up. “Did you tell him?”
She shook her head. “I couldn’t. Per usual, all we talked about was Shane.”
“Then I’m marching you over to Mitchell or Lucas right now. I will not take no for an answer, boss.”
“If I’m the boss, then why are you the bossiest?”
“I’m worried about this stalker even if you’re not.”
I’m worried, too. “Okay. Where are they?”
“Mitchell is over there by the buffet.”
She turned her attention to the table with all the food. When she saw who Mitchell was talking to, her heart sank.
Kaylyn Anderson. The girl was a knockout. Long blonde hair. Perfect figure. Soft gray eyes. Plus, she was so nice. So freaking nice.
They would make a lovely couple. Mitchell’s six-three frame next to Kaylyn’s five-two added to his dominant presence and Kaylyn’s submissive demeanor. Imagining them together caused Phoebe’s heart to seize in her chest.
How many times have I stared into Mitchell’s unusual eyes? God, she loved them both—the left one blue and the right one brown. He could ensnare her with a single glance. Her mother had told them both, when they were still kids, that the two colors meant Mitchell had amazing gifts—magical even. When they were older, he’d discovered that the brown eye was just a freckle on his iris. Nothing special. But Phoebe knew better. The muscled music man with the coal-black hair was very special. Even magical.
Kaylyn and Mitchell were laughing together, and she felt jealousy well up inside her like a tornado.
Stop it, Phoebe. He’s not yours anymore.
“Boss, you okay?” Ash asked.
“I’m fine.” He’s finally moved on. Isn’t that what I’ve wanted for him? For Lucas and Jason, too? Yes—and hell no.