“Yes, my sweet wife. You know damn well you purposely teased me there. It’s like you want to be handled by the sheriff as well.”
“You know damn well, I do.”
“That mouth of yours. What have I told you?”
“I’m racking up the charges, Officer.”
“It’s Sheriff, sweetheart. Time for bed.” Sweeping me up in his arms, I giggle all the way up the stairs. We won’t take it all the way because the boys aren’t down for the night, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a few stolen minutes.
“I missed you.”
“I always miss you, Whit.”
The End