Molly's Man (Haven, Texas 4)

He immediately shut down his emotions, giving her a cold look. “I’m fine.”

“There’s a lot of that going around.”

“What?”

“People claiming they’re fine.” She smiled. “I didn’t sleep that well either. I kept seeing Russ trapped in that car, only I was on my own and the water was nearly over his face and I had no idea what to do.”

He reached out and touched her arm gently, sympathy filling him at the very real fear on her face. “Molly, it’s okay. Russ is all right. And you weren’t alone.”

“No.” She let out a deep breath. “I wasn’t alone.”

“Please sit. Let me look at your ankle.”

She sat. “I can’t resist a man when he says please.”

“I’ll remember that,” he teased.

“There’s that sense of humor. You should let it out more often. It’s not healthy to keep it leashed.”

“It’s not?”

She shook her head solemnly. “Oh, no, well proven fact.”

“Uh-huh.” He gently removed her boot, grimacing as she winced and sucked in a sharp breath. He rolled down her sock, taking in her swollen ankle.

“Molly,” he chided.

“What? Do you think it needs to be amputated?”

“I think you need to stop talking.”

“Hmm, maybe you should give my mouth something to do instead.”

She didn’t just say that, did she? His cock stirred as he imagined commanding her to her knees in front of him, making her open her mouth so he could thrust his way between those plump lips . . . okay, he needed to stop that. Now.

“Did I render you speechless, Sheriff?”

He looked up as she stared down at him in amusement.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. You’re right. I do need to think more and talk less.”

“You didn’t embarrass me,” he said gruffly. “I’m going to find someone to look at this ankle. This time stay here. Understand?” He stood quickly, needing some space.

“No, Sheriff, you don’t have to do that,” she called out as he walked away.

“Stay there.”

“But, Sheriff—”

He turned the corner, so he didn’t have to listen to what she was going to say. This time, she’d stay put.

Fifteen minutes later he returned to find the seat empty.

Damn the woman. Where the hell did she keep disappearing to?

“Thanks for driving me around,” Molly said to Logan Ferguson. “I appreciate it.”

“Doll, there’s not much we wouldn’t do for you.”