Molly's Man (Haven, Texas 4)

Russ leaned towards her as he glanced up at Jake, devilish mirth in his gaze. He supposed he should be grumpy they were having such fun at his expense, but, truthfully, he hadn’t seen Russ look this happy since his wife had died ten years ago.

“I think the sheriff could use a bit of trouble, keep him on his toes.”

Personally, he thought he’d had his fair share of trouble in this town lately and could use some peace and quiet.

“Maybe you’re just what he needs.”

He knew Russ didn’t mean it that way. Although, the man gave him a knowing look, so maybe he did. Jake glowered at him. The last thing he needed in his life was trouble.

“I think that’s my cue to go.” She stood and gave Russ’s hand a pat. “I’ll come back and visit you tomorrow.”

Jake frowned as she slowly walked past him towards the door. Was she limping?

“What’s wrong with your foot?”

“I’m fine, Sheriff.” She moved out the door without looking back. Brat.

He turned to Russ. “Excuse me a minute.”

The older man grinned, waving him out. “Go give her hell, Sheriff.”

Damn it, he knew how well the gossip mill worked around here. No doubt this little conversation would be blown completely out of proportion and then spread wide and far.

He sighed as he caught up to her. Reaching out he gently grabbed hold of her arm. “Molly, wait.”

She turned with a smile. “Sheriff, what can I do for you?”

“I told you to stay put last night.” Drat. That wasn’t what he’d meant to say. He grimaced as she raised her eyebrows.

“You did,” she agreed, catching him off guard.

“Well?”

“Well, what?”

“Why didn’t you stay where I left you?”

She tilted her head to one side as though he’d done something interesting. “Do most women stay where you leave them, Sheriff?”

“Yes, they do.”

She sighed, shaking her head. “Goodness, no wonder Russ thinks you need a challenge.”

“I do not need a challenge. I need to know why you left the hospital when you knew I expected you to stay there until I returned. You knew I wanted to get you checked out by a doctor. And now you’re limping. Have you had your foot looked at?”

She waved a hand. “You’re fussing about nothing.”

“Sit.”

“Pardon?”

He pointed at the seat behind her. “Sit down.”

“I feel like there’s a silent ‘or else’ tagged on the end of that command.”

“Do you ever take anything seriously?” he asked, putting his hands on his hips, exasperated with her.

She studied him for a moment. “You look tired, Sheriff. Didn’t you sleep well?”