Chapter 37

Late Saturday afternoon, a large rental truck pulled into the sheriff department’s parking lot, closely followed by Wynn’s car that Maribel was driving.

Mick appeared moments later, having seen them through his office window. “So this is the lovely lady you keep raving about,” he said, offering his hand to Maribel.

She shook it while looking him over then turned to Wynn. “He’s not quite as handsome as you said, but he’ll do.”

“Gee thanks,” Mick muttered.

Wynn hugged him, the most demonstrative either of them got in public. “She has a sassy mouth on her, which you’ll grow to love once you get past wanting to strangle her.”

Maribel swatted Wynn’s arm. “That was mean. True, but mean. Just for that, you have to feed me at that diner you kept going on about.”

“I will, as soon as he’s off work.”

“Which would be now,” Mick said. “As sheriff, I can make my own hours…occasionally.”