A modern day, shape-shifting sheriff.
He’s the sheriff of a sparsely populated county in Montana. His blood brother and childhood best friend is Chief of Police on the Blackfoot Reservation, but they no longer speak. His deputy is a Southern transplant with the body of a high-priced call girl, a voice of honey and a mouth of a trucker. And if that’s not enough, he’s got a secret that would stun those that know him best. Other than that, it’s business as usual for Sheriff Mateo Grey.
Mateo took a step past her, alert, dangerous.
Blair put a hand on his arm. Warmth surged through her fingers. Motionless, his nostrils flared. She withdrew her hand.
One heartbeat. Two. The dark closed in around her.
Then the tension in him vanished as quickly as it came.
“Whatever, whoever is gone.”
“How do you know?” But she knew what his response would be. The same one it always was.
“Gut feeling.” He shrugged.
A gut feeling that caused his nostrils to flare and draw in a heavy inhale as if he sniffed the air. She shrugged it off. She was too much a realist to give credence to ‘gut feelings’ but she was also savvy enough not to argue about the sheriff’s. Instead, got down to the matter at hand. “Don’t worry about it. Something’s come up.”
He cast one long, last look into the deep, dark of the woods then turned his sharp gaze back to her. “What?” He raked fingers through thick black hair, sprinkled with silver. Moonlight outlined damn fine pecs and a lean torso.
“We need to get to the rez.”
“Not our jurisdiction.” He started toward the house.
“The chief of police specifically requested you.” She fell in step beside him. Demanded more like, but she wisely kept that to herself.
“Kipp? Jesse Kipp?” His eyebrows rose.
Blair strove for patience, not her strong suit, and just managed not to roll her eyes. There was only one on the rez. “Yup.”
They crossed the porch and he swung through the door.
She stepped in behind him and looked around. A small entryway led into a sparsely furnished, spacious living room with a large west window that always drew her. Pine and oak beckoned. And when the sun went down, it turned the whole landscape into a crimson and purple pallet of glory. But tonight, the view she loved made her feel vulnerable as the sky blackened and the branches reached out twisty, skeletal fingers. Impatient with herself, she pulled her mind back to the reason for being here.
“There’s a little three-year-old girl that’s lost. The weather is supposed to drop. Jesse needs all the help he can get.”
He straightened. His strange amber-colored eyes flared. He gave an abrupt nod. “Give me two minutes.”
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