"I need to grab something," I tell him so I can make my escape.
"I take it you're going back to town for some reason."
"Yes."
"Where?"
"A girl has to have her secrets, Hudson," I scold him teasingly.
"Go, I'll wait."
"You can come in if you want. Loiter in my living room." The fight for me to take Travis's truck back myself will be useless. I’ll never win, and I don’t have time to argue tonight.
"I think it's best I wait out here."
"Whatever," I mutter, heading into the house, making sure I slam the door extra hard.
Chapter Nine
SHERIFF HUDSON
Igrip Travis’s key in my hand. He let her drive his truck. That man is obsessed with his truck, and he just gave Kindred the keys? I’ll have to keep an eye on him, maybe have a few words.
I stare at the slammed door. I think I do better when I don’t speak at all, but her hand stroking my chest had me wanting to grab her wrist and pull her back. I didn’t trust myself inside her house right now, and I’m not sure whether she actually wanted me there or was just being polite.
Kindred can be a smart-ass and talk a big game, but she’s always doing the right thing for others. It’s how she is. That is why the town loves her so much. You can’t be a real brat and get that kind of adoration. The woman has a sweetness that is unmatched. It’s rare in the world, or it has been in mine.
I know she’s up to something, and I’m sure she’s dragged Candy into it. I pull out my phone and fire off a text to Hollis before pulling up the app with the cameras.
The thing is, once I started thinking it over, I knew I wouldn’t have installed those cameras and missed a single inch of her property. I think someone moved them. I’ll have to go back to check. It had to have been when she wasn’t home, or I wouldhave checked the footage when the movement happened. It’s always some kind of animal for the most part.
I might be overthinking this, but you can never be too sure. You let your guard down, and that’s when shit happens. I was sure Travis was gay, but here I am thinking of ways to dispose of his body. I could have the whole bar shut down and pull the licenses. Not really sure how you do that, but I could figure it out. Then Kindred would kill me.
I go ahead and call Rusty to see if he can have one of the boys at the shop come take Travis’s truck back. I toss the key under the driver’s seat when he tells me he’ll handle it.
Hollis:They are going out to dinner.
Me:You sure?
Hollis:What my girl said, and she’s a terrible liar.
I slip my phone back into my pocket when Kindred steps back out. She’s changed her coat to a long one that’s mid-calf, letting me get a real good look at the boots she has on that disappear up into the coat. I can’t help but think of her completely naked under there except for a tiny pair of panties. Which ones would she wear?
“You got a date?”
“You never know how the night might go.” She shoots me a smirk. It’s not her normal one. This one feels flirty and sexy, but my mind is likely fucking with me because all the blood in my body has gone straight to my dick. I open the passenger door for her. “Thanks,” Kindred says, slipping in.
When I slide into the driver's seat, the dome light is on, and I see Kindred's bare knee and part of her thigh, the coat having slipped open. She’s honestly trying to kill me. How the heck am I going to last all night knowing she’s roaming around dressed like this? Don’t get me wrong; she looks absolutely stunning, but it should be for my eyes only.
“What do you have on under there?” I bark before I can check myself. She snaps her head toward me, narrowing her eyes.
“Don’t go all big brother on me. It’s a dress.”
“I’m not your brother, so get that shit out of your head.” I throw my cruiser into drive harder than I should.
“Don’t be a jerkoff.” No, that’s what I need to do. I need to get away from her and jerk off so I can straighten my head back out so I’m not barking at her. “I’m always wearing dresses. You know that.”
She does, and I enjoy the fuck out of it. Though a pair of skin-tight jeans on her isn’t bad either. All of those delectable curves on display. One day soon, I’ll trace every inch of them with my mouth.
