"It's not a problem, man. We all like Will, and you're right. He has had a tough time of it. It's about time something went his way. He's got Hector, their house they're refurbishing, and now his dad. If we can help with any of that…" Lachlan shrugged as if it was no big deal. "Our number is written on the wall next to the phone."
These people were really something. Open, giving, welcoming. Cade Creek was starting to grow on Wilson.
The sounds of gravel crunching under tires drew Wilson's attention toward the driveway. He frowned as he glanced over. His stomach clenched when he saw a sheriff's vehicle pulling up in front of the house. "Is that your brother-in-law?"
"Yeah, it is."
"You don't think it's one of your family, do you?"
"No, someone would have called. He's got to be here for some other reason."
Wilson was afraid of that.
Once the vehicle came to a stop, a tall sandy-haired man with a trim beard, dressed in jeans and a sheriff's shirt, climbed out. He smiled as he walked toward the house. "Lany."
"What brings you out this way, John?"
He nodded toward Wilson. "I need a word with the senator."
Crap.
"Is this official police business?" Lachlan asked. "Do you need me to go?"
"No. It actually might be better if you stayed. I think the senator here has a problem."
Wilson's heart skipped a beat. "Is it Will?"
"As far as I know, Will is fine. This is about you specifically."
Wilson frowned. "Me?"
"Mind if we go inside?" the sheriff asked.
"No, of course not." Wilson quickly moved to open the door to allow both men inside. "Coffee?"
"I wouldn't mind a cup," the sheriff replied. "I barely got one cup this morning before Yancy was kicking me out of bed to go to work."
Wilson grabbed an extra cup then poured coffee into both his and the sheriff's cup. "Yancy? That would be one of your husbands?"
"Yeah, Yancy is also one of my deputies."
Wilson set a cup down in front of the man. "So, what do you need to see me about, Sheriff?"
"Did you tell anyone you were coming here?"
"Just my assistant."
"Did he tell anyone else?"
"No, Lex wouldn't spill a word of my whereabouts unless I told him to. He's fanatical about my privacy. He wouldn't even tell my mother."
Lachlan chuckled. "Bet that got him kicked off the Christmas card list."
"Beverly Khor would never lower herself to send a Christmas card to the help."
Lachlan pursed his lips. "Sorry."
"Don't be. She and my father were well matched." He sent a reassuring smile to Lachlan before turning to the sheriff again. "What's this all about, Sheriff?"
