She only wished.
“If you hadn’t been so hard to catch, we might have,” he muttered.
This time she kept her surprise to a quick glance, but he’d picked up the high school flyer again.What was her type?He was.
Maxie hooked her hair over her ear, confused as to when he was pretending and when he wasn’t.“Do you have any brothers or sisters, Sheriff?”
“You’d better start calling me Zac.”
“Zac.”It wasn’t so hard.It was what she called him in her fantasies where they actually had discussions.
“Or honey works too.Whichever you prefer.”
Her face heated.
He sighed.“I have two brothers and one sister.”He cocked his head.“Did you ever think about having siblings?”
Think about it?She’d been obsessed with the idea.Every Christmas, birthday or lost tooth, she’d asked for sisters.
With ans.
She bit her lip.Had there been more to that obsession than she’d known?“My mom always used to get sad or change the subject whenever I asked.Once I got older, I thought it was because they couldn’t have any more children.Now?”She shrugged.
He tapped the file.“Now, it’s another thing to add to your list.”
That list was growing fast.
Maxie rubbed her temple.“If Roxie and Lexie are right about everything, we probably don’t need to pretend.To be seeing each other, I mean.”
“Let’s keep up the charade.”
“Why?”
His handsome face darkened.“Even if they are related to you, that doesn’t mean they’re good people.Give me some time to check everything out first.”
Maxie blinked in surprise.“They seemed like good people, though, didn’t they?”
“They did.”
She slumped in her seat.Right now, she couldn’t trust herself to judge up from down or right from wrong.Or sheriff from boyfriend.She fiddled with her skirt.There wasn’t anyplace to settle her hands.“Thank you for being here for me today.”
“I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”He nudged her shoulder with his.“So back to the topic at hand.Right side or left?”
“Of what?”
“Of the bed, of course.Which sidedoyou sleep on?”
The question was so outrageous, she laughed.“You are insane.”
“Hardly.Four months of dating?I’m the kind of guy who stays over, sweetheart.”
She was sure he was.
Suddenly, it wasn’t so funny, and she had to remind herself to breathe.Her thoughts were back on her bedroom, right upstairs.“They’ll never see that.”
He lifted one eyebrow.“Maybe not, but they’ll probably see this.”
Without giving her a chance to figure out whatthismight be, he kissed her.
