“Yeah. We talked about it. Cade’s got a ranch to run, you have your business, and Mav’s got way too much money.” Kaz straightens. “Sheriff, I gotta go, have a meeting with the governor in an hour.”
I roll my eyes. He’s such a name dropper. I mean, he probably is meeting with the governor, but to announce it to the world is just…uncouth.
Kaz notices my disgust and grins wide. “That’s how I have the contacts, dude.”
By the time we get back to Blue Rock, we’re emotionally exhausted. Sarah breathes deep like she’s been underwater.
Her hand brushes mine. “This is all a bit too much. Do you think we’ll ever have normal, boring lives?”
I lace my fingers through hers. “I fuckin’ hope so, Dove.”
The house is quiet. Tillie’s taken Evie and Bandit to a fair.
“Well,” she murmurs mischievously, “looks like we’ve got the place to ourselves.”
My mouth quirks. “Dangerous thing to say, Dove.”
“Dangerous how?” she teases, as I stride toward her.
The kiss starts softly but turns hungry quick enough, as all the tension and fear of the past week spill out in heat.
I pull her flush against me, and she lets out a small laugh that bubbles out when her back bumps the kitchen counter. I set her on it and step in between her thighs, grip her hair so I can wreck her mouth.
“I missed this.”
Her fingers curl into my hair. “Me, too.”
We’re so wrapped up in each other that neither of us hears the front door open.
“Ahem.”
We spring apart like guilty teenagers, as Dodge leans on the doorway, arms folded, toothpick lodged in his mouth, grinning like the devil himself.
Fuckin’ cockblocker!
“Well, well. Looks like Doc Kirk’s makin’ house calls again,” he drawls.
Sarah’s cheeks flame. I run my hand down my face. “Jesus, Dodge. Knock, would ya?”
“The door was open, boss.” Dodge saunters toward the fridge. “And don’t worry, I’ve seen worse. At least you had your clothes on....”
“Get out,” I growl, half laughing.
“Fine, fine.” Dodge raises both hands, palms out. “Just don’t fog up the windows while I’m feedin’ the horses, alright?”
He disappears out the back door, whistling.
Sarah buries her face against me, laughing hard. “We’re cursed,” she manages to choke out between giggles.
“Next time, I’m lockin’ every damn door.”
I kiss her hair, feeling the joy of being a normal couple—one who has to sneak time in to make love because we have a ranch, a kid, and a dog.
CHAPTER 42
sarah
The scream rips through the house, high, sharp, terrified, as I’m getting ready for bed.
