“Morning, Jack.”
The sheriff walks over.
“Thought you were out of town.”
“I was.”
Jack glances at me.
Then back at Boone.
“Looks like you came back with company.”
Boone gestures toward me.
“Jack, this is Wren.”
The sheriff tips his hat slightly.
“Nice to meet you, ma’am.”
“Nice to meet you too.”
Jack looks between us.
Then grins.
“Well now.”
“Town’s gonna enjoy this.”
Boone rubs his forehead.
“I knew this was a mistake.”
I laugh again.
And for the first time in a very long time—
Life feels simple.
But as the sheriff walks back toward the counter—
Boone’s phone vibrates quietly on the table.
He glances down.
Then frowns slightly.
I tilt my head.
“What is it?”
He turns the screen toward me.
One message.
From a number neither of us recognizes.
