He took a step back and I waited for the argument, for the man to tell me it wasn’t what he wanted.
“I’ll do whatever I have to in order to hold on to you and Amy. That’s all there is to it.” I waved my hand around my house. “This is nothing more than brick and wood, Rhys. It’s not what’s gonna keep us together.”
I sighed. Damn it. Why did he have to be so damn logical? “I know it’s not. And I’m not hell-bent on my house. I’ll sell the damn thing. It makes no difference to me. But…”
It wasn’t even really about the house. I had no personal attachment to the damn thing. What I really wanted to know was, “Do you think we’re movin’ too fast?”
One minute it felt like we were; the next I felt as though we weren’t moving fast enough. From the instant Wolfe had called and invited me to the range with him and Amy, things had been moving at the speed of light. Add to that the fact that Amy was running from a crazy fucker, and I felt as though I was swimming in quicksand, fighting to get my feet beneath me, but it never happened. Yet when we were apart, I wanted to be with them.
Wolfe shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Think maybe we could slow the horse a bit?”
“Me, personally?” Wolfe shrugged. “I don’t want to slow down. I want to let the momentum carry me where it’s supposed to.”
I saw the truth in his eyes. When the man had said he was all in, he hadn’t been bluffing.
“I’m gonna ask Amy to move in with me,” Wolfe admitted. “I want you here with us, but I get it. I do. You’re the sheriff; you’ve got a reputation to uphold. I’m not lookin’ to destroy that.”
“Goddamn,” I bit out as I turned away from him, sliding my hand over my hair. “Why am I makin’ this so damn complicated? It’s not, is it?”
When I turned back, Wolfe was grinning. “It’s not.”
Neither of us moved for several tense seconds.
I had to spend some time working this out in my head. That’s how I operated. I couldn’t make a decision right now. If I followed my heart, that would be easy, but I needed to give it some serious thought.
“One day at a time,” Wolfe said. “That’s all we can do.”
I nodded.
Turning away from me, Wolfe chuckled. “And I expect you’ll start to enjoy goin’ to sleep in my bed every night and wakin’ up there every mornin’.”
I barked out a laugh. It was always so damn easy for Wolfe.
He glanced over his shoulder. “After all, I fully intend to make it worth your while.”
“Do you now?”
“Oh, I definitely do.”
No doubt he would.
“So, how many?—”
Before he could ask whatever he wanted to ask, my phone rang. I glanced down at the screen, noticing it was one of my deputies.
“Sheriff Trevino,” I answered quickly, glancing over at Wolfe.
“Sir, we’ve got a fatality accident. Car plowed into a tree out here on 95. She’s wearin’ a shield. I figure you’re probably gonna want to come out here for this.”
Fatality accident? In my town? Even if Dean hadn’t mentioned the badge, I would’ve questioned it. Sure, we had plenty of accidents on our stretch of 95. With a speed limit of sixty-five on the winding road, it wasn’t always pretty. But a fatality? It would be the first since I took office, and a sense of dread skated down my spine when I asked, “What’s the make and model of the car?”
“White Ford Taurus. Single female driver.”
The breath rushed out of my lungs as I stared at Wolfe.
“How long ago did this happen?” I asked.
