Gentry
She left a little over an hour later, heading to work.
She gave Neo a couple of blown kisses, then disappeared out into the yard and into her RV.
I watched her through the kitchen window for a long moment before Black interrupted me.
“So, your wife, huh?”
I blinked and turned my attention back to Black. “What?”
“She told Kelly Waller that she’s your wife.” He grinned. “Present tense. Not past.”
My lips twitched. “Oh yeah?”
“You realize that’s going to be all over town by tomorrow, right?” he asked. “And it’s not really going to save you from Kelly. You know she has no issue with married men.”
I grimaced.
Kelly Waller was a train wreck.
From a broken home, she dressed for attention, did things that she shouldn’t, and caused drama wherever she could.
Honestly, Black should’ve fired her a long time ago.
But she really was his niece, and he felt like he owed his brother.
She was a stain on the department, and she made working there uncomfortable.
He was also right.
Kelly would only be even more determined to interfere. It was as if she found the forbidden nature of breaking up people’s marriages exciting.
She hadn’t accomplished it with anyone from the department yet, but she sure had tried.
All of the deputies’ wives hated her.
“Well, you need to have a serious talk with her.” I shrugged. “She can talk to me at work, but she doesn’t need to be coming to my house. Not with Neo here.”
Black shook his head. “How’s he doing?”
I told him about today’s “breakthrough,” and he grinned. “He’ll get there. He may not ever be the dog that he was, but I doubt he gives up without a fight.”
“Agreed,” I said as I once again looked through the kitchen window toward the camper at the end of my backyard. She was standing in her kitchen in her scrubs, throwing her hair into a ponytail.
“She’s fuckin’ gorgeous, man,” Black said, following my line of sight.
I shot him a look. “Stop looking.”
He winked. “I’ll try. But whoa. She answered the door in just your flannel shirt. She’s got some great fuckin’ legs.”
She really did.
Sage was average height, around five-foot-six.
But her fuckin’ legs? They looked like they went on forever.
You wouldn’t know it by looking at her in those scrub pants, but the woman had a great set.
