Page 31 of Cuffed By the Wolf

“Chill boss. I just wanted to check on you.”

“You can check on me without putting your hands on Sasha.”

Fitch removes his hand, chuckling. He orders another round of drinks.

I interject and tell the bartender. “The sheriff will take water instead of whiskey, please.”

“Coming right up,” she announces.

“Sasha, you don’t think I can handle my liquor?” he slurs.

“I don’t want you to say something you’ll regret tomorrow.”

He lifts the glass of water and nods.

For the next thirty minutes, the three of us chat about everything from Everett and Breann to how the sheriff makes Fitch wash the patrol cars everyday.

“Sheriff, I can drive you home,” Fitch offers.

“No, I got him. Just put him in my car.”

Fitch flashes a knowing smirk my way.

“Sheriff, it’s time to go.” Fitch helps Gavin to his feet.

I think about what my best friend said. Don’t work your mojo on the sheriff.

I smile at the patrons staring at me and Fitch, who has the sheriff’s big arm draped over his shoulder.

Once he gets Gavin into the passenger seat of my car, he takes my phone and enters Gavin’s address into the map app.

“Good night, Sasha.”

“Good night, Fitch.”

Halfway down the road, I peek over at the big guy in the passenger seat of the Mercedes rental car. Eyes closed, his head lulls to the side, resting against the window. He looks so peaceful.

The map says his cabin is twenty minutes away. Once I get him home, I’ll put him in bed and go on about my way.

I pull up outside his cabin and smile. The two-story mahogany cabin is beautiful. I dig into his pocket and remove his keys.

“Wake up, Gavin. You’re home.”

His eyes pop open and he opens the door. I exit the car and my black stilettos carry me quickly to the passenger door.

Bright lights pop on around the property.

“Can you walk?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” he replies.

I put his big arm over my shoulder, anyway. We probably look like a circus act. Because I’m five-four and he’s six-five. He’s practically leaning over to one side. His nose is in my hair and he inhales me.

“I only smell coconut. Is that your scent?”

I laugh as I unlock the door.

“No, I’m on scent suppressants.”