Page 36 of Cuffed By the Wolf

I glance to my right. He stands by the driver’s side of the SUV, wearing a tan cowboy hat that matches his uniform shirt. And he’s wearing jeans. Not uniform pants. I wonder why and shake my head. What is he doing here?

“Who’s that?” Jenny asks.

“My boss.”

“Come on, I’ll introduce you,” I say.

We weave around a couple walking ahead, and my eyes drop to the man on the curb, handcuffed.

“Sheriff, you need a reason to arrest me,” the man snaps.

“Harassment,” the sheriff replies.

“Who?” Tom asks.

“Did you grab her arm?” the sheriff questions.

“Yeah, but I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“You called her a stuck-up bitch, too. I take it you didn’t mean that either?”

“I’m a stuck-up bitch because I wouldn’t take your number?”

“Yeah, you give off that ‘I’m better than you’ vibe.”

A faint voice crackles over the two-way radio as I stand nearby. The sheriff listens. He presses the button on the radio. “Thanks, Barb. Sanchez is a few blocks away on a traffic stop. Send him here.”

“Well, what do you know? There’s a warrant out for your arrest. You’re going to jail.”

I try to ignore Gavin’s show of dominance.

“Sheriff Drake, this is my friend Jenny.”

“Hello, Jenny.”

“Nice to meet you, Sheriff.”

“Boss, I don’t know why you’re here, but I’m waiting for my Lyft,” I lie.

I can tell he’s here for me. Those eyes were the second pair I sensed watching me tonight.

“Cancel it. I’m driving you home.”

“You don’t have to do that, Sheriff.”

“Get in the vehicle, Sasha.”

“Fucking asshole,” I murmur under my breath.

He keeps using that damn alpha bark.

“He seems pretty possessive of you. If he behaved that way over me, I wouldn’t be mad. He’s gorgeous. Imagine how it would feel to be in his clutches.”

She has no idea.

“Sheriff, will you drop Jenny off?” I ask as I reach the hood.

“Oh no. I don’t want to ride in the back of a police vehicle,” she blurts out.