‘I’m mad at you,’ she said, playfully, her eyes sparkling.
If it were anyone else I probably would’ve told them to take a number. Instead, I sat down in the chair next to her and asked why.
She got up and sat on my knee. The feel of her body was electric.
‘Because,’ she said, ‘I danced my heart out and you didn’t even pay attention.’ She leaned over so her mouth was against my ear. ‘Sheriff Dan told me to take good care of you, Joe.’
Tomorrow: Sheriff Dan Pleasant
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