Falling for the Sheriff Page 5

  Following his gaze, Joan Denby said, “She’s with Luke. I watched them walk over that hill a few minutes ago.”

  “You’re kidding.” Last Cole had heard, his daughter was still ticked off at the teen. What had enticed her to wander off with him?

  Joan nodded. “They headed in the general direction of the barn.”

  “Maybe I should round them up.” Kate shot hastily to her feet.

  Was she worried the two kids were into mischief? Cole didn’t know Luke Sullivan. Had the kid’s shoplifting been an aberration, or was he a habitual troublemaker?

  “I’ll go with you,” Cole volunteered.

  Kate bit her lip. Whether she wanted his company or not, it wasn’t as though she could forbid him to check on his own child.

  They fell into step with each other, making their way down the small green slope that curved behind the farmhouse. The barn was visible, the distance of a couple of football fields away, but he didn’t see the kids yet. They might have been inside or around the corner, where the overhang provided shade. Kate was quiet as they walked, her gait stiff. He attempted to defuse the situation with humor.

  “Could be worse,” he deadpanned. “You could be stuck at the table, sitting through countless pictures of Jarrett Ross’s rodeo buckles on Mrs. Ross’s phone.”

  “Did I look as trapped as I felt?”

  “So much that I was questioning whether I’d need my hostage negotiation training to rescue you.”

  Her lips curved in an impish grin. “Think Mrs. Ross would have let me go in exchange for a fully fueled helicopter and a briefcase of unmarked bills? Not that she was the only guilty party. Before she started regaling me with Jarrett’s many fine qualities, Gram— Oh.” She sucked in a breath as her foot slid sideways, catching a root that jutted out from the hillside.

  Cole reached for her automatically, his hands going to her waist so she wouldn’t tumble. As soon as his fingers settled above her hips, a potent sense of awareness jolted through him. The only thing separating her skin from his was the soft thin cotton of her dress. It was an absurdly tantalizing thought, given the hands-on nature of his job. From shaking hands with voters to demonstrating first-aid techniques in community classes, his days were full of physical contact. Yet he couldn’t recall the last time he’d been so deeply affected.

  Kate, however, didn’t seem to share his enjoyment of the moment. Her eyes were wide, as if she found his touch disconcerting. As soon as he noticed, he let go of her so fast she almost lost her balance again.

  He winced. When had he become such a bumbling ass? “Sorry.” This time he steadied her with a strictly platonic grip on her elbow.

  “No reason to be,” she said, her voice shaky. “You were, um, just trying to be helpful.”

  Exactly. Helpful. Not lustful.

  Well, maybe a bit of both. “I didn’t mean to startle you, grabbing you like that.” The expression on her face had been damned near panicky.

  “It’s been a really long—” Her cheeks reddened. “I guess I shouldn’t be tromping around the farm in wedge sandals. They’re not exactly all-terrain. What was I saying? Before?”

  The better question was, what had she been about to say now, before she’d interrupted herself to denounce her shoes?

  She snapped her fingers. “Oh, I remember! Just that Jarrett Ross wasn’t the only man Gram and her friends mentioned. There was also prolonged discussion of one of Crystal’s cousins, an accountant named Greg Tucker? Your mother can’t imagine why someone who would be ‘such a good provider’ is still single.”

  “Possibly because Greg hates kids,” Cole guessed. “Well, hate may be too strong a word. But not by much.” From what Cole had seen when the Tuckers were together en masse, Greg barely tolerated his legion of nieces and nephews. He was a completely illogical match for a single mom.

  “I definitely can’t get involved with anyone who dislikes kids. Luke’s challenging enough to people who are crazy about them.” She pressed a hand to her forehead. “Lord, that sounded awful. I didn’t mean... I know he didn’t make a stellar first impression on you, but deep down he’s a good boy.”

  “All kids make mistakes,” he reassured her, remembering his own scalding embarrassment when he was called into the principal’s office to discuss Alyssa’s marker-on-the-bathroom-wall misadventure. “Even a cop’s kids.”

  Kate’s laugh was hollow. “That’s exactly what Luke is.”

  He swung his gaze to her in surprise. “Your ex-husband is a policeman?”

  “Was,” she corrected softly. “My late husband was a policeman.”

  He was too shocked to respond. Why hadn’t his mother mentioned Kate was a widow? “I—”

  “There they are.” She gestured toward the left of the barn. The two kids sat with their heads close together as they looked down, too focused to notice the approaching adults. As Cole and Kate got closer, the breeze carried Alyssa’s exclamations of delight.

  “It’s perfect!” she cried. “Except it needs wings.”

  Luke chuckled. “First you said you wanted a horse, then you said unicorn. Now a Pegasus? What’s next, a whole herd?”

  “No. I just want one winged unicorn. But she’d look better if she was glittery. Do you have any sparkly crayons?” she asked hopefully.

  “Hell, no.”

  Cole’s eyes narrowed at the kid’s language, but Kate’s fingers on his forearms stopped his intended reprimand. He glanced up, his annoyance fading in the wake of her beseeching expression.

  Besides, his little girl was already taking the teenager to task. “You aren’t supposed to say the H word. Unless you’re at church and they’re talking about the Bad Place.”

  “Sorry. I’ll try not to say it again,” Luke promised.

  “That’s okay. Sometimes my daddy says it, too.”

  Kate snickered, and Cole gave her a sheepish smile. “Busted,” she said softly.

  Luke’s head shot up. “Mom?”

  “Hey.” She stepped away from Cole, putting an almost comical amount of distance between them.

  Cole remembered the boy’s hostility yesterday when he’d seen the two adults smiling at each other. How long had it been since Luke’s father died? As someone who was still close to both of his parents, even as an adult, Cole couldn’t imagine what that loss was like for the kid.

  “We were just coming to get you guys for lunch,” Kate said. “Who’s hungry?”

  “Me!” Alyssa shot up as though she was spring-loaded. Although Luke showed more restraint, his eyes gleamed at the mention of food.

  Both kids hurried back toward the house.

  “Be careful,” Cole called after his daughter. Her flip-flops weren’t any better suited for hiking across rolling pastureland than Kate’s sandals were. He glanced down to check for swelling or a limp. “How’s your foot? You didn’t twist your ankle, did you?”

  “I’m fine. Just a little embarrassed. I reacted badly when you tried to keep me from falling. I didn’t mean to be ungrateful. But it’s been so long since...”

  A man had touched her? At all? Cole hadn’t exactly swept her into his arms for a passionate embrace. “Did you lose him recently?” he asked in a murmur, as if his regular speaking voice would make the question disrespectful.

  She shook her head. “Couple of years. But I’ve been so busy trying to keep Luke out of trouble that time gets distorted, if that makes any sense.”

  “It does. My ex-wife left when the girls were babies—she decided she wasn’t cut out for small-town life or trying to take care of two infants. There are odd moments when our being a whole family feels like yesterday, but other times, it seems like a different existence, altogether. Like remembering a past life.”

  Kate nodded, looking relieved by his understanding.

  Neither of
them spoke again until they were close enough to breathe in the spicy aroma of grilled sausages.

  “Cole?”

  Her soft voice brushed over his skin like a warm breeze. “Hmm?”

  “If Gram starts another recitation of the town’s Most Eligible Men, will you help me change the subject? Please. I know her intentions are good—she worries about me being lonely—but I’m not ready to date.”

  After dozens of frustrating conversations with his mom about his own love life, or lack thereof, he empathized all too well. In fact... He stopped abruptly. “Maybe the two of us can help each other. I have a radical idea.”

  Chapter Four

  Kate blinked at Cole’s unexpected—and vaguely unsettling—declaration. “How radical are we talking?”

  “I’ll explain when we have more time.” He flashed her the same endearingly boyish smile she’d glimpsed when his daughter had ratted him out for occasional use of the H word. “For now, do you trust me enough to follow my lead?”

  He was using trust in a casual, conversational sense. Still, trust was a special bond, earned over time. An intimate connection. Errant longing rippled through her.

  What is wrong with me today? Her emotional responses were all over the map. From the way she’d nearly bolted when he’d touched her earlier to—

  “Katie? Everything all right?” Joan called with a frown. Everyone was seated, and it was obvious they were waiting on the two stragglers.

  “Sorry, Gram. We’ll be right there.” Giving Cole a barely perceptible nod to signal that she’d take her cues from him—and hoping she wouldn’t regret it—she strode toward the table.

  “Now that we’re all here,” Joan said, “we can bless the food. Harvey, would you do the honors?”

  The kids already had plates piled high. Once grace was finished, they dug in as the adults served themselves.

  Mrs. Trent smiled in Kate’s direction. “Alyssa tells me your son is quite the artist.”

  Alyssa nodded happily. “They don’t have horses here, but he knows how to draw one real good.”

  “Do you like horses?” Mrs. Ross asked Luke. She wasn’t deterred by his noncommittal shrug. “Maybe you and your mom can come over sometime and go riding at our ranch. Then you can meet my daughter Vicki, who’s home from college for the summer, and of course, Jarrett.” This last was aimed at Kate.

  Kate grimaced. Couldn’t she at least have a moment to savor her grandmother’s award-winning potato salad before the matchmaking brigade started in on her again? Some things were sacred.

  Gram must have seen her reaction because she was quick to offer an alternative to Jarrett Ross. “You know who else has a nice stable of horses?”

  Kate bit the inside of her cheek, desperately hoping that wasn’t some kind of euphemism.

  “Brody Davenport. He—”

  “Ah, but Brody’s so busy these days,” Cole interrupted. “With Jasmine Tucker.”

  “Crystal’s younger sister?” Kate asked.

  “That’s right. I forgot Jasmine moved back to town,” Gram said, looking disgruntled.

  “She was in New York for a while,” Mrs. Ross said. “Modeling. Doesn’t that sound glamorous? But she’s back now and owns the most fashionable boutique in Cupid’s Bow. Well...technically the only boutique.”

  “I should take you by there this week,” Gram told Kate. “I’m going to town Tuesday afternoon for a festival meeting. You can come with me, maybe get involved with one of the committees. It’s a great way to meet folks.”

  “Actually,” Cole said, “Kate and the kids and I are going to the pool Tuesday afternoon.”

  “We are?” The words came from Luke but echoed Kate’s surprised thoughts.

  Cole nodded. “Since I couldn’t take the girls swimming yesterday, I already texted Deputy Thomas about my taking off Tuesday afternoon. And when Kate asked if the community pool was as impressive as she remembered, I invited her and Luke to join us.”

  For a lawman, he was a surprisingly comfortable liar. They’d never discussed the pool. What if she had a terrible phobia of water or something? But the community pool was a huge recreational attraction. Decades ago, a family with more oil money than they knew what to do with had donated the funds to build the pool. It was far bigger than any of the public pools in neighboring towns and included a toddler play area, a spiral slide and two diving boards. Given that it was hot enough in Cupid’s Bow to swim nearly half the year, the town council deemed the pool worth the extensive upkeep. Kate had been planning to take Luke soon, to help make up for the laser tag arenas and twenty-four screen movie theaters they’d left behind.

  And now she was going on Tuesday, with a hot single dad whose merest touch made her nerve endings sizzle. Maybe “I’m not ready to date” means something different in Cupid’s Bow. She knew Cole was sincere about the outing, or he wouldn’t have mentioned it in front of their collective children. Was this where she was supposed to follow his lead?

  “Thanks again for the invitation,” she told Cole.

  It wasn’t until everyone finished and people began cleaning up that she had a chance to talk to him alone. Gram sent Kate to get a box of lawn games from the shed, and Cole followed along.

  “I hope you didn’t have pressing plans for Tuesday,” he said sheepishly.

  And if she had? She couldn’t find it in herself to be annoyed, though. His unexpected fib had saved her from a meeting where she suspected she would have heard about many single male cousins, neighbors, sons and brothers.

  “You said your grandmother worries about you being lonely,” he continued as they neared the shed. “I’m in the same boat. Mom’s been on my case about the girls needing a mother. While I don’t disagree in theory, I’m not going to run out and propose to someone just to appease her. I already know most of the women in town, even dated a few after the divorce. But there was never any...”

  She turned toward him expectantly, and their gazes collided. His eyes made her nervous; they saw too much. He must be hell on suspects with something to hide. Although, perhaps potential criminals being questioned weren’t hung up on how blue his eyes were.

  “...spark,” Cole finished, his words an ironic counterpoint to the charged air between them.

  Heat flooded her face, a mixture of physical awareness and embarrassment. Since Damon’s death, no man had grabbed her interest. She hadn’t kissed anyone, certainly hadn’t thought about doing more with anyone. But when Cole had his hands on her after she’d stumbled, there’d been a definite zing. It felt like desire—or the way she remembered desire feeling, when it had still been part of her emotional spectrum. Experiencing it so unexpectedly had caused her to falter worse than the root she’d tripped over.

  She attempted a casual, teasing tone. “No spark with anyone? Not even...Becca Johnston?”

  He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Only been here a day, and you’ve already heard about her, huh? See, this is why I’ve been reduced to shamelessly using you as a human shield.”

  “I’m not comfortable pretending to date you, if that’s what you’re suggesting.” She opened the door and stepped inside the shed, pausing as she waited for her eyes to adjust to the dim light. “I won’t lie to Gram, and it would be extremely confusing for Luke.”

  “No, I would never feign a relationship, either. But I thought that if the two of us spend a little time together, maybe our families will take that as a sign of progress, be encouraged enough to get off our backs.”

  So he didn’t want to pretend a romance, necessarily. Romance and Cole in the same thought left her momentarily dizzy, although maybe she was just reacting to his nearness. It was close quarters in here. She shook it off, trying to focus.

  If the two of them spent a little time in the company of the opposite gender—namely, with each other—would their m
eddling loved ones relent? Starting a new life here in Cupid’s Bow would be easier if she weren’t worried about Gram constantly ambushing her with men. Plus, Alyssa Trent seemed to be a good influence on Luke, candy bar incident notwithstanding. The Pegasus he’d drawn might be only his humoring a five-year-old, but it was still the first illustration he’d done in months.

  Maybe spending a little time with Cole and his girls would benefit them all. She and the sheriff were on the same page as far as intentions—this wasn’t dating. It was a mutually advantageous arrangement.

  “I’m in,” she agreed. “But next time you announce our plans to a group, you should check with me first.”

  “Done. You just let me know what you need. We can spend time out and about, introducing you and Luke to as many townspeople as possible, or we can stick to activities like going to the movies, where we don’t have to interact much at all but will still be seen together. You may not know it, but the Cupid’s Bow Cineplex now shows up to three different movies at the same time.”

  “Wow. Three whole movies, huh?” Her tone was light, but inside, she experienced a flutter of anticipation at the idea of sitting in the dark next to Sheriff Trent, their thighs pressed together in adjoining seats.

  You don’t have to sit next to him, she reminded herself. They had children to behave as de facto chaperones. Although she and Luke had never really talked about her dating again—there’d never been a need—she doubted he would be excited about her cozying up to the town sheriff. Best to keep this platonic and businesslike.

  And the sooner she got out of the small shed where she was close enough to brush against him with the slightest motion, breathing in the combination of his aftershave and sun-warmed skin, the easier it would be to remember that.

  * * *

  TUESDAY MORNING, Kate worked in the garden alongside Gram while Luke pulled some weeds that were crowding the front steps of the house. Kate was proud of him—though he hadn’t exactly volunteered to help outside instead of playing video games, he hadn’t protested when she enlisted him, either. The pool was going to feel heavenly after working out in the sun.