Sheriff Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 10) Laylah Roberts (color ebook reader .txt) 📖

the same woman who’d melted into him when they’d kissed.

She looked so prim and proper. He wondered what she’d do if he took her hair down and ordered her to never pin it up.

That night, he’d managed to pull it free of its confines. It was so long that it had nearly reached her ass. And it had smelled like strawberries.

Fuck. Don’t think about that. She’d likely knee you in the nuts if you made demands like that.

Yeah. He could see that. She looked to be contemplating doing that right now.

“Guessing things are a bit different in the FBI.” He put some drawl into his voice. He’d dealt with people from different agencies before. FBI. Treasury. DEA. They often thought they were superior to a small-town sheriff.

If she thought he’d just sit here and let her look down on him, then she had another thought coming.

“Yes,” she said quietly. “Very different.”

He stared at her, somewhat puzzled by her. She’d sounded almost sad. There had been a hint of something. Longing?

Why couldn’t he get a proper read on her? She seemed like the type to never step out of the lines. Everything about her appeared repressed and highly strung. He had no problem with dealing with her frosty attitude and disapproval. Wasn’t like she was a part of his life. She’d leave as quickly as she came.

But for some reason, the idea of her being sad upset him.

He had to push that feeling down deep.

“What can I do for you?” he asked formally.

She blinked at him a moment, as though she was confused about what she was doing here.

He cleared his throat. “You came to me.”

“Yes, of course. Obviously, I came here for a reason.”

What was he missing here? Something. But he couldn’t figure out what. And the puzzle that was Georgina James was annoying him.

“And that is?” he asked in a gentler voice. There was definitely something off with her. Maybe she hadn’t meant to come across as judgmental and cold.

“I wanted to ask you if you’ve had any further information regarding the disappearance of Saber and Tiger Mason.”

Right, just as he’d thought. He didn’t know what had happened to Tiger and Saber.

The Devil’s Sinners had quickly left Wishingbone after Saber fled town. Which he was more than thankful about. It was hard enough keeping the crazy residents of this town safe, without adding in a violent gang.

“There haven’t been any sightings of Tiger and Saber. My guess is that if they’re still alive they’ll be somewhere regrouping. If I was you, I’d be looking at the Devil’s Kings since they’ve got ties to them.”

He didn’t understand why she was here, since she knew all this. Tiger and Saber hadn’t been seen since that night. Saber’s brother ran the Devil’s Kings, it only made sense he’d go back there to lick his wounds.

“You don’t think they’re still alive?”

“I’m not sure. You know as much as I do.”

“There were reports of a fight between the Devil’s Sinners and some unknown men. You’ve found out nothing about that?” she snapped.

His temper unfurled. It was slow to ignite, but when it got going then it could also take a long time to extinguish.

“There is nothing I know that you don’t, Agent James.”

She stood and smoothed down her pants. “I can see there was little point in me coming here.”

“Certainly nothing that warranted a trip out here. I’m sure you’ve got far more important things to do. Next time, feel free to just pick up the phone or better yet, send an email if you want an update about nothing.”

She was facing away from him, her body stiff with tension. “Yes. That’s true. Perhaps an email would have been a better idea. I’ll do that in the future.”

Damn it.

“That’s it? That’s all you came here for? To ask me about Saber and Tiger Mason?” Fuck. Why did he go and say that?

“Of course.” She turned and gave him a cool look. “What other reason could there be?”

Fuck. Yep, she was cold. “Then if that’s all, I’ve got work to do.”

Something flared in her eyes, something he couldn’t understand. Then she left. He stared after her for a long moment before turning his gaze away. What the hell was he missing? There was something going on and he wasn’t connecting the dots.

“She’s sad.”

He glanced up to find Kiesha standing there in the doorway. She was frowning slightly.

“What?” he asked.

“FBI lady, she’s sad. You can see it in her eyes.”

He sighed. “Really? You can see it in her eyes?”

“And her clothes. Only someone who was really sad would wear such sad clothing. Classic case of the outside reflecting what’s on the inside.”

He rubbed his temples. What he needed was a vacation. He’d go to the city, book himself into Hotel Sixty, which had a BDSM club on the basement level. He hadn’t been there in a while. That might be why he was so tense. He needed to relax. There, he could find one of the club subs to play with. Maybe he’d even find a Little to spend some time with.

Yep, that’s what he needed.

A break away.

“Really?”

“I was going to be a psychologist, you know. I minored in it at college. You should listen to me. That woman is really sad. She needs someone to remind her that life is for living. Not for fading into the background.”

“She’s an FBI agent, I hardly think she fades into the background,” he protested.

“Not talking about when she’s working. I wonder if she has any friends.” She tapped her chin with her finger. Fuck, that was her thinking pose. Kiesha thinking? Disaster. “Maybe I could be her friend.”

Nope. Shit.

“She doesn’t live here,” he said hastily. Thank God.

“Yeah. That’s a small issue.”

“Small issue?”

She rolled her eyes. “You ever hear of phones? The internet? Any of those ring a bell? You don’t have to live in the same city as someone to be their friend.”

He gritted his teeth. “I know that. But she seems like a busy woman. And I’m