The Deputy's Baby - Tyler Snell Anne

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this distance he could still see the green of her eyes as they moved from who must have been her sister Kristen to a man who must have been her arranged date. Despite what Henry had heard her say about the man, he was impressed to see her expression gave none of her distaste away. Instead she was exuding nothing but enthusiasm and politeness.

      It made something in him shift and before he had time to be surprised at himself, Henry did something he wasn’t expecting. With one look at the empty second pool table in the corner, he straightened his shirt, ran a hand through his hair and started to walk over to the group. His sights set squarely on the woman with green eyes.

      The sister picked him up on her radar the moment he was a few steps away. It didn’t stop Henry. He felt a smile pull up his lips and hoped it was pleasant enough.

      He also hoped the blonde hadn’t already committed to her arranged date. Or else things were about to get awkward.

      “Hey, sorry, about that,” Henry started, eyes locked on target. “Work called and I had to answer.” He motioned back to the pool tables. “But one of the pool tables is open now if you wanted a rematch.”

      The group turned to him as a whole, but the blonde didn’t miss a beat.

      She grinned. “If you really want to lose again, then who am I to stop you?”

      Henry didn’t have to fake the grin that stretched one corner of his lips higher.

      “Wait.” The sister butted in. For a moment Henry thought the jig was up, but then she laughed. “She actually beat someone at pool?”

      Henry shrugged.

      “Believe me, I’m not proud about it,” he said. “I even owe her a drink because of it. A drink that’s past due now.”

      The woman, once again, didn’t skip a beat. “Then let’s fix that, shall we?”

      She smiled at her sister, said a quick, “Excuse me,” and followed Henry to the bar. Without another word between them, she ordered a drink. It wasn’t until the group she’d left behind settled into a booth that she spoke.

      “I’m assuming you overheard my conversation with the man at the bar,” she said, voice low. It was back to honey.

      “I did,” he confirmed.

      Her smile returned.

      “Thanks for helping me out,” she said. “In my sister’s words, as the baby of the family, I never know what’s good for me. She thinks that’s Stanley, and I think she has too much time on her hands.”

      Henry snorted. “My brother plays that age card on me from time to time, too. I know the pain.”

      The woman laughed.

      It was a very attractive sound from a very attractive woman.

      “I’m Cassie, by the way. Thanks again for being quick on your feet. You saved my night.”

      “The name’s Henry. And I wouldn’t thank me yet.” Riding a genuine wave of excitement, he leaned closer, careful to keep out of her personal space but just close enough that he smelled her sweet perfume. He felt the new grin seconds before he heard it in his own voice. “I’m actually really great at pool.”

       Chapter One

      Henry was looking through the passenger’s side window at the Eagle, trying to pretend he wasn’t thinking of a beautiful woman.

      “This is one of three bars in Riker County worth their salt,” explained the driver and temporary tour guide, Sheriff Billy Reed. His cowboy hat sat on the center console between them. It was a reminder that Henry was in the Deep South now where cowboy hats could be normal even if cowboys in Alabama were few and far between. “The owner, nicknamed Hawk because nothing gets past him, also runs the bar and does it well. He makes a mean drink and doesn’t put up with any nonsense. Also has a memory of steel. Go to him once or twice and he’ll know your drink for life. And when to send you off.” The sheriff cut a smile. “I suggest you don’t force him to do that, though. Getting on his bad side wouldn’t be the best thing to do if you want to fit in with our crowd. This is one of local law’s favorite haunts.”

      Henry grinned, deciding not to tell the man he was sure he’d already met the famous Hawk and seen up close how he operated. Seven months ago he’d been in the bar the day before interviewing for the Riker County Sheriff’s Department deputy’s position. One he had now held for a week.

      The night after the interview he’d left town fast and hadn’t been back since. However, Henry was sure he’d been there long enough to peg the man next to him as one of the good ones. Quick to laugh, quick to teach, more pride than most men showed in their entire lives just while staring at one bar within his jurisdiction. It was crystal clear that Sheriff Reed loved his job, his home and the people he had sworn to protect.

      The only thing Henry hadn’t seen yet was how quick Billy went from fun-loving to business when something serious went down. Sure, Henry had read and seen news stories where the man and his department had been quick on their feet, but he was a man who preferred to deal in firsthand experience. Though, thankfully, no calls that week had been worthy of straining the department, the deputies or its sheriff.

      But Henry knew it was only a matter of time.

      Bad guys never took breaks for long.

      The sheriff took the Tahoe out of Park, backed out of the street-side parking spot and into the two-lane. It was a little after nine in the morning and the small town of Carpenter was mostly sleepy. The Eagle and its surrounding businesses especially, since they catered to the nighttime crowds. Still, Henry kept alert as they drove through, trying to catalog everything he could about Carpenter.

      Or maybe he was just trying to keep his focus anywhere but on the bar. Even though he’d only been there once, his thoughts had been sliding back to the place for months. Back to the night when he’d met a woman with honey in her voice and a smile in her eyes.

      Back to the night when they had played pool, laughed a lot, and things had been anything but sleepy.

      A pull of regret momentarily tightened his stomach. He only had one thing to remind him of that night outside of his memories. The small piece of paper tucked into his wallet was a constant reminder of one of the best nights he’d ever had.

      And how a man like him shouldn’t have anything beyond that.

      “Now that we’ve had a look at where some of the nightlife of Carpenter takes place, I want to show you a few spots of interest during the day,” the sheriff said. He paused before continuing and seemed to consider his next words. “Listen, Henry, I know that you’re used to fieldwork and that this ‘touring the county’ thing is probably driving you a little up the wall, but while sitting in a car as I point at stuff might not be exciting, it’s hard to serve a county you’re flying blind through.”

      Henry didn’t dispute that.

      He’d spent the last five years in Tennessee, bouncing around when the job called for it. Not too far a cry from South Alabama but enough of a difference that he couldn’t pretend to know the county’s flavor just yet.

      Henry pulled his mind away from the blond-haired beauty he’d rescued from a blind date, and tried to refocus on the task at hand. This was the first day he’d spent out of the sheriff’s department. One of several days to come that he’d spend touring with the sheriff and the chief deputy before getting partnered with another deputy. Then, after a while, Henry would finally get his own cruiser and be able to get back to working alone.

      He hoped.

      It had been a long time since he’d had a partner, and he wasn’t itching to get back into the swing of being one of two.

      Sheriff Reed’s guided tour took them through the whole of Carpenter, one of three small towns in the county but, according

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