do you understand?”
“I can’t make promises. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve already wasted enough time today.” Carver nodded and stepped toward the door. “Good day to you, Sheriff.”
Of all the …
Unwilling to stand there and let him close the door in her face, Sheridan stomped to her Yukon. The front door of the house clicked shut before she reached the driver’s side.
Sheridan climbed in and drove a mile up the long, winding driveway before she allowed herself to release her pent-up anger. That man made her crazy.
If she could just figure out what, besides his good looks, drew her to him.
Chapter 3
C arver stepped into the hangar at the small county airport. He spotted Kevin Wells standing next to his Cessna Skyhawk, doing the preflight check.
Kevin glanced up. “Good to see you, Carver.”
Two long strides later, Carver stood next to the plane. “Thanks for agreeing to this on such short notice.”
“No problem. I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
“Well, if nothing else, this will tell me where they aren’t. I don’t want to waste any time on the ground, looking in the wrong area.”
Kevin walked around to the back of the plane. “Go ahead and hop in. We’re still waiting on one more person.”
What? Maybe he should reschedule, but he couldn’t afford to waste more time. Waiting for the sheriff to arrive first thing this morning had already put him behind. He’d done the right thing telling her about the cattle, but he didn’t want her involved, getting hurt, especially because of him. This was no business for a woman. He’d seen the look of incredulity in her eyes, but that was nothing new where he was concerned.
“You know I don’t like anyone infringing on my business. I thought this was just you and me. Who else is coming?”
“I am.” The familiar female voice crawled over his back and into his heart, causing it to miss a beat.
Carver closed his eyes. He hung his head, unsure what this new development would mean, then turned. “What are you doing here?”
She made her way from the hangar entrance over to him. “I’m going with you.”
When he slid his gaze to her, she was grinning. “I told you I didn’t want you involved,” he said.
“Then you shouldn’t have called me.”
Blood pressure rising, Carver left his thoughts unsaid and climbed into the Cessna. He shouldn’t have listened to Ray. But why didn’t he want Sheridan’s help? Taking her in the saddle on a long, hard ride was one thing, but having her along this time couldn’t hurt.
When Kevin was seated next to Carver, and Sheridan strapped in behind him, Kevin taxied the four-seater plane from the hangar and, after he’d gained clearance, took them into the sky.
A light floral fragrance wafted around Carver. Sheridan. “You sure this is part of your job description, Sheriff?”
“This is a criminal investigation. Rustling is a felony. Why wouldn’t it be part of my job?”
Kevin guffawed. “You two aren’t going to be at this all day, are you? I was afraid it might be a mistake to have you together, but why don’t you forget about your differences for now. Let’s find your cattle.”
Carver didn’t much like being lectured. He didn’t realize that he and Sheridan had drawn battle lines for everyone to see.
“I’m all for that,” she said.
Great. She had to be the first to agree. Carver wasn’t big on talking anyway, so he said nothing. Let them think what they would. Carver tugged his binoculars out and focused on the surrounding region.
He hadn’t expected how difficult concentrating would be with Sheridan this close, her face looking out the window, searching with him. The plane banked right and headed toward the northeast.
“You tell me where I need to go, Carver,” Kevin said.
“Let’s look at the most remote areas with canyons and ravines. The cattle need water. Unless the rustlers, if they’re still out there, are going to haul it in, they have to be
“I can’t make promises. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve already wasted enough time today.” Carver nodded and stepped toward the door. “Good day to you, Sheriff.”
Of all the …
Unwilling to stand there and let him close the door in her face, Sheridan stomped to her Yukon. The front door of the house clicked shut before she reached the driver’s side.
Sheridan climbed in and drove a mile up the long, winding driveway before she allowed herself to release her pent-up anger. That man made her crazy.
If she could just figure out what, besides his good looks, drew her to him.
Chapter 3
C arver stepped into the hangar at the small county airport. He spotted Kevin Wells standing next to his Cessna Skyhawk, doing the preflight check.
Kevin glanced up. “Good to see you, Carver.”
Two long strides later, Carver stood next to the plane. “Thanks for agreeing to this on such short notice.”
“No problem. I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
“Well, if nothing else, this will tell me where they aren’t. I don’t want to waste any time on the ground, looking in the wrong area.”
Kevin walked around to the back of the plane. “Go ahead and hop in. We’re still waiting on one more person.”
What? Maybe he should reschedule, but he couldn’t afford to waste more time. Waiting for the sheriff to arrive first thing this morning had already put him behind. He’d done the right thing telling her about the cattle, but he didn’t want her involved, getting hurt, especially because of him. This was no business for a woman. He’d seen the look of incredulity in her eyes, but that was nothing new where he was concerned.
“You know I don’t like anyone infringing on my business. I thought this was just you and me. Who else is coming?”
“I am.” The familiar female voice crawled over his back and into his heart, causing it to miss a beat.
Carver closed his eyes. He hung his head, unsure what this new development would mean, then turned. “What are you doing here?”
She made her way from the hangar entrance over to him. “I’m going with you.”
When he slid his gaze to her, she was grinning. “I told you I didn’t want you involved,” he said.
“Then you shouldn’t have called me.”
Blood pressure rising, Carver left his thoughts unsaid and climbed into the Cessna. He shouldn’t have listened to Ray. But why didn’t he want Sheridan’s help? Taking her in the saddle on a long, hard ride was one thing, but having her along this time couldn’t hurt.
When Kevin was seated next to Carver, and Sheridan strapped in behind him, Kevin taxied the four-seater plane from the hangar and, after he’d gained clearance, took them into the sky.
A light floral fragrance wafted around Carver. Sheridan. “You sure this is part of your job description, Sheriff?”
“This is a criminal investigation. Rustling is a felony. Why wouldn’t it be part of my job?”
Kevin guffawed. “You two aren’t going to be at this all day, are you? I was afraid it might be a mistake to have you together, but why don’t you forget about your differences for now. Let’s find your cattle.”
Carver didn’t much like being lectured. He didn’t realize that he and Sheridan had drawn battle lines for everyone to see.
“I’m all for that,” she said.
Great. She had to be the first to agree. Carver wasn’t big on talking anyway, so he said nothing. Let them think what they would. Carver tugged his binoculars out and focused on the surrounding region.
He hadn’t expected how difficult concentrating would be with Sheridan this close, her face looking out the window, searching with him. The plane banked right and headed toward the northeast.
“You tell me where I need to go, Carver,” Kevin said.
“Let’s look at the most remote areas with canyons and ravines. The cattle need water. Unless the rustlers, if they’re still out there, are going to haul it in, they have to be
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