T is for Touched
“So what am I thinking now?” The bulky blond challenged, crossing his arms over his uniformed chest in a mildly childish stance.
Quirking a dark brow at his pragmatic friend, Logan pushed off the window sill and stood before the young deputy, holding his friends unremitting stare. “Looking for proof, Sheriff?” Mike nodded.
Taking another step closer to Mike,
“Do it.” Mike swallowed hard.
Taking in a deep breath,
“So-so what do ya see?” Mike blurted out.
“You trust me.” His eyes steady on his friend. “You think I’m a little fucked up and you’re uncomfortable when Anne and I are alone”
Mike raised his head again and silently nodded.
“And that same trust does not extend to my family.”
“Don’t be. You are right not to.”
“I’d never hurt her, Mike. Believe that.”