CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“SHERIFF, WHO IS THIS gorgeous thing right here?” Garfield took Connie’s hand, his palm softer than its rugged exterior. “It’s wonderful to meet you, pretty lady.” He pressed his moist, narrow lips to her hand, his five o’clock shadow massaging her skin. “Mm.”
“Down, boy.” Ketchum laughed. “You trying to inhale her?”
Connie grinned.
“Excuse me for being forward.” Garfield’s inquisitive eyes glowed underneath his heavy eyebrows. “I’m Garfield Larose and if there is anything you need or want, I will move Heaven and earth to get it for you.”
Connie tucked in her bottom lip. “You make an unforgettable first impression. I’m Detective Connie Wilks.”
“Detective?” His smile dropped. “Eh, you don’t look like a detective.”
She gave a half-smile. “Well, I am.”
“Detective
