Chapter 10“What kept you, Sheriff?” Rob demanded, eliciting a shout of laughter from Jesse.
“Never mind about that,” the blond man wheezed, scratching the stubble on his cheeks.
“That's right, never mind, you two whippersnappers. Jesse, what's wrong with your wife that she doesn't make you shave?”
Jesse only laughed harder. “She was still asleep this morning when I left, so I got away without the lecture on respectability. And watch who you're calling whippersnapper, old man.”
“Very funny,” Dylan groused, only half joining in the banter. His heart remained with his woman, tucked into that warm bed. “Lydia says the stranger is named Samuel Blaylock, which, I'm sure you'll agree, is pretty similar to Sam Bly. He's older with grey hair, a fancy mustache and a limp.”
Jesse's laughter cut
