After the bombshell of the night before, we didn’t have time in the morning to talk about Guy’s use of the “L” word.
The sheriff called as I was in the bathroom, relieving myself.
“They say they have the culprit,” Guy reported when I got back to the bedroom. “They want you and Felicity down at the sheriff’s department as soon as you can get there. I think they want to know what kind of charges you want to file.”
So we galloped through our showers, got dressed, and ate a hasty breakfast. We both knew we needed more time to explore what Guy had said and what I was going to respond.
Guy made a few phone calls, then announced we would pick up Felicity and all go to the sheriff’s office together.
Felicity was back to her regular self as she got into the truck, squishing me against Guy. He
