Once in the kitchen, Shaun opened the fridge while Fiona pulled out dishes. Deciding to help with the last few days of leftovers, he set out containers on the island. Ian climbed up on a stool and asked him questions about what it was like to be the sheriff.
“It’s like being in charge of a really big family. I know everyone in Centennial, and several that live nearby. I’m responsible for keeping them all safe.”
“Have you had to put bad guys in jail?”
Shaun thought of Justin, of the others who had become temporary tenants of the cells at the office. “Sure. Sometimes.”
“And I bet everyone else likes it when you do because you’re protecting them.”
Thinking of Sissy, Shaun hid his frown by ducking back into the fridge for the lemonade. “But I have to wait for people to break the law, to g
