CHAPTER 7: That's my boyfriend
Sheriff Kent was laughing too loudly above the thrumming music with those girls. His hand was lingering a little too long on one of their shoulders as he leaned in to whisper something.
I gritted my teeth. So this was the town’s golden lawman. No wonder justice and law enforcement was s**t.
I squared my shoulders, still tasting the weird aftertaste of the drink I was given by Poppy’s creepy boyfriend, and the bitter edge of my fight with her, I walked straight toward him.
I switched on a smile I hoped was sincere and appropriate enough.
“Sheriff Kent.”
He looked over his shoulders. “Well, if it isn’t the pretty florist,” he said when he noticed me, his grin slow and practiced. “Miss Mills. I didn’t expect to see you here tonight, sweetheart.”
Sweethe
