As soon as I got home, I called Santiago. It was late since I had needed a bit of time with The Great British Bake-Off, some strong tea, and a couch before I could drive safely home from Mika’s, but I hoped the sheriff wouldn’t mind since I thought it was his car that followed me into my driveway when I came home.
The Great British Bake-OffI’d considered walking over and tapping on his window, but that felt a little too much like the booty calls I’d seen in B-movies. I decided a call was better, especially if the person who opened the window was one of Santiago’s deputies instead of him.
He answered on the first ring. “Glad you’re home safe and sound,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “Sawyer not with you tonight?”
“At his dad’s.” I tried to sound nonchalant. “Listen, I
