Sheriff Daddy
Laylah Roberts
Laylah Roberts.
Sheriff Daddy.
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Contents
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Epilogue
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Reveal Me, Sir
Montana Daddies
Daddy Bear
Daddy’s Little Darling
Daddy’s Naughty Darling Novella
Daddy’s Sweet Girl
Daddy’s Lost Love
A Montana Daddies Christmas
Daring Daddy
Warrior Daddy
Daddy’s Angel
His Little Cowgirl Novella
Heal Me, Daddy
Daddy’s Little Bride Novella
Daddy in Cowboy Boots
A Little Christmas Cheer
Sheriff Daddy
Rogue Daddy (coming soon)
MC Daddy
Motorcycle Daddy
Hero Daddy
Protector Daddy
Untamed Daddy
Fierce Daddy (coming soon)
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Lila’s Loves
Laken’s Surrender
Saving Savannah
Molly’s Man
Saxon’s Soul
Mastered by Malone
How West was Won
Cole’s Mistake
Jardin’s Gamble
Harem of Daddies
Ruled by Her Daddies
Men of Orion
Worlds Apart
Cavan Gang
Rectify
Redemption
Redemption Valley
Audra’s Awakening
Old-Fashioned Series
An Old-Fashioned Man
Two Old-Fashioned Men
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Her Old-Fashioned Boss
His Old-Fashioned Love
An Old-Fashioned Christmas
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Georgina James stared up at the building with trepidation.
What was wrong with her? All she had to do was walk in there. It wasn’t that hard. She was an FBI agent. She’d been in hundreds of high-stress, dangerous situations.
And yet, here was she, nervous to walk into a sheriff’s department.
Ridiculous.
If her family could see her now . . .
No. Don’t think about that.
Already, she could feel herself getting sweaty from nerves. Calm down.
A funny feeling ran through her, as though she was being watched but she shook it off. She was a stranger in a small town. Of course she was going to be stared at. And it was probably just her nerves making her feel self-conscious.
She’d never done anything like this before.
When was the last time she’d felt anything? Anything good? When he’d kissed her, it was like the whole world had woken up around her. There was color. Her life had been gray for so long, she’d forgotten what it was like to feel pleasure. Happiness.
Safe. She’d felt so safe. Safer than any security system or training or firearms could make her feel. Like nothing could harm her, physically or emotionally.
Georgina looked up at the door and shook the nerves out of her hands. She could do this.
And she took the first step that led up to the Wishingbone Sheriff’s Department.
And Sheriff Ed Granger.
Ed took a sip of coffee, then immediately spit it back out.
“Kiesha!” he roared, grabbing for a tissue to mop at the mess he’d made of the papers scattered across his desk.
“Yeah, boss man?” she yelled back.
He scowled. “Get in here.”
Normally, he wouldn’t talk to people he worked with like that . . . ahh, shit, who was he kidding?
But he’d known Kiesha since she was in diapers. Their mothers had been best friends. Mostly, he’d always felt like she was his younger sister. His bratty, annoying, should-have-been-spanked-more-often little sister.
She appeared in his doorway. On roller skates. With a sucker in her mouth. He closed his eyes and sighed. “How many times have I told you that you can’t wear roller skates at work?”
“How many times have I told you that if you keep frowning like that you’re gonna have more wrinkles than you already do? Besides, I don’t see why I can’t wear roller skates. Steven brought a friend in yesterday whose pants were halfway down his ass. Now, if I have to see hairy ass crack, I don’t get why people would object to me wearing roller skates.”
“That guy wasn’t Steven’s friend, Kiesha. It was someone he’d arrested. And roller skates aren’t appropriate for a sheriff’s department.”
Kiesha sighed and rolled her eyes. Lord help the man who ever took on this brat. They’d have to have far more patience than Ed. He’d always thought he was rather even-tempered. Kiesha was proof that wasn’t exactly true.
She slammed a hand down on her hip, giving him a bored look. “Is that why you called me in here? To ream me out over my footwear choices?”
; Do not respond. Do not snap.
“I called you in here because my coffee tastes like salt.”
“So?”
“So you made it for me! Did you put salt in my coffee?”
“Hey, if you don’t like the way I make your coffee then you know what to do, right? Make it yourself.”
“Kiesha!” he snapped. Had she really put salt in his coffee just because she objected to him asking her to make him one? She . . . that . . . it . . . fuck, he didn’t even have words.
“Gotta go! Got work to do, don’t get paid to sit around and chat with you all day.”
She disappeared. He thought about taking off after her. For all of five seconds. But that conversation would just go from bad to worse.
He really knew better than to ask her for coffee. That sort of stuff just pissed her off. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head against the back of his chair.
“Should have spanked her harder. Seems I was too lenient. Obviously, I did something terrible in a former life to deserve this.”
“Excuse me?”
He shot up, his chair rolling out and crashing into the wall behind him as he stood. He hid a wince at the noise it made.
“You okay, boss man?” Kiesha yelled from the front room.
“Fine!”
“The FBI woman is here!” Kiesha called out.
He closed his eyes again. Maybe he was dreaming? Yep, it was all just a bad dream. He opened them again. Nope, she was still there.
Georgina James. Dressed in a gray suit jacket and matching gray pants. With a white turtleneck underneath. Her hair was pulled back into a severe knot. She looked washed out. Tired. There were dark circles under her eyes and she’d lost weight from when he’d last seen her.
Concern filled him, but he didn’t let it show. Somehow, he knew she wouldn’t appreciate that.
Then it hit him. Georgina was here. Anger stirred. He was still pissed that she’d slipped out of town several months ago without saying goodbye. And he’d been certain that he wouldn’t see her again. Sure, he could have chased her down, could have confronted her. But what good would that do if she obviously didn’t want him?
Nope, he’d been burned before while chasing after someone who didn’t want him. Not happening again.
And whatever the reason she was back, he was certain it had nothing to do with him.
“I can see that!” he yelled back. Then he realized how ridiculous they likely appeared. “Excuse me one moment,” he said politely to Georgina.
Georgina stepped to the side so he could walk past. He hesitated. He felt the need to make something clear. “Uh, things aren’t always like this around here.”
“Yes, they are,” Kiesha called out. “Things are always like this.”
He sighed. Lord. Give him strength.
“Please, sit down. Can I get you anything?” he asked.
“No, thank you.” Her face never changed expression. Damn, she was hard to read. Did she even remember the kiss they’d shared?
He left the room and stormed over to Kiesha’s desk. “You’re supposed to announce people before they hit my office.”
She glared up at him and pulled the blue sucker from her mouth. “Maybe if I’d been wearing my roller skates, I could have gotten to your office quick enough to announce her.”
He closed his eyes and counted to three. Then he counted to ten. It still wasn’t enough. He opened his eyes to give her a firm look.
“You’re still wearing your roller skates.”
Kiesha shrugged. “Well, I can’t take them off. I didn’t bring any shoes with me today.”
“Kiesha. Don’t push me too far,” he warned. Placing his hands on the desk, he leaned in close to her.
Something crossed her face. A look he didn’t like. Fuck. He found himself caving.
“The roller skates can stay, unless there are any accidents. Understand?”
“I never have accidents.”
“But if you’re going outside with them on,” he continued as though she hadn’t spoken. “Then you need to wear a helmet.”
She opened her mouth. Closed it. He reached out and grasped hold of her chin. “Understand? And no speeding down any hills and rushing across the road without checking first. I know that Jonny Jacks nearly ran you down yesterday because you flew out in front of him.”
“Jonny Jacks,” she muttered grouchily. “What a tattletale. I’ll have helmet hair, though. How will that look when I’m the face of the cop shop?”
Face of the cop shop? Really?
“I think we can all live with you having helmet hair,” he said dryly. Better than a brain injury. He straightened.
“Want me to bring you and the FBI lady any coffee?”
“No, we’re good. Thanks,” he replied dryly.
“I live to serve, boss man,” she said cheerfully.
Sure she did. She lived to embarrass him. That he was certain of. She was brought here as a trial of his patience. So far it was Kiesha: 2567, Ed: 0.
He turned towards his office, stilling when he saw Georgina standing there, watching him and Kiesha. Embarrassment filled him until he saw her grimace and look away. He paused. She looked like she was in pain. That was interesting. That was one of the few real reactions he’d ever seen from her. Not that he knew her well. Which is why he really had no right to be angry with her for leaving.
Wasn’t like they’d promised anything to each other. He let out his breath, trying to push away any remaining annoyance with her.
Professional. They were colleagues. He wasn’t sure why she was here, but it had to be work-related. She’d been here a few months back as part of a task force trying to take down Saber Mason, the leader of the Devil’s Sinners gang. Unfortunately, they hadn’t apprehended him or his son, Tiger. Both of them were missing. But they had arrested Saber’s girlfriend, Rosalind, who had been laundering money through her beauty salons for the Devil’s Sinners. So he guessed it was likely something to do with that still-open case.
He moved into the office, shutting the door. “Please, Agent James, take a seat.”
“Call me Georgina.”
She sat. He moved around his desk to sit as well. Shoot. There were still drops of coffee everywhere from where he’d spat it out.
“Georgina, I really am sorry about that. We aren’t always that unprofessional.”
“Yes, I suppose it’s difficult to remain professional for you.”
What the fuck did that mean? Was this because he’d kissed her while they’d been working? But she’d kissed him back. What gave her the right to be so judgmental? He ground his teeth together.
“Kiesha isn’t just an employee—” he started to say.
“Yes, I can see that.”
He narrowed his gaze, holding back the need to snap at her. They weren’t all robots.
Not fair.
Yeah, this woman was closed off. Very closed off. But that didn’t mean she didn’t have feelings. And just because she was being rude, didn’t mean he had to be the same.
It was tempting, though.
“Why are you here, Agent James?”
Her eyes flared at his cool, formal tone. He was certain that it wasn’t lost on her that he’d gone back to calling her Agent James. He could be professional.
If anything her stance grew stiffer. Her back was ramrod straight, her legs pressed together and her hands were folded on her lap. It boggled his mind that this was the same woman who’d melted into him when they’d kissed.
She looked so prim and proper. He wondered what she’d do if he took her hair down and ordered her to never pin it up.
That night, he’d managed to pull it free of its confines. It was so long that it had nearly reached her ass. And it had smelled like strawberries.
Fuck. Don’t think about that. She’d likely knee you in the nuts if you made demands like that.
Yeah. He could see that. She looked to be contemplating doing that right now.
“Guessing things are a bi
t different in the FBI.” He put some drawl into his voice. He’d dealt with people from different agencies before. FBI. Treasury. DEA. They often thought they were superior to a small-town sheriff.
If she thought he’d just sit here and let her look down on him, then she had another thought coming.
“Yes,” she said quietly. “Very different.”
He stared at her, somewhat puzzled by her. She’d sounded almost sad. There had been a hint of something. Longing?
Why couldn’t he get a proper read on her? She seemed like the type to never step out of the lines. Everything about her appeared repressed and highly strung. He had no problem with dealing with her frosty attitude and disapproval. Wasn’t like she was a part of his life. She’d leave as quickly as she came.
But for some reason, the idea of her being sad upset him.
He had to push that feeling down deep.
“What can I do for you?” he asked formally.
She blinked at him a moment, as though she was confused about what she was doing here.
He cleared his throat. “You came to me.”
“Yes, of course. Obviously, I came here for a reason.”
What was he missing here? Something. But he couldn’t figure out what. And the puzzle that was Georgina James was annoying him.
“And that is?” he asked in a gentler voice. There was definitely something off with her. Maybe she hadn’t meant to come across as judgmental and cold.
“I wanted to ask you if you’ve had any further information regarding the disappearance of Saber and Tiger Mason.”
Right, just as he’d thought. He didn’t know what had happened to Tiger and Saber.
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