by James, Anne
Laurel knew by the plural, we, he meant the State Employees Assistance Program, EAP.
“I will.” She stood up striving to hide a grimace of pain. “Ouch! It’s been a long day.” She smiled as she rubbed her upper neck and chin.
An awkward moment filled the air. Laurel chased it away by her next words, “I could wear a concealed weapon. Got my Smith & Wesson , 38 special, revolver. Good friend of mine.”
Boyd gave a chuckle. “Those days are passed. I wish we could carry a weapon. Like the old days.”
Laurel said, “I need to get home. Jackson is waiting.”
Boyd stood and rubbed the small of his back, “Go take care of that giant dog of yours. Maybe he should ride around on the job with you. Can’t imagine anybody messing with you with that beast by your side!”
Laurel smiled at him, “If only.”
