Page 10 of Beneath the Blue Moon

***Ethan***

Charlie places his hand on my shoulder as a form of

restraint. I almost ran over and ripped Cliff’s arm off when he’d tried to grab

her. I take a deep, calming breath. Down, boy. It’s been almost a month

since she walked into my office, and she hasn’t left my thoughts for a second. I

tried to rid my mind of her, thought maybe I was wrong and she isn’t the one.

It was no use. Now that I’m in her presence again, and the buzz in my brain is

back, I never want to leave her side. She turns to face me and a sultry smile

teases her lips. My eyes roam over her as she walks toward me. Heat rises to my

neck as I absorb her denim shorts, a few inches from being indecent, and her

stomach-baring green tee. Her hair is in pigtails, both sides falling down over

her breasts. God, she’s beautiful!

“Well, well… I was beginning to think you boys weren’t going

to accept my offer.”

I open my mouth, but no words come out. Thankfully, Charlie

steps up.

“We’ve just been a little busy.”

“You couldn’t have chosen a better night to come.”

“Why’s that?” Brick asks.

“Well, Mr. Brick Castle, it’s ladies’ night. Plenty of

options for three hot bachelors like you.” Turning her attention to me, she places

a hand on her hip. “Cat got your tongue, Sheriff?”

“Just… taking in the scene,” I answer, finally finding my

voice. “I’ve never seen this place so busy.”

“Come by the bar and I’ll get y’all somethin’ to drink.”

She bounces off, and I watch as she makes her way around the

crowded room. She’s got a perfect ass. No—everything about her is perfect. Back

behind the bar, she walks up to us.

“Let me guess.” She points to Brick. “Beer… Charlie, bourbon…

And you…” She looks into my eyes with a smile that lights up my world. “Scotch,

single malt.”

She’s right. I rarely drink, but when I do, it’s always scotch.

“Very impressive, Miss Bryan.”

“Why, thank you, Sheriff.” She leans in toward me, her smile

turning seductive. I hold my breath because I don’t think I could control

myself if I got a whiff of her up close. “It’s one of my many, many

talents.”

She winks and turns away. Charlie kicks my leg, and the

breath I was holding comes whooshing out. I need to get a grip. I’m behaving

like a hormonal teenager. But how can I not, when she’s bending over, and I can

almost see her ass cheeks?

This is going to be a long night.