Seducing the Sheriff (Wicked Women Book 2) by Eliza Knight & Annabelle Weston

Author:Eliza Knight & Annabelle Weston [Knight, Eliza]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Knight Media, LLC
Published: 2017-01-24T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

What the hell had he been thinking?

Jed felt like a total low life for the way he’d just treated Carly. He’d let his urges run rampant and he’d said things he now regretted. He walked wearily up to the bar and held up his finger for a shot of whiskey. Alvin poured him a glass. He picked up the glass and looked around, wondering which one of these ne’er-do-wells would bed Carly tonight.

He chugged the shot and motioned for another.

Alvin filled the glass to the brim. He emptied the glass in one gulp. Again, he raised his finger for another. He ought to go apologize, but for what? He’d turned away from the best thing that’d ever happened to him. The woman didn’t see things his way. Shaking his head, he tossed down another shot of comfort.

“Drowning your troubles, Sheriff?” Big Judith sidled up next to him. Her breasts were beyond overflowing tonight. If she sneezed they’d hurt somebody.

“Yeah.” Jed leaned on the bar.

She chortled. “Maybe you’d like some company.”

Big Judith ordered Alvin to pour her a shot.

“Can I ask you a personal question?” His words were beginning to slur.

“Sure.” She sipped her whiskey.

“Why are you here? I mean, why do you work in a saloon?”

Big Judith shrugged. “Had no place else to go after my Henry went to his reward. Miss Carly don’t turn anyone away.”

“I reckon that’s the truth.”

She laughed, a loud and boisterous noise that came easily. “You got a hard on for the boss. You’re not the first.”

“I intend to be the last.”

“Well, Lawman, she won’t be easy to lasso.”

“So I’m finding out.” Jed picked up his glass and clinked shots with the big lady.

Big Judith downed the rest of her drink and laughed again, her entire body shaking. Then she walked away, grinding against the men as she passed the card tables.

Damn. He’d been jealous thinking Carly might have been Crosby’s woman. She wasn’t anyone’s woman, and that made him crazy. He tossed his hat on the bar and ran his hand through his hair.

“Thought you’d be long gone by now.”

He turned to see Carly standing behind the bar with a pitcher of water. Her eyes twinkled with challenge. He hadn’t even seen her come down the stairs.

“How long you been standing here?”

“Long enough to see you rotting your insides.” She lifted the pitcher.

“I’m drinking whiskey tonight.”

“And I’m cutting you off.” She leaned close enough for him to smell her perfume as she filled his glass with water. “Can’t have the sheriff of Tucson drunk and disorderly.”

The firebrand who could charm a man out of his good sense had returned. Was he just another customer to her?

She was wearing the dark red satin dress over than fancy corset she set so much store by. The dress was his favorite. The color reminded him of the desert heat. So did the touch of her skin. The dress didn’t make him forget what was underneath.

He didn’t need any false courage to admit how glad he was to see her.

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