He grabbed the reins, gave the team a slap, and headed the wagon out of town. Patch scooted as close to Ethan as she could and threaded her arm through his. “What did the sheriff say?” “That I’m wasting my time. There never was any investigation, so he doesn’t have any information to share with me.” “Did you tell him you plan to do your own investigation?” Ethan smiled wryly. “He wasn’t impressed.” Ethan looked at the spot where Patch’s thigh rested against his. The feel of her flesh pressed up close to his was giving him ideas he had no business having. He sidled his leg away, but to his dismay, hers followed. Ethan glanced at Patch from the corner of his eye. She smiled at him, the soul of innocence. She couldn’t know what she was doing to him, he decided, and it would only embarrass them both if he said anything. He gritted his back teeth and tried to ignore his body’s response to her nearness. “I thought surely Trahern was going to catch you in the sheriff’s office,”
