“Fuck! What?”
“Listen that may not be a good idea …”
She twisted in her seat to get a better look at where Branson was sitting.
What was going on?
“Connor man …”
“Right okay. Yeah. See you soon.” His shoulders heaved then he turned to look at her.
“The sheriff will be here in ten.”
Her mouth dropped open in shock.
Crap! Dominic was going to go nuts!
“Umm …”
“I know,” Branson muttered, looking like he was going to be sick, as he got up and walked out of the room.
She didn’t know a lot of what was going on with the whole cabin fire thing, but she knew one thing.
Shit was about to hit the fan!
And she was right when a few minutes later, Dominic came marching into the room, Rick and Danny following him.
“What the fuck did you do?” Dominic snarled at Branson, who was following behind all of them, moving a lot slower.
“Didn’t do anything man. He called me. It’s probably just about the fire.”
“So you tell him to come here! Do you know who the fuck we are? We don’t involve any form of the law!”
“What the fuck is going on?” Mark yelled, jogging into the room going straight to her, placing himself in front of her.
His broad back blocking her from everyone around them.
“Branson here decided to—”
“What the fuck!” Branson snarled and she jumped. “I didn’t fucking call him!” Branson turned and stomped out the front door, leaving a stunned Dominic behind.
“Dominic, he said he didn’t call him. So he didn’t,” Mark said and she got up. Walking up to him and burrowing into his side.
“The sheriff seems to be okay,” she said, and Dominic turned to her.
“Fine,” Dominic muttered after a long moment, and she felt them all take a breath.
Before they could do anything though, Branson appeared back in the doorway.
“Mark, Winter, Sherriff needs to talk.”
“Just them?” Danny asked frowning.
“Yup. Said he didn’t want to know who else was here. If he doesn’t meet ya, then he doesn’t know ya,” Branson said, giving Dominic a meaningful look before turning, her and Mark following him.
“Sherriff,” she said, as Mark wrapped his arm around her. Branson was standing off to the side, eyeing them all. But the sheriff and Mark were eyeing each other as if they didn’t know what they wanted to do more.
Shoot each other.
