Sheriff Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 10) by Laylah Roberts (top 10 novels to read .TXT) 📕

coffee.” Which she hadn’t even had a sip of. Typical. She’d downed her first cup almost as soon as Ed had left the house. He’d never know that she hadn’t eaten first. And she’d needed that cup. Desperately. Then as she’d glanced through her messages from her brothers, each one more demanding and bossier than the next, she’d decided that she needed another cup before answering them. Then calling her mother.

There wasn’t enough caffeine in the world to help her with that.

“Crap. Stay where you are. You’ve got bare feet. If you step on a piece of that, you could get hurt. Did you burn yourself?”

“I’m fine. Just clumsy.”

“Yeah? You don’t really strike me as the clumsy type.”

“Well, I wasn’t expecting anyone.”

Kiesha grimaced. “Sorry, bestie. I would have texted, but Ed won’t give me your number.” As she spoke, she was grabbing a broom and pan from a cupboard. Obviously, she knew her way around Ed’s house.

“Here, hand it to me,” she said. “I’ll clean it up. I made the mess.”

“Uh-uh. You have bare feet. Here, I’ll lift you out of the way.”

“Kiesha!” She stepped back as the other woman reached for her. Like she could lift her?

Unfortunately, she stepped right onto a piece of ceramic. Sharp pain sliced at the sole of her foot.

“Fudge!”

“What? You want fudge?” Kiesha asked, staring at her strangely. “I haven’t made any in years, but I think I could try.”

“No, I say fudge instead of swearing,” she explained as she limped her way over to the counter and sat on one of the kitchen stools.

“Oh. That’s weird.”

Really? That was weird. This whole town was insane and her using fudge instead of fuck was weird?

“My mother doesn’t believe that women should swear,” she explained. Then she thought about that for a minute. Here she was at thirty-four, using ridiculous words like fudge instead of fuck because of her mommy. Maybe Kiesha was right the first time. She was weird.

“Shit! Are you bleeding?” Kiesha asked.

Georgina glanced over at the kitchen floor. There were spots of blood across the white tiles.

“Shoot! Is there something I can use to clean that up?”

“Who cares about cleaning it up? Let me look at your foot. Ed is gonna kill me if I let you get injured.”

She stiffened. “Did Ed send you to babysit me?”

“No. He has no idea I’m here. I waited until he was definitely gone until I snuck in. I’ll get the first aid kit, we need to stop that bleeding. Shit, did you burn yourself?”

She looked at where Kiesha was pointing to the top of her feet where there were splotches of pink. “That’s nothing. I can barely feel it.”

Unlike the cut which stung like a bitch.

“Stay there.” Kiesha wiggled a finger at her then raced off.

With a sigh, she glanced over at the mess. How was she going to explain the broken mug and the cut on her foot?

Kiesha returned, practically skidding along the floor in her fluffy socks. They went up over her knees and were striped black and white with a panda’s face at the top of them.

They were freaking adorable.

“I love your socks,” she blurted out before slamming a hand over her mouth. Darn it. She really needed to stop blurting out what she was thinking.

“Thanks!” She drew out another stool and patted it. “Put your foot up here. Don’t worry, you’re in good hands. I worked as a paramedic for a few years.”

Wow. She’d done a lot in her life. What had Georgina done? What difference had she really made? Kiesha made quick work of cleaning up her foot.

“How come you waited for Ed to leave?” she asked. The other woman was wrapping a white bandage around her foot. Kind of overkill she thought, when a Band-Aid would work, but she’d wait to remove it until later.

“Cause I’m supposed to be at work.”

“Umm, Kiesha, Ed just went into work. He’s going to notice you’re not there.”

“Oh, I know. I’m the one who called him. Might have exaggerated how much we needed him in there so I could get a bit of alone time with you. Great plan, huh?” Kiesha smiled at her widely.

“It’s a terrible plan.”

Kiesha’s face dropped and she took a step back. “You didn’t want to see me?”

There was something vulnerable in her face. A hurt that went deep. Shoot. She hadn’t meant it like that.

“Of course I want to see you, we’re besties, right?”

Kiesha grinned. “Too right, rubber ducky. I needed to see my bestie and Ed was hogging you.”

“But Kiesha, he’s going to be furious when he realizes you called him into work when you didn’t really need him.”

“Eh, what’s he gonna do? Fire me?” Kiesha swept up pieces of ceramic.

“Yes,” she replied, as she stood. Ouch, standing on her sore foot wasn’t going to be fun today. But it wasn’t like she hadn’t had worse.

“He does that and I’ll tell his mom. Don’t worry. Pretty sure my job is safe. I’m amazing at it, after all.”

She couldn’t help but smile. “And so modest too.”

Kiesha grinned. “Why bother with modesty? Never been something I’ve suffered from.”

“Here, let me clean up the rest.”

“Nuh-uh. You need to rest. You still look kind of pale. Ed didn’t keep you up all night, did he?” Kiesha wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“No!” she protested. “Nothing like that.”

“Huh, I felt sure that put you two in close proximity and fireworks would go off. Or are you not attracted to him anymore now that you’re living with him? Is he smelly? Messy? Bossy?”

“He’s definitely bossy. But I’m not living with him. I’m just staying here for a while.”

“Nothing else?”

“We’re seeing where things go.”

“Ahh, nice, nice,” Kiesha said, seeming distracted. “So if you were to put a number on when you thought you might sleep with him, would it be a few days, a week . . . “

“Umm.” She might never have had a female friend to talk through stuff like this with, but even she thought that was a weird question.

“Never mind. Don’t answer that.”