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

something totally inappropriate? Were they going to realize she was a complete imposter? She wasn’t this cool, interesting person they thought she was. She was boring and predictable.

“I’ve never had drunk, angry sex. Heck, I’d settle for good sex.”

Okay, she really didn’t mean to say that. Thankfully, the man running the bar trivia started speaking. “The results are in.” He read out third place. Then second.

Excitement filled her. Would they really be first?

“And first prize goes to Beersal Suspects!”

“Woo-hoo!” Kiesha jumped to her feet and raced up to the front. She grabbed the man by the shoulders and smacked a kiss on his lips before picking an envelope up and racing back to the table.

“What did we win?” Georgina asked. Not that she’d helped much. None of them had. Juliet had done all the hard work.

“Bar tab!” All of the women, except Juliet, sung.

Oh. Awesome. More pink flamingos.

Noah chose that moment to walk up with a pitcher of water and glasses. “Right, ladies, I want everyone who is drinking alcohol to rehydrate. I’m going to be back in thirty minutes and this pitcher of water better be gone.”

He set down a huge water pitcher and glasses. This seemed odd behavior for the owner of a bar. Didn’t he make money from them drinking more?

“He’s worried about us passing out, or puking in the toilets,” Isa explained.

“I’m worried about more than just that, but yes, those things too,” Noah told them all. “When you’re drunk, you can make bad decisions.”

That was a good point. Georgina worried at her lip. What was she thinking, getting drunk? Anyone could use her inebriated state to take advantage of her. Or her friends. She had to protect them too.

“Noah is a wise man,” she stated.

He gave her a surprised look then grinned. “There you are, listen to Georgie.”

Hmm, seemed like her nickname was taking off. She liked that.

“Jesus, don’t encourage him!” Cleo told her with a scowl.

“Nobody is going to bother us here,” Kiesha argued. “This is the safest place in the world.”

Noah gave her a firm look. “Nowhere is completely safe.”

Georgina nodded. She knew that all too well. There was nowhere that she could be completely safe. Except in Ed’s arms. Then she’d felt safe. But he was a lying liar pants.

“Drink, ladies. And Cleo is giving you all a ride home, right? There will be no drinking and skating, hear me, Kiesha?”

“You do that one time and it’s all you hear about,” Kiesha muttered.

“Yeah, well, I heard from Jonny Jacks today that you were following his truck along the road, yelling obscenities at him.”

Kiesha’s eyes narrowed. “Jonny Jacks is my sworn enemy. Death to him and all his family. Except for his mother, brothers, cousins, aunts, and uncles. He can kiss my ass.”

Whoa. She really didn’t like Jonny Jacks.

“Just put that ass in Cleo’s car at the end of the night,” Noah said, pointing his finger at them all. “Cleo, you need help, let me know.”

“I got this, O’Ryan,” Cleo stated, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I know you do, darling, but I’m always here to help you.” He grabbed her chin and kissed her. Georgina sighed. That was so sweet.

Cleo was frowning when he left, but Georgina saw her check out his ass.

Definitely true love.

“So, Georgie, tell us, do James’s dance?” Isa asked.

“Certainly not,” she replied primly.

“Wanna dance?” Kiesha asked.

“Absolutely.”

She’d never danced like this before. Stiff, formal dances at her mother’s affairs were nothing like this. This dancing was sweaty and dirty. It was crowded and hot and chaotic. Normally, those were things she avoided like the plague.

But this was so much fun.

Throwing her arms up in the air, she wriggled her ass back and forth, moving to the beat. She’d never realized how amazing she could feel. She wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, the company, or the dancing, but she’d never felt so alive.

Too bad that by the end of the night all of these wonderful women were going to hate her. They were all so loyal to each other. When they learned what she’d done with Ed . . . she didn’t want to do it. She didn’t want to tell them and ruin this.

But if he wasn’t going to man up, then she would.

“What’s wrong?” Kiesha yelled.

“What?” she screamed back. The dance floor was packed.

“Your face got that serious look. You looked worried. There’s no worrying on the dance floor. Did you know that I was a professional backup dancer for the Vigilantes?”

“Really?” Well, it would explain how she’d had angry, drunk sex with the lead singer.

“Really. Don’t you believe me?”

“Why wouldn’t I believe you?”

A funny look crossed Kiesha’s face then she smiled wide. “We are going to be best friends forever!” Kiesha wrapped her arms around Georgina’s neck.

Sadness filled Georgina. “We can’t be.”

“Why not? Because you’re an FBI agent? I promise I’m not on any wanted lists. Ed had to do a background check on me before I was allowed to work for the sheriff’s department.”

“No, it’s not that.”

“Is it because you live so far away? Because we can call and Skype and I can come visit. Maybe. If I ever get my license. I’ve only failed twenty-two times. Lucky number twenty-three!”

Georgina sniffled. “That’s not it either!”

“Is it because we have nothing in common?”

“Nooo, it’s because I kissed your boyfriend.”

Kiesha froze. This was it. Georgina braced herself to be slapped.

“What? Who? What boyfriend?”

“Your boyfriend. The sheriff. Ed. But I swear, I had no idea he was dating you when I kissed him and if you think about it, this is really his fault. Because he did know he was dating you. But I’m a terrible best friend so get it over with now.”

“What?”

“The slapping.”

Kiesha’s eyes widened. Georgina’s breath was caught in her throat. And then Kiesha shocked her by laughing.

She laughed so hard that tears raced down her cheeks, and she grasped hold of her tummy as though she was in pain.

“Why are you laughing? Don’t you believe me? I did kiss him.”

“I don’t