With two big steps, he stood in the entryway of the break room.

Trianna lifted her cup in the air. “Here’s to a peaceful day with no arrests.”

“I’ll drink to that. You ready to get out of town?” Jimmy heard the harsh tone of his voice, but he couldn’t help it. This woman was distracting and churning up things in his gut that didn’t need to be rekindled. Life was perfect without Trianna Shaw in it.

“No, silly. I’m just not going to get caught next time.”

Jimmy smacked his forehead. “You’re impossible.”

“Yes, and you like it.” Trianna did that wink thing again that made his legs wobble. She had to be a witch or some nonsense he didn’t believe in, because only someone with magical powers could distract him as much as she did.

“Let’s go,” he mumbled. “After breakfast, you’ll drive yourself back to Atlanta.”

She stood, put one hand on her curved hip and looked him straight in the eye. “Ah, no. Not happening. Even if you follow me all the way there, I’ll just come right back.”

His mouth fell open before he recovered. “Even if you end up in jail?”

“As I said, I won’t get caught again.” Trianna sauntered past him. “So, it’s time for you to buy me breakfast. Let’s go.”

Jimmy looked to Susan for help, but she busied herself washing out the two coffee mugs. “You can wipe that smile off your face. I know what you’re doing and it won’t work.”

Susan placed a hand on her chest as her eyebrows rose. “Why, Sheriff Mason. Are you accusing me of something?”

“Please. Don’t try to act innocent.” He looked down the hall at Trianna then back at Susan before he right-faced and mumbled, “Neither of you are innocent. I’ve got both your numbers.” He marched out the side door and kept walking.