Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

course, so I was in the fortunate position of having no
mortgage payment.
After our honeymoon, David was going to move in with
me.
Obviously, fate had other plans.
When the knock on the door comes, I nearly jump out of
my skin. Mojo lets out a yawn and rolls over.
Then the doorbell rings, and a voice comes through the
door. “Natalie? You home?”
It’s Chris.
Dumped-me-over-the-phone Chris, who’s now dropping
by unannounced as I’m having a meltdown over a mysterious
unidentified key my missing fiancé mailed to me from the
past.
He always did have shitty timing.
When I open the door and see him standing there in his
uniform, holding his hat in his hand and smiling sheepishly,
my heart sinks. I can tell this isn’t a conversation I want to
have.
“Hi.”
“Hey, Nat.” His gaze sweeps over me. His smile falters.
“You okay?”
Cops and their damn sharp eyes. Though he’s a sheriff, not
a police officer, he’s got that law-enforcement heightenedsenses
thing. That high-alert watchfulness that assumes
everyone is about to commit a crime.
My cheeks are dry, but he can probably smell the tears on
me.
I smile reassuringly. “Yeah. Fine. How are you?”
“I’m good, thanks.” He shifts his weight from foot to foot.
“I just wanted to check up on you.”
Wondering if that busybody Diane Myers pestered him
into this, I lift my brows. “Really? Why’s that?”