"Jed. What are you doing here?"
“Hey, June,” he said. He was still in uniform, and his cruiser was parked in the driveway.
Is he kidding with this? So much for keeping this date under wraps.
I glanced behind him to Cade’s house. No one was outside, but hell, everyone was going to know my business in about ten seconds. Which was exactly why I had told him we could meet for dinner in the next town over, thirty minutes away. I didn't need any prying eyes, especially after Cade had conveniently stumbled on us when we were having coffee.
“What are you doing here?” I asked through clenched teeth. If I could have hissed the words at him, I would have.
“I know we were supposed to meet at the restaurant,” he said. “But I was working late, out on a call down the road. So, I figured, rather than call and stand you up, I’d stop by and hope you hadn’t left yet.” He shuffled his feet awkwardly, and I nearly invited him in, just to get him out of the freaking driveway. But there was his cruiser, parked right behind him, this bright sore thumb attracting attention. All I could think about was how much I needed to get him out of here.
“So why don’t we raincheck, then,” I said, my words rushed. That way, he could go home, and I could sit in the tub with a glass of wine and a book. That option didn't sound bad at all, actually.
“Oh.” He looked down at the ground. “Yeah, um. That sounds fine. I was thinking maybe I could just drive you to the restaurant, but no, that's good, too…” His voice trailed off.
“In that?” Yeah, the police cruiser didn’t scream “hey, look at me” at all.
Jed glanced back at the car, a sheepish look on his face. “Yeah. I could uh - I have a change of clothes with me, and I can give you a ride home.”
I must have given him a skeptical look, because he stumbled over his words, adding “I mean- not like I want to give you a ride home and...you know...come in or anything like that. I mean, nothing like that. You know, unless you wanted me to or something...Oh, shit.”
His face reddened, and I had to smile at his embarrassment. It was kind of charming, almost sweet. I mean, if someone else had shown up on my doorstep for a first date like this, I’d have already pepper sprayed him, because well, it would have been creepy. But Jed was just too damn nice.
“It’s okay, Jed,” I said. “I didn’t think you had any kind of nefarious intent.” I mean, not after that display, anyway. “Just let me grab my purse and phone and I’ll be ready.”
At the restaurant, we lingered over dinner, but I couldn't focus on Jed. Out of his sheriff's uniform and in normal clothes, Jed looked even better, his eyes highlighted by the blue collared shirt he wore, sleeves rolled up over his forearms. I tried to picture Cade wearing a button down shirt, and almost laughed out loud. There was no way he'd be caught dead wearing one, I knew that without even needing to ask. Jed made it look sexy somehow.
So why couldn't I pay attention to what he was saying?
Why did my mind keep returning to Cade?
I played with my wine glass, my fingers dancing on the rim as I half-listened to Jed fill me in on the gaps in my knowledge about the town, all the gossip about the people we had grown up with, and the things that had changed.
Then he stopped. “I’ve been running on and on, haven’t I?” he asked.
“No.” I laughed. “Well, maybe a little.”
“You’re such a good listener, you know?” he said. “You probably get that a lot. I need to shut up more.”
“No, it’s fine,” I said. “It’s nice to hear about this place. I missed it, in a lot of ways.”
"I admire the way you reacted after well...all that happened in high school, June," he said. The compliment brought a wave of embarrassment over me. I hated when people did that. I hated when they made my family tragedy into something I had overcome, making me out to be some kind of noble person. I was far from it.
"It was nothing," I said. "So, how did you end up being town sheriff?"
It was my blatant, unsophisticated attempt to veer away from discussing my family, but it didn't get through to him, and he barreled ahead. "Not many people would be able to get past that, and then become a doctor, join the Navy, serve their country."
It drove me crazy being made out to be some girl struggling against all odds to make something of myself. There were lots of people genuinely struggling in the world, living hand to mouth, and I had never been one of them. My parents died in a tragic accident, and my sister killed herself. But they didn't leave me destitute, and I had people who loved me, an aunt who took me in, enough money for years of therapy. I was more fortunate than a lot of other people.
"No, really," I said. "It happened a long time ago, Jed. I tried not to let it define my whole life."
"See, that's what I'm talking about." He sipped his coffee, set it down. I sat there, detached, trying to decipher his expression. That's what it was. Adoration. Like some kind of damn puppy dog.
"You are just so modest," he went on. "That's what I like about you, June. That's what I've always liked about you."