around here?â The bushes sure didnât look like she did, but the ground right next to the shed was softer, damp.
âI dump my excess liquid out the window.â She gave a sheepish shrug. âI like to think it makes up for not watering the plants as often as I should. Why?â
He couldnât swallow back the smile. âLooks like itâs paid off. I found a footprint next to the bush.â
She took a step forward. He grabbed her elbow as gently as possible, remembering how she had pulled away the last time heâd tried to touch her. He softly tugged her back. âI need to photograph it.â
âOh.â
He passed her the flashlight. âHold this and stay put. Iâll grab my digital and be right back.â
All but sprinting to his truck, he retrieved his camera and hurried back to Tara. She hadnât moved an inch, thank goodness. He carefully pushed aside the bushes and aimed the lens. âCan you shine the flashlight over my shoulder, please?â
He felt more than saw or heard her move closer. Her intoxicating perfume filled the air with a fresh spicy smell. The urge to take her in his arms rose. He shook off the thought and focused the camera. Just take the pictures. Gather the evidence and get out.
Click. Click.
He turned the camera and bent, taking pictures at different angles. Five, six more. His finger froze before he pushed it a seventh time. This was ridiculous. He was ridiculous. Taking more pictures than necessary, just so he could keep Tara close. Stupid.
Straightening, he studied the print.
âWhat do you think?â
âAhâ¦â He rubbed a hand along the back of his neck. âLooks to be about a size eleven or twelve. Steel-toed.â
âHow can you tell?â
He bent and pointed around the toe of the print. âSee how this is a bit wider and deeper? Means it was heavier. Most people donât walk on their toes. But steel toes mean more pressure at the top.â
She nodded and smiled. Was that admiration glistening in her eyes?
He needed to snap out of this crazy thinking. Taking the flashlight, he surveyed the surrounding ground. Not a single other print. âWhen was the last time you tossed something out this window?â
âHmm.â She tapped a finger against her chin. âLast night when I finished brewing the healââ
He hitched a brow when she didnât finish.
âLast night. I mean, the night before Grandmere woke up. Came out of a coma. Whatever.â
What had she been brewing in her little shed? Something she didnât want to share with the class, that much was certain. âSo, whoever stepped here had to have done so within the past twenty-four hours.â
âIâd think so.â
He made a final notation in his notebook and glanced toward the house. A single light burned in the kitchen. âIâm assuming Jacks and Alyssa were fine.â
âTheyâre still asleep.â She brushed her hands over her shorts. âI donât want to wake them. Theyâre exhausted.â
And Alyssa would probably still give Tara an earful. He couldnât blame Tara for trying to avoid that. âWell, Iâll file my report and see what the lab can come up with on the bottle and footprint.â
She walked him to his truck. âI appreciate it, Sheriff.â
âYou can call me Bubba, you know.â He hadnât the first clue why those words had jumped out of his mouth. He certainly hadnât intended to say such a thing.
She smiled. âI think Iâd rather call you Sheriff.â She turned and took two steps toward the house before glancing back over her shoulder. âOr René.â She winked before opening the door and sliding inside.
He froze. Her soft chuckle drifted to him on the morning breeze. What was he getting himself into? Lord, give me wisdom here.
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