Lost Creek Hollow i gave her my heart, she gave me a picture of me as an old time sheriff.

Liffey frowned at her mate's reckless dismissal of her concern. Her heart twinged sympathetically when she recognized his discomfort in admitting his slowness, but it wasn't enough to warm her over completely. She quirked a brow at his request for an escort home and pursed her lips.

"Oh heck no," Liffey admonished, unable to completely stifle her own humor, especially after that wink, "You are turning into quite an unruly, disobedient young man and you won't see me rewarding that kind of behavior." She lifted her chin and turned away from him.