"Freeze!" Sheriff Joseph
Nash shouted. He could see a man leaning over a prone body on the floor of
the small country market he had been called to. He pointed the gun at the
man and repeated his command. "Freeze! Sheriff! Don't move a muscle."
Much to his astonishment,
the man continued to do… something… over the body beneath him. Joe couldn't
figure out what. All he knew was that he had gotten a call that there had
been a hold up at Garner's Country Market, with shots fired.
"I said freeze! Do you
want to get shot?"
Joe couldn't say who was
more surprised, him… that he was now looking at sexiest moss green eyes he
had ever seen in his life. Or the beautiful honey blond haired man… at the
gun pointed in his direction.
The man blinked at the
gun a couple of times before raising his striking green eyes to Joe's. Much
to Joe's surprise, he motioned with his hand for Joe to come closer then
turned back to the bleeding man on the floor and continued working him.
Joe took a couple more
cautious steps into the room to get a better look at the man on the floor.
Damn! It was old man Garner himself. He was covered in blood. Hearing the
sudden steps of his deputies coming through the door, Joe put his gun back
in its holster and knelt next to Garner.
"What happened? Did you
see who did this?" He looked down at the injured man. "Is he going to make
it?" He noticed several things at once. The man had rubber gloves covering
his hands and his clothes were splattered with blood.
The man across from him
looked up from what he was doing, exasperation written all over his face as
he applied pressure to the gunshot wound in old man Garner's chest. As he
did, the sound of the ambulance pulling up could be heard. The man looked up
as the paramedics wheeled the gurney in.
He quickly scooted out of
the way as the paramedics lifted Garner onto the gurney and wheeled him out
of the building and into the ambulance. The man looked down at the blood on
his glove-covered hands, seeming appalled by what he saw. He looked up at
Joe questioningly.
"Guess you'd like to wash
up a bit, huh?" When the young man nodded, Joe led the man to the back of
the store and the restroom. He waited outside while the man cleaned up,
wondering who in the hell he was and what he knew about the hold up and
shooting.
Five minutes later the
door opened and the man, a bit cleaner, walked out. He took a deep breath
when he saw Joe leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. He finally
nodded his head as he came to stand in front of Joe.
"I have some questions
for you."
The beautiful man nodded,
his head bent down.
"Would you like some
water first? I imagine you could use it considering…" He gestured around the
store with his hand. Again the man nodded.
"I think we can come up
with something," Joe replied as he waved for the man to proceed him. He
turned and followed the man through doorway and back into the main room of
the store. Reaching into a small-refrigerated cabinet, he pulled out bottled
water and handed it to him.
Joe watched as he opened
it and took a long swig, the sight of his adam's apple moving in his throat
making him squirm a bit. Joe took in the younger man's good looks. He had a
long sleek neck that just begged to be nibbled on. He stood several inches
shorter than Joe's six foot three, maybe five foot seven or so and one
hundred and fifty pounds. But he carried it very well.
His body was compact but
well defined with rippling muscles and strong sleek bodylines. He had light
honey blond hair that curled in waves down to his shoulders. But it was his
beautiful moss green eyes that mesmerized Joe. He could stare into those
eyes for hours.
It was hard for him to
concentrate on the job he was here to do when faced with such a perfect
example of masculine beauty. He knew he could spend hours just looking at
the little man in front of him. Unfortunately, work took precedence.
"So, want to tell me who
you are and what you're doing here?" Joe finally asked as the man screwed
the cap back onto the bottle water. The young man just shrugged his
shoulders.
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