He had one suit; a suit that had fitted him well ten years ago. Now, he could not even button the coat and had to shove the trousers way down underneath his belly to button them.
Bobby wished his daddy was around; his daddy was the one knew how to knot a tie.
His daddy would have told him how to handle this mess he was in.
At the Theriot home, Sheriff Bob Chastaine scraped the last of the rice and gravy from his plate. He had tried three times to decline the hospitality, but it was damned hard to say 'no' to not one but two beautiful young women. Besides, the smells were unbelievable.
"Good God would love to just..." he muttered to himself as he watched the brunette sister gathering the plates.
He was facing the front wall, which gave him an unobstructed view of her as she bent over t
