Chapter 12

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Wyatt's POV

Out of a dead sleep I hear my phone clamor at me from my bedside table. I glance at the clock beside it the bright lights glaring at me reads 3:05 A.M..

Who in the hell is calling me at this time of night?

The phone keeps going off with its annoying ring remaining unanswered as I wake up. It stops as I go to finally answer it. I let my body flop back on the bed starting to drift off as it starts to ring again. I just want to go back to bed and sleep in with my days off is that too much to ask. Apparently so since my phone is still ringing.

Throwing one arm over my eyes and the other snatches the phone up. "WHAT?" I shout into the phone uncaring about who is on the other end of the line.

"Wyatt? Wyatt is that you?" the Sheriff's Deputy, Bubba, asks in shock.

"Yea its me." I answer in a more sedate tone.

"Never heard you grumpy before." was the deputy's only response.

"You've never woken me up at three in the morning." I huff wanting him to get to the point so I can go back to sleep. "What'da need, Bubba?"

"well there's something going on at the bar. I think it's the new owner from what the caller said about the truck, a red 'n white Bronco? I couldn't really call Devin to handle it 'cause of how well I heard they got along in the past and well there is no tellin' if Sawyer has company if you know what I mean."

Yea I do the biggest playboy this side of the missip. "So you want me to go up to the Bar where either she is emotional or drunk, more than likely both, woman is and handle this all by myself?"

There is silence on the other end of the line for more than a few seconds before he answers somewhat confidently. "Well Yea Why not you've met her and wont spook her as much."

Translation, I can't deal with drunk or emotional women and I don't wanna get hit.

"Yea I'll go and call you with the news but if its not her I'm kicking your ass." I might kick your ass if it is her.

"Sounds good. Bye" he signs off without much else.

A groan slips out as I sit up rubbing rough hands over my stubbled face before getting up and pulling on a random pair of jeans and a shirt, grabbing my keys and wallet while slipping on my boots over my jeans.

This better be her and she better have a good reason for having the Deputy wake me up at this god-awful hour.

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