fortune hunter. The woman caught on the surveillance tape stealing the map thatâs supposed to lead to Jess Goldenâs treasure was blond with a ponytail. That could have been her.â
No way would Gavin ever believe that Val could be involved in anything so heinous. âYouâre both on the wrong track.â
âMaybe you should get a handwriting sample from her and see if it matches the note of apology the culprit left,â Jake offered.
Gavin had no intention of doing any such thing. âValâs not the type to shoot anyone over some presumed hidden gold that might or might not really exist.â
âIf you say so.â Logan checked his watch. âAnd unless we have something else to discuss, Iâve got to go. More wedding stuff.â
âSpeaking of the wedding,â Gavin said, âmind if I bring a guest with me?â
Logan hooked a thumb over his shoulder. âI take it you mean Valerie.â
âYeah, if sheâll agree to go.â
âNot a problem,â Logan said.
Jake came to his feet. âGood luck with Valerie, Sheriff. Itâs about time you settled down like the rest of us.â
This time shock kept Gavin from speaking for a moment. âI didnât say anything aboutââ Before he could issue a rebuttal, both Logan and Jake had already tossed a few bills on the table and headed out the door.
Settling down hadnât even entered Gavinâs mind to this point. With the demands of his career, heâd never considered that to be a good idea. But when his gaze came to rest on Valerie Raines as she punched the cash register, wisps of golden hair framing her face, her thin eyebrows drawn down in concentration, looking both serious and sexy, he wondered if maybe that wasnât such a bad idea. After he got this murder investigation out of the way, chances were he could go back to patrolling a normally peaceful county. Maybe it was time to consider the possibilities. Maybe it was time to find out if Valerie just might be the one to consider. Provided she was still speaking to him tonight.
Three
V alerie had barely changed out of her clothes before Gavin was knocking at the bedroom door. Fortunately Manny had taken pity on her and let her leave the diner early, although she wondered if heâd been persuaded by the sheriff. A very persuasive sheriff.
âVal, are you in there?â
âJust a minute,â she called as she pulled the bulky black sweatshirt over her head. When she opened the door, she wasnât quite prepared for the impact of seeing Gavin leaning against the opposite wall, dressed in a white T-shirt covered by a red flannel shirt, his starched jeans replaced by a ragtag pair that had been through the wringer several times.
He straightened and slid his hands into his pockets. âCare to take a little trip with me?â
âThat depends on where weâre going.â Although right now sheâd probably accompany him anywhere heâd like to take her, even though she still wasnât happy about his intrusion. Sheâd told him that again on the way home from the diner, and his response had been no response at all. Heâd just grinned, as he was doing now.
When he pushed off the wall, Valerieâs heart took a little leap into her throat. âI have something I want to show you.â
That sounded very interesting. âWhat would that be?â
âItâs a surprise. You like surprises, donât you, Val?â
Not always. Admittedly this time she was curious. âOkay. You have my attention. Where is this surprise?â
âOutside.â
Valerie barely managed to keep up with his long stride as he walked through the great room and out the front door. He turned to his left and strode past the landscaped hedges and up the paved drive to a freestanding garage. He fished a few keys from his pocket and removed several locks securing a heavy chain wrapped around the