Chapter 31

“Go back to sleep,” he muttered.

The pounding kept going.

“Okay, okay,” I grumbled. “I’m coming. Keep your pants on.”

I got up, slipped into my underwear and jeans, then walked slowly to the door.

The sheriff looked me up and down, then grinned.

“Max doesn’t feel like getting up this morning?” he asked, strolling past me and going to the kitchen. “How come you don’t have coffee made yet?”

As he walked by me, I murmured, “Good morning to you too. Would you like to make yourself some coffee, darling?”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Lloyd answered, then turned and yelled down the hallway, “Greene, get your butt out here. We need to talk.”

He turned back to the coffeemaker and shook his head.