I shake my head. “We’ll only be staying there for the time being while Kelcie packs everything.”
“Oh.” His eyebrows lift in surprise. “Is she going to sell the place?”
Fuck, he talks a lot.
“Probably. Kelcie mentioned it’s what Jordan wants.”
When I lift a full box, Sheriff Williams comes closer, saying, “I’ll grab the other one.”
“You don’t have to hang around. I’ve got this,” I mention, hoping he’ll take the hint.
“Nah, if I go back to the office, my wife will have me filling out loads of paperwork.” When I give him a confused look, he explains, “Libby is the receptionist at the sheriff’s department. That’s where we met.”
While we load the last of the boxes into my truck, Sheriff Williams glances at the Adamses’ house. “Just as well you’re clearing out today. Colby’s death hit Darlene hard.”
“I can only imagine,” I grumble before walking back into the house to make sure I have everything.
Sheriff Williams follows me through the house, saying, “If Kelcie and Jordan sell their folks’ place, where will she live?”
“With me.” I shut the door to each room as I’m done checking it. “I bought a farm in Stoughton.”
“Oh wow. So it’s the farm life for you? Can’t really see Kelcie fitting in on a farm.”
“It was her idea.” My feet make quick work of the stairs as I head down them.
“Will you be back for the couch and TV?” Sheriff Williams asks.
“No. I’m taking them now.” I unplug the TV, and carrying it outside, I load it onto the passenger seat, making sure it’s secure and won’t topple over during the short drive to Kelcie’s family home.
When I go back for the couch, the sheriff says, “I’ll grab this end. You take the other.”
Appreciating the help, I smile at him. “Thanks.”
It takes some pivoting and nudging, but we get the couch into the truck bed.
“I’ll follow you to the Woodruffs’ place and help you offload.”
Letting out a chuckle, I say, “You must really hate paperwork.”
“You have no idea.” While he watches me lock up the place, he adds, “A word of advice? Never work with your wife.”
I give him a chin lift as I climb into my truck, and while I reverse out of the driveway, I see Mrs. Adams glaring at me through the window.
Kelcie
I’ve decided to live out of boxes because I’m too lazy, but Levi is insisting we unpack everything.
“It will be quick,” Levi says.
My teeth worry nervously at my bottom lip. I have a growing sense of urgency to get out of Verona. There’s been too much death, and I can’t risk running into Colby’s parents. I know what happened yesterday wasn’t my fault, but I feel bad for the Adams family.
“Or we can leave it like this and move to the farmhouse when we get back from visiting Jordan,” I say, giving Levi a hopeful look.
“It will be dusty while we do renovations,” he reminds me.
“The main bedroom is ready. We can keep the door shut.” I move closer. “I want to get out of this town, Levi. Please, can we move to the farm?”
The corner of his mouth lifts, and his features soften. “If that’s what you really want, my muse.”