Chapter 31 Falling Hard

• "They probably want a guy, not a twenty-one-year-old that most would think would rather party than work for a living."
• "I could put in a good word to the sheriff. You know, I hear he has an eye for you." Gerrit smiled wickedly, which made her chuckle, "Sounds like the sheriff might regret it though. I am a pain in the ass and a grade-A klutz. High risk right here."
• "Being a sheriff, he already knows the risk. Part of the job." He held out his hand for her so that he could help her back up. She took a deep breath, then switched the lever up, and the entire barn was lit up. "Good, I didn't fuck it up."