style="font-size:15px;"> Her cousin looked slightly repentant. “Sawyer really likes Max, Sarah.”
“I assumed he must or he wouldn’t have hired him.” She didn’t like the increasingly dry feeling in her mouth.
“Did you know that Sawyer is thinking about retiring? He and Dad were talking about it the other day.”
For as long as Sarah could remember, her uncle had been sheriff of Weaver. He was as popular as he was effective. “No, but it doesn’t seem unreasonable, given how long he’s served. But what does that have—Oh, no. No.” She shook her head. “If Sawyer thinks Max might be a good replacement, he’s way off base.”
They heard a low, melodious chime and Leandra looked down the staircase. The foyer below was empty, but they could hear peals of female laughter coming from the great room, and footsteps heading toward the front door. “You want to go to Sawyer and tell him just why you feel that way?” She lifted her brows, waiting for a moment. “I didn’t think so.”
“And since Sawyer thinks he can groom Max to be his replacement, he invited them all for Thanksgiving dinner. Just one big happy—” Sarah’s throat tightened “—family.”
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