The town was busy, though it was Sunday night. Families were still out and about, some getting ice cream, others having a meal or heading to the theater or hanging out in groups. Though there was a mixture of tourists, there were enough locals who would recognize us in a heartbeat.
I tugged on Rafe’s hand. He wouldn’t budge. “You don’t have to do it like this, you know. There are other ways.”
“I think this will do it, don’t you?” he said, keeping my hand tightly in his grasp as we strode through town.
Of course, we encountered people we knew, every last one of whom stared openly at the sight of their sheriff holding hands with another man.
He greeted the townsfolk, as did I. Everyone had dazed looks on their faces as we passed by, but a few wore smiles and seemed to be thinking, “Ah, n
