“Seriously?” Jack gave Mason a pointed once-over and raised an eyebrow. Yeah, the sheriff was in good shape, all lean and compact muscle with a sturdy set of shoulders and long legs. Between the two of them, however, Jack was bulkier.
“I’m trained for this kinda thing,” Mason pointed out, which Jack had a hard time arguing with. It was true, after all.
“But if it is somethin’ mean and nasty, you let me do the work. You ain’t trained for the kinda critters we deal with round here.” The taunt didn’t seem to make Mason second guess at all. He pushed his chair back and stood with a grin, mug in his hand and already on the way to the sink.
“I’ll wait for you by the door, okay?” As Mason placed his cup in the sink, upside down Jack noted, the sheriff touched the tips of his fingers to the pea
