Zach was tired, and now he was frustrated as well. It was still early - not even eight o'clock, and he'd skipped dinner. On the way to the Roadhouse, the town's only real tavern, he thought about calling Quinn or Mick to keep him company, then discarded the idea. It was a small town; he was bound to run into someone he knew.
As luck would have it, there was a good-sized crowd that included a handful of his fellow deputies and other county employees. Several voices hailed Zach, and he pulled up a chair, pausing at the bar only long enough to order.
Summer plans seemed to be the topic of discussion, along with who was dating whom. Zach filed away the information and congratulated one of the younger men on his recent engagement. By the time his sandwich arrived, he was talking home renovati
