Chapter Four
Wade
“Oh yeah, this oughta be fun,” Jackson muttered under his breath.
Sliding my gaze to his, I fought the urge to grin. I worked with Jackson on Stolen Hearts Emergency Response Team, and we’d just been called out to a rather epic and ridiculous situation.
“You f*****g asshole!” Sarah Lind shouted from below the porch.
Unfortunately for Sarah, the porch in question was built on angled beams jutting out over a cliff. It offered an excellent view of the valley, with a small brook bubbling in the trees nearby.
Lyle Smith shouted back to her. “For f**k’s sake, Sarah! Now really isn’t the time.”
“Oh, I’d say now is the time!” Doreen Smith, Lyle’s wife, called from where she stood nearby, taking turns glaring at Sarah and Lyle.
Glancing to the police officer with us, I ask
