Shadow HIlls: No Valentine

Emmie Devenshaw paced from one corner of her bedroom to the other. The Valentine’s Day dance was coming up and she needed a date, and not just one of the local home grown boys. They were all idiots anyway. Even Luke was the village idiot compared to Tanner. She liked him—a lot. She had been flirting with him at every chance she could get. He hadn’t noticed. She had called him out to her property at least ten times because of her stupid cat that she had conveniently placed up the tree, and he had come. The last time he told her to call the fire department instead of his office. Well, no. He had told her that the first time too, yet she kept calling the sheriff’s office instead. He had started brining cans of tuna with him and that got little Georgina down out the tree. Unfortunately it worked too well because the last time she called, Tanner had sent Luke with a month’s supply of tuna.

There was no way she could call for the same problem this time. So, it was time to pull out the big guns. She adjusted her D-cup boobs in the C-cup bra she had bought. Flesh spilled out just enough over the top of the cup to be enticing. She had a low cut sweater to put on too. Of course it was freezing outside and she would have to put on a coat or she would look like she was trying too hard, but she was sure this sweater with this bra was going to be the magic combination to get him to ask her to the Valentine’s Dance.

That new girl, Anya McLane, had nothing on her. She was going to go and strut her stuff right in front of her and show her just why she didn’t have a chance with Sheriff Tanner. He was hers. She had already claimed him…