The Sheriff Of Wickham Falls

Natalia wanted to tell him someone had put a ring on her finger, and if she could turn back the clock she never would’ve accepted it. “Do women who come here always get propositioned?” she asked Seth.

He waited for her to slip into the booth before sitting opposite her. “I’ve never witnessed it before. I’m glad you took it all in stride because they’re really harmless.”

She smiled, and then lowered her eyes. “I wasn’t insulted.” Natalia wanted to tell Seth that she’d found it flattering that men would flirt with her because it had been much too long since she’d thought of herself as pretty. Wearing scrubs and no makeup had become the norm for her rather than the exception. Even when she’d dressed up for Daryl’s firm’s New Year’s Eve party, what she’d felt inside was reflected in her demeanor when she refused to smile and join in the festivities. It was then she realized no amount of makeup or haute couture could mask the instability of a doomed relationship that was evident by her expression, and now knew moving to Wickham Falls was one of the best decisions she had made in her life, thus far.

The people she’d met were friendly, unpretentious and weren’t afraid to speak their minds. She’d experienced countless catcalls from men who felt it was their right to say whatever came to their mind, but something communicated to Natalia that the men in the Wolf Den were different. She was certain if she had revealed she was Seth’s girlfriend, then the flirting would’ve ended immediately.

“Now that they know you’re not my girlfriend, news is going to spread like a wildfire that you’re available,” Seth said in a quiet voice.

Her eyes met his. “Whether I’m dating anyone or not is not a problem for me because I’m not looking to get into a relationship.”

“Is it true you just got rid of a boyfriend?”

She paused for several seconds, and then said, “He wasn’t a boyfriend but a fiancé.”

“What happened to...” Seth’s words trailed off when a middle-aged waitress with fire-engine red hair came over and placed two menus on the table.

“Hey, handsome,” she crooned, winking at Seth. “I missed seeing you last week.”

* * *

Seth smiled at the woman who’d recently switched with her daughter from the lunch to dinner shift. “I took some time off to visit my mother and sisters.”

“By the way how is your mom?” the waitress asked as she set napkins and place settings on the table.

“She’s well, Sharleen. Thanks for asking.”

“Please send her my regards.” She paused. “Where are your manners, Seth? Aren’t you going to introduce me to your lady friend? Or should I’ve said your girlfriend?”

Seth wondered how many more times he and Natalia would have to deny they were romantically linked; since he’d returned to live in Wickham Falls no one had seen him with a woman. “Natalia, this is Sharleen Weaver. Sharleen, Natalia Hawkins,” he said introducing the women and deliberately ignoring the waitress’s reference to Natalia being his girlfriend.

Sharleen rested her hands at her waist. “It’s nice meeting you, Natalia. Will we get to see you again?”

“I’m sure you will,” Natalia replied.

“Is there anything I can bring you good folks to drink before you order?” Sharleen asked.

Seth angled his head and stared at Natalia. “Do you want anything from the bar?”

“No, thank you. I’ll just have water.”

Sharleen nodded. “Seth, should I bring you your usual?”

“Please, Sharleen.” Leaning against the back of the booth, Seth waited until Sharleen left before focusing his attention on Natalia. She’d mentioned a fiancé and he wondered who’d initiated the breakup. “I’m sorry folks think we’re a couple.”

A slight smile played at the corners of her mouth. “It’s not about me as much as it is about you, Seth,” she countered.

“Why would you say that?”

“You claim you don’t have a girlfriend or a wife, so it’s apparent when people see you with a woman they assume she must be special enough for you to be seen in public with her. And it doesn’t bother me what they say or think because we’re neighbors and nothing more.”

Seth knew Natalia was right about them being neighbors. “That’s something we both can agree on.” A beat passed before he asked, “How did you get the name Natalia?”

“My mother taught college-level romance languages and literature, and had decided if she had children they would all have Latin names. I’m Natalia, which means ‘nativity’ because her due date with me was December 25. My sister is Serena, but everyone calls her Rena, and my brother is Justin.”

“Should I assume Justin implies justice?”

“Not so much justice as just or upright.”

Seth rested his forearms on the table. “Were you born on Christmas Day?”

“No,” Natalia said, smiling. “I came two days earlier but still close enough to Christmas for Mom to keep the name.”

“Where are you in the birth order?”

“I’m the middle child. And before you ask, I never went through the middle child syndrome. My parents treated all of us the same. But if you listen to my pompous brother, he’d tell that he’s their favorite because he’s the firstborn and male.”

Nodding slowly, Seth flashed a Cheshire cat grin and winked at Natalia. “I think I like your brother.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re older than your sisters.”

His grin became a wide smile. “Bingo. I was responsible for protecting my sisters and carrying on the Collier name.”

“Do you have a son or sons?”

“No, but—”

“But nothing,” Natalia said, cutting him off. “If you don’t have a son, then you can’t say you’re carrying on the Collier name.”

“That’s not to say it won’t happen one of these days.”

“When you’re fifty?” she teased.

Seth narrowed his eyes. “So the doctor has jokes.”

Natalia’s expression mirrored innocence. “No. Either you’re forty or close to it, and you profess not to be married or have a girlfriend all which translates into either you’re commitment-shy or you plan to become a baby daddy.”

“You’re wrong on both counts. I’m not afraid of committing because I was married once. And I have no intention of ever becoming a baby daddy.” He saw Natalia’s face crumble like an accordion and wondered if she was comparing her failed engagement with his unsuccessful marriage.

“I’m sorry if I prejudged you,” she whispered.

Seth flashed a smile. “There’s no need to apologize. Some things just don’t work out the way we’d like.”

“How true,” Natalia remarked.

“Is he the reason you moved here?” The query was out before Seth could censor himself. He’d just met Natalia and he didn’t want to turn her off by prying into her love life.

She averted her eyes. “He wasn’t the only reason, but I’d rather not talk about that now. I haven’t eaten since this morning, and I’m ready to order everything on the menu.”