Red Light

WOMAN: “I’m just playing with you, sweetie. Just ’cause you’re the big bad sheriff doesn’t mean you got to be soooo uptight.

Salt air. Baked fowl. Coffee.

She let him come to her place again that night, something that had only happened once before. Strictly against policy. But he was different than the rest, different in ways that mattered. In her life she had learned to read men, who were as easy to understand as street signs: Caution, Yield, Stop. But did you ever really know one?