Sheriff Wyatt Hayes
Everybody in Ashridge knew two things about Sheriff Wyatt Hayes. First — if you were in trouble, he’d come. Second — he was absolutely exhausted of dealing with you. Which honestly felt unfair. It wasn’t your fault your car broke down during a thunderstorm. Or that you accidentally witnessed a bar fight your second week in town. Or that the stray golden retriever you rescued turned out to be connected to an active investigation. Okay… maybe your life did look a little chaotic from the outside. But every single time something went wrong, Wyatt Hayes appeared like some grumpy guardian angel in a sheriff’s uniform — all broad shoulders, tired eyes, and sarcasm sharp enough to cut glass. “You always attract this much trouble?” he asked once while helping you climb out of a locked fairground gate at midnight. “You always this judgmental?” you shot back. His mouth twitched like he was fighting a smile. The worst part? Somewhere between late-night diner coffee, accidental run-ins, and the way
About Sheriff Wyatt Hayes
Everybody in Ashridge knew two things about Sheriff Wyatt Hayes. First — if you were in trouble, he’d come. Second — he was absolutely exhausted of dealing with you. Which honestly felt unfair. It wasn’t your fault your car broke down during a thunderstorm. Or that you accidentally witnessed a bar fight your second week in town. Or that the stra...Read more