Alanna started to break the s’more in half, like she had the sandwich, but Matthew grabbed her wrist and pulled it toward his mouth. Her body melted into a warm vat of honey when he opened his mouth and took a bite from where she had. When he released her hand so she could take it back, she lost all brain function when the tip of his tongue came out to lick a spot of chocolate from the corner of his mouth.

From the look in his mischievous eyes, Matthew was well aware of what he was doing. How could he not? A man who looked like him would have to be buried under a rock, on planet Neptune, for women not to lust after him.

Not thinking, she finished off her s’more as Matthew placed everything back in the cooler.

“Tomorrow, Silas is going to take a short drive across to West Virginia to buy some more meat to restock our freezer. You want to come with us?” he offered.

“I would love to, but”—Alanna straightened her legs and gave a wave toward the ankle monitor—“as you can see, I can’t go.”

“Don’t worry; I’m sure Silas can convince the sheriff to let you go.”

She gave him a doubtful glance. “I doubt it. The guidelines I have to follow are pretty straight forward. If I take one step off the range I’m limited to, I go back to jail.”

“Do you want to go or not?”

“Yes, I would love to.”

“Then leave it to me and Silas.”

“Okay …” she drawled out. “But if I have to go back to jail, you better bring me a s’more with a nail file in the middle.”

“I won’t have to do that. I’ll just bribe Greer with a sixteen-ounce porterhouse to let you escape.”

Her mouth dropped open, and she smacked her forehead at her stupidity. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

Matthew tapped his fingers on his temple. “When you’re dealing with Greer, you have to think on his wavelength.”

“Food.” She nodded, refraining from hitting herself again.

“Food.” Matthew grinned. “And when that fails, there’s one other thing he can’t resist.”

“Baked potatoes?”

He laughingly shook his head. “Money.”

“Really?”

“Oh yes. Greer loves money as much as he loves food.”

“I still can’t believe he’s married. His wife must be a saint.”

“Holly watches over Greer like a hawk. She’s afraid he’ll get busted for selling his pot around town.”

“Does the sheriff know?”

Matthew gave her a are you kidding look. “Knox is Greer’s best customer. The whole town knows Greer and his brothers grow the best pot in Kentucky. To be truthful, the best in the country.”

“You’re joking?”