We are driving back to the city. Eddy is a chatterbox and very funny, he is telling us about how being sheriff in this town is and what cases he solves. It's a peaceful town.
" And all the singles came to the town hall," he laughs and so do I. He is telling us about the time his mother held auditions for a wife, saying he's been unmarried too long.
" How old are you?" I ask.
" I'm twenty-nine," he answers. Twenty-nine and unmarried, no wonder he's driving all the single ladies crazy, to top it off, he is good-looking.
Eddy is a handsome man with dark skin, a chiseled face that goes well with his short black hair, and an athletic body.
" So your mother is freaking out because you are unmarried?" I ask. He nods.
" She wants a grandchild," he shrugs his shoulders. I smile.
" A child br
