As I pick up our empty coffee cups and leftover snacks, I look over at the table that Scott was sitting in. He’s gone now, but he made sure to stop at the table and tell me bye before he left. He seems interested in me, but I know that can’t be right. He’s the sheriff. He’s older and handsome. And I’m a plus size college dropout. Yep, I’m not going to get my hopes up about Sheriff Scott Jordan.