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It was the quiet that really got to him. He would have been able to deal with the loneliness, if only it wasn’t so darned quiet. You could only listen to the same songs on the radio so many times, before even that faded away into nothingness.

He guessed that, in a lot of ways, it was his own fault. He’d picked a little house out in a quiet suburb, where the houses were so far apart that you couldn’t hear your neighbors. He could’ve lived closer to downtown Melsville, the little city between Austin and Houston, where he kept people safe during the day and hunted animals by night.

He’d always been the sort to keep to himself. He had a reputation to uphold, as the sheriff of Melsville, and he didn’t want to make a mistake or speak out of line, in a way that would upset anybody. Gossip traveled fast in Melsville.

His phone rang. He picked it up, more excited than he liked to admit, to hear a human voice. Ironically, it wasn’t a human voice, but rather another werewolf.

“You got time for dinner tonight? I want to talk to you about something,” said his brother – one of the town’s most trusted lawyers – in his usual jovial tone.

The sheriff had nothing but time when he wasn’t working, but he didn’t want his brother to worry about him.

So, he downplayed his eagerness as he said, “Sure, Paul. I think I can squeeze you in. What time? You want to come over here? I have a fresh find, I can grill for us.”

“Fresh find” of course, referred to a deer that the sheriff had slaughtered last night after he’d shifted and gone for his nightly prowl. He’d eaten some of it raw, in his werewolf form, but most of it he’d kept over, in case his brother wanted some.

“Sounds good, Tom,” Paul said. “I’ve got to warn you, though. You may not like what I have to discuss with you.”

The sheriff’s jaw clenched. “What do you mean? Is it something to do with Bill Frye’s case?”

The sheriff and his brother had been trying to get a particularly harsh sentence lifted from a town drunk. Bill Frye wasn’t a bad man; he just needed rehab and psychological help. The judge wasn’t all that forgiving; so Paul and the sheriff were doing their best to convince him to be more lenient than he would’ve liked to be.

“No, nothing’s changed there,” Paul assured him. “It’s about you, Tom, and I know how much you hate talking about yourself.”

The sheriff felt perplexed. “What could you need to talk to me about? Did I do something to offend you?”

Paul laughed at his big brother, though in a kindly way. “Of course not. You’re always courteous, if a bit curt. This isn’t about your behavior. It’s about what’s good for you.”

Suddenly, what Paul was trying to say dawned on the sheriff. He frowned deeply and slumped into his big, plush, living-room chair.

“I’m not getting married, Paul. You know that. I can’t find a mate that this town will… accept.”

There were a lot of things about Texas that the sheriff really loved. He adored the pride the Melsville folk had in their town and community, and he loved the way everyone knew everyone else and was always up for a chat. However, the people of Melsville were not welcoming of what many of them called “alternative lifestyles”. His issue wasn’t a lifestyle choice. It was a big part of who he was; however, if he wanted to continue working and living in Melsville, the sheriff had to hide it.

Besides being a werewolf, he was gay. There was absolutely no way the people of Melsville would accept either of those things, despite his golden record as their chief lawman.

“We talked about this before,” he said to his brother with a sneer. “I’m not getting married. It wouldn’t be worth it. I’d have to hide who I really am from some poor Melsville woman, and if she found out… It’d be catastrophic.”

Paul said, “No, no. I’m not going to speak about that again. You’re right, and I was wrong. Your getting married isn’t the answer. But I know you’re lonely, Tom. Do you know what keeps me from being lonely?”

The sheriff joked, “Poking your nose into my business?”

Paul laughed. “Well, that helps. But besides that, you know what helps me most? What keeps me from feeling all alone in this world? Moira.”

Moira was Paul’s lovely little child. She was a sweet werewolf pup, only six years old, but smart as a whip and full of energy. The sheriff also jumped at the chance to babysit her whenever he could.

The sheriff sighed. “Yeah, way to rub it in. I don’t think having a kid is in my future.”

Paul said, “You would be surprised.”

The sheriff said, “I can’t stand when you’re suspenseful, Paul. Just tell me what you want to talk about. We can discuss it in detail when you come over, but at least give me an idea of what I’m in for.”

Paul explained, “Well, you know that I’ve been looking for a nanny for Moira. I was toying with the idea of getting a supernatural sitter, rather than a human. After all, Moira’s young and it’s harder for her to hide her werewolf tendencies.”

The sheriff looked of out his window. The trees were beautiful and green, but they brought him no joy.

“Alright. So what?” he replied.

“So, I was looking online for a site where I could hire a werewolf sitter. Or, if not a werewolf, then maybe another shifter or supernatural creature that would understand Moira’s special needs,” Paul said.

The sheriff sat up straight. “Paul, you shouldn’t be doing that. You know it’s dangerous. People can track you online. If any supers or bad vampires were trying to track werewolves, they could find you.”

Paul said, “I used a service that blocks those kinds of searches. It should’ve been totally private. But you’re not listening to me, Tom. The point is I didn’t manage to find a nanny: not yet, anyway. What I did find was something that could help you.”

“I didn’t ask for any help,” the sheriff said gruffly.

“I don’t care,” Paul told him. “I’m going to offer it anyway. Because that’s what little brothers do. They annoy you, out of love. Aren’t you curious about what I found?”

Truthfully, the sheriff didn’t care. He just wanted to start grilling the deer. He’d accepted his lot in life a long time ago. But he knew Paul wouldn’t drop it until he got to share whatever was on his mind.

“Fine. What did you find, and how is it going to solve all my problems?”

Paul joked, “Woah, hold on. I didn’t say it would solve all of your problems. That’s a tall order.” He waited, but the sheriff didn’t laugh, so he continued, “I found a website called the Paranormal True mate Dating Agency.”

The sheriff interrupted him, “I’m not dating anybody. I already told you. If I lived with a man, people in town would get suspicious.”

Paul said, “That’s not what I’m talking about. The site has a whole lot of different matches you can ask for. One of which is surrogates.”

The sheriff blinked. The real import of Paul’s recommendation was dawning on him. He asked, “You mean a woman who would carry my child?”

Paul said with satisfaction, “That’s exactly what I mean. You could hire a surrogate. It’s totally above board. Humans do it all the time. This would be someone who knows your special circumstances and the child she would be making. You could have a child, Tom.”

The thought filled the sheriff with… a strange lightness, which he hadn’t felt in a long time. A weight began to lift from off of his shoulders. He said, “I’ll think about it. See you at dinner.”

He hung up the phone. The sun set, but he didn’t notice. He continued sitting in his living room, his thoughts racing.

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