Chapter 1

He walked into the liquor store like he had nothing to worry about. As he walked back to the back of the store to buy some beer for him and his best friend, Scott, the clerk was making a phone that was fixing to change his life.

As he approached the register with the money in his hand to pay for the beer, someone walked into the store and stood behind him.

"Are you old enough to buy that son?" he asked him. He turned around to answer the question and was almost brought down to his knees by the beauty of the man who stood before him.

"Of course I am." He pulled his fake ID out of his back pocket and handed it to the deputy. He watched as the deputy, whom he had never met, looked from the ID to him and back

"You know, I may be new to the sheriff's office but I'm not stupid."

"I don't know what you mean deputy."

"Don't try to pull the wool over my eyes son. I'm smart enough to know that you are in no way forty years old." That's when he decided that he needed to find him a new ID man because the deputy was right. There was no way he could pass for forty.

"Okay deputy. You caught me trying to buy some beer for me and my friend illegally. We don't have to make that big a deal about it do we?"

"What do you mean?"

"How about we just let it go and neither one of us has to say anything about this to anyone, especially your boss."

"I don't think so. I'm new and I'm not going to lie to my boss so early on in my career. How about we head on down to the station and talk to the sheriff and see what he wants to do?"

He watched as the deputy pulled out his handcuffs and proceeded to put them on his wrists, walking him out to his patrol car.

"Do we really need the cuffs? It's not like I'm some major criminal planning my escape the second your back is turned."

"I'm not taking any chances." The deputy placed him in the car and then he climbed into the car and started it.

When they arrived at the sheriff's station, the deputy removed him from the car and together they headed into the station

The second they walked into the station, he started looking around the sheriff. When he didn't see him, he suddenly became deliriously happy.

"Stiles, what are you doing here in handcuffs and does your daddy know that you are here?" the secretary asked him.

"No, ma'am, he doesn't know I'm here but I'm sure he will find out soon." Just then the sheriff walked through the door and spotted him.

"What in the hell are you doing here in handcuffs?" he asked Stiles.

"Ask your deputy. He's the one who arrested me." Stiles looked over his shoulder, looking at the gorgeous man standing next to him.

"Deputy Hale, why did you arrest my son?" As soon as the deputy heard the sheriff call Stiles his son, he paled.

"He's your son?" he asked.

"For the last eighteen years. Now, why do you have him in handcuffs?"

"The clerk at the liquor store called and said he had a minor trying to buy booze with a fake ID. I had no idea he was your son. The clerk said nothing and neither did your son."

"Well, since you are the arresting officer, you either have to book him or release him."

"I guess you want me to release him, don't you sir."

"That's up to you. The question I have to ask you is would you let him go if he wasn't my son?"

"No, sir."

"Then book him."

"Dad!" Stiles couldn't believe his dad was telling the deputy to book him.

"Are you sure sir?"

"He broke the law. Maybe if you book him, he'll learn his lesson and won't try this again." He walked back into his office, leaving the deputy alone with Stiles.

"You're not going to book me are you?" Stiles asked.

"You broke the law. If I don't follow the rules with you, what kind of example am I setting for the rest of the town? If I let you go with just a slap on the wrist, then everybody will expect it."

"I promise I won't say a word to anybody. I'll keep this between us." Stiles eased his way over to the older man and placed his left hand on his chest. "I can keep this a secret, can you?"

"Are you hitting on me?" the deputy asked.

"Do you want me to hit on you?" Stiles slid his hand down the man's body, amazed at the feel of his abs through his uniform shirt.

"Stiles, quit molesting my deputy. Hale, either book him or sending him on his way. You have too much work to do to stand here and play with my son."

"That's not what I'm doing sir."

"I don't care. Just get back to work and Stiles, I think you need to leave him alone." Then sheriff walked back into his office.

"Get out of here Stiles. I'm not going to book you this time."

"Thank you." Stiles made his way to the door to leave but turned around before he opened it. "By the way deputy, you might want to keep those handcuffs handy because you just might need them." Stiles winked at him and left the station.