"My apologies, Sheriff! It won't happen again, Ma'am!" he squeaked out, before jogging backward and rushing to his patrol car.
David watched the cruiser speed away, then turned to his wife, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Well," David chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist. "That was much faster than calling a lawyer."
Elena sighed, the hard edge of the Sheriff melting away into the warm smile of a wife. "Next time, just let me handle the HOA, honey. Now, come inside. Your coffee is getting cold."