My father is the sheriff who has spent eleven years hating the Iron Wolves, and he has never once told me why.
Then the curfew came, and the pharmacies emptied, and the only man in this county authorized to bring medicine to my clinic at midnight rides a motorcycle with a wolf on his back.
He is not supposed to stay. He stays anyway.
Four minutes becomes forty. A counter becomes a concrete step in an alley. And somewhere between the terrible coffee and the eleven stars over that alley, I stop being the sheriff's careful daughter.
There is a fire lookout on the north ridge with the padlock cut off it. There is a storm coming.
And there is a folder in my father's desk with a date on it that neither of these men will say out loud.
What happens when I finally ask?
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Then the curfew came, and the pharmacies emptied, and the only man in this county authorized to bring medicine to my clinic at midnight rides a motorcycle with a wolf on his back.
He is not supposed to stay. He stays anyway.
Four minutes becomes forty. A counter becomes a concrete step in an alley. And somewhere between the terrible coffee and the eleven stars over that alley, I stop being the sheriff's careful daughter.
There is a fire lookout on the north ridge with the padlock cut off it. There is a storm coming.
And there is a folder in my father's desk with a date on it that neither of these men will say out loud.
What happens when I finally ask?
Genre: Romantic Suspense