Sutton
The feelings of rage quickly transformed in lust and passion. I was still angry as fuck with Mark, but my body was clamoring to be closer to him. His hands caged me in against the door as we both fought for dominance of the kiss.
CHAPTER 25SuttonSome of my earliest memories were of Mad Max coming to our little trailer and playing with me when my mama was sick. I don’t remember what ailed her specifically. But I do remember her laying in her bed and staring at the wall—often for days at a time.
CHAPTER 26MarkI could hardly believe that we were flying on my private jet—correction, our private jet—headed back to hillbilly hell. I was feeling ten kinds of shit about what had happened in my office with Sutton after that douche canoe Gabriel showed up.
CHAPTER 27SuttonIt’s funny how different Otterville Falls appeared to me as we rolled into town.True to form, Mark had rented a large black SUV that looked like it cost more tha
CHAPTER 28SuttonSitting around my old kitchen table, I watched as Candice kept giving serious glances towards Knox. The part of me that wasn’t hung up on Max’s odd behavior was very much aware of my friend’s attraction to the sheriff.
CHAPTER 29Mark“We are buying a new bed for this place tomorrow,” I grumbled into Sutton’s hair as we both tried to keep from falling into the pit in the middle.
“Um, hello?”Candice had awakened to the sound of Sutton’s cell phone blaring from the kitchen. In truth, she hardly closed her eyes. And it wasn’t because of the ancient bed or the fact that she could vaguely hear moans and groans coming from Sutton’s closed door.Candice was happy for Sutton. If anyone deserved someone tall, dark, and handsome to sweep them off their feet, it was Sutton. Besides, it was beyond a
CHAPTER 31Sutton“We had a call about three this morning that came through dispatch about a disturbance at Abberly’s. By the time Brown and I arrived on the scene, all was quiet. The back door wasn’t locked and didn’t show signs of forced entry. We found him in his office slumped over his desk, three shots to the chest.”
CHAPTER 32MarkThere were certain things I understood in life. For example, the stock market. As fickle as any mistress, there was a certain ebb and flow that followed an almost cadence-type rhythm. Sure, there were huge losses and triumphant gains, but in between it all there was the sense of adventure.