Dangerous Season
Driving down the two-lane highway into Winfield, Sheriff Keir Harding yawned in the bright early-morning light. Friday was the first day of the Memorial Day weekend and the kickoff of the summer tourist season. Each challenging summer Winfield's population swelled at least ten times. And this was his first summer as sheriff. That must explain why he'd awakened this morning both tired and keyed up—as if toeing the starting line at a race, yet groggy. Coffee, I just need coffee to wake up.
At this thought, the attractive image of a tall, slender blonde pouring fragrant coffee into a mug came to mind. But fortunately, a familiar red-and-white sign, shaped like a lighthouse, caught his eye. The unique sign marked Ollie's, the local gas station convenience store. Now it almost flagged him down like a NASCAR pit crew. That's right. I need gas, too. And I really don't need her fancy coffee.
"Yes, but her fancy coffee is so good," a persuasive voice whispered inside him.
Resolutely, he pulled into Ollie's and up to a gas pump. The place looked deserted. Many tourists were still sleeping in after the long Thursday-night drive or flight ... read full excerpt from: Dangerous Season ebook
