Falling For The Deputy
The top of his head was about to blow.His mother had just called him—for the third time this morning—to ask if the reporter from the Western Carolina Sun had arrived in Applegate yet.
No.
Thank God.
Undeterred by his increasingly testy responses, Lily had insisted Mack bring the man or woman to supper at the farmhouse one night this week. For a nice down-home mix of business and pleasure, she'd said. That wasn't going to happen. People, his mother chief among them, thought because Mack had joined AA and was back on the force, he was ready to rejoin the human race.
He wasn't.
He still struggled to stay sober. Doing his job helped. Period.
To that end, Mack pulled his sheriff's department cruiser to the side of the road behind a battered Yugo. He cast a glance over the wreck of a car. Primer paint in several hues covered all but one fender. The driver's-s ... read full excerpt from Falling for the Deputy ebook
