Since she had a job handed to her on a silver platter, she would stay until she found the man who’d abducted her when she was seventeen. This was the opportunity she’d been both anticipating and dreading. Somewhere between her karaoke rendition of “Who Let the Dogs Out?”-which bordered on genius-and her fifth shot of tequila, she and Jose had figured that out the night before as well. After almost fifteen years, she was home. The vibrant hues reflected off the fat flakes drifting down and powdering the landscape. Orange Crush and cotton candy collided and dovetailed, making the sky look like a watercolor that had been left out in the rain. Thick clouds soaked up the vibrant colors of daybreak and splashed them across the heavens like a manic artist who’d scored a new bottle of Adderall. Still, snow or no snow, nothing could stop the brilliance that awaited her along the horizon. Snowstorms weren’t uncommon in New Mexico, especially in the more mountainous regions, but Sun had been hoping for, well, sun her first day on the job. The snow had stopped last night, but it had restarted with the first rays of dawn. She eyed the cup suspiciously and took another sip before looking out the kitchen window toward the trees in the distance.

Beaten and buried them in the dirt of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains.Įither Jose Cuervo had lied to her last night and given her a false sense of security, or her morning cup of joe was affecting her more than she thought possible. her last hurrah before the town became her responsibility-she thought she’d conquered her fears. Was she having second thoughts? Now? After all the hubbub and hoopla of winning an election she hadn’t even entered?īut after her night of debauchery-a.k.a. The town that held more secrets than a politician’s wife.

Sunshine Vicram pushed down the dread and sticky knot of angst in her chest and wondered, yet again, if she were ready to be sheriff of a town even the locals called the Psych Ward.

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