Whiskey Chaser (Bootleg Springs, #1)

by Lucy Score

I watched him walk back down the porch steps—the same steps that I’d bounded down in a bid to run away from home twice in my teens—and fell just a little, tiny bit in love with Devlin McCallister.

“Oh, you must be the lying, cheating, piece of garbage ex-wife. Bless your heart,” Scarlett said, batting her lashes.

“I went home to that sterile condo. I attended half a dozen luncheons and ribbon cuttings and fundraisers. It sucked. You’re the color and music and flavor in my day. And life without you isn’t worth crawling out of bed for. I want you, Scarlett. I love you, and you better get that through your thick Bodine head.”