Whiskey Chaser (Bootleg Springs, #1)

by Lucy Score

I still had my balls. Johanna hadn’t gotten those in the divorce.

Her frame was so small that it was still a surprise to me. It seemed like such a personality would need a bigger container.

missed my dad. But was I really missing him or the man he should have been? The one we’d see glimpses of over the years. The two-steppin’, bacon-frying, handyman who always had time for a conversation. Where had that man gone? He’d disappeared into a bottle and never came out.

You only get a set number of days, a limited number of sunrises and sunsets. And it’s up to you to make sure you’re taking full advantage of them,” Gran

“Thanks! My mama always used to say there was nothin’ easier than roasting a chicken.” Scarlett’s mama was a liar.

My father had taught me a lot of things. He’d shown me how to use every tool known to man to fix just about every problem created by man. But he’d also taught me that no matter how much I hoped or prayed or tried, I couldn’t control other people. I couldn’t make them make the choices I wanted them to. I couldn’t drag them into health and happiness. It was a painful, essential lesson.

Enough bad memories to be haunted by and enough good ones to make the loss still hurt.

She was my adventure and my safe place. My best friend. And I was going to spend the rest of my life loving the hell out of her.