September Doves (Jackals and Vipers Duet #1)

by Emmerson Hoyt

there is something about being physically near someone but unable to connect that is more isolating than actually being alone.

“So, you’ve lied to the sheriff, you partied with the townies, and now you’re at my bar? You trying to make a life here, Tiger? Or just trying to weasel your way into mine?”