JAMIE
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A bachelorette party turns south when the police come storming into the very bar I’m celebrating at with my cousin—the bride-to-be.
Being six drinks deep by now, and what you would call a major lightweight, my brain doesn’t seem to want to function the way it should. Instead, it’s decided to fade off as the cops close in.
And next thing I know, I’m waking up in an uncomfortably bright white room located in the town’s hospital.
What am I doing here?
I must’ve blacked out…my head is pounding. And when the doctor informs me of a minor concussion, I know I had a night.
But through all the haze and discomfort, I find clarity in Sheriff Summers—the man I supposedly have to thank for carrying me out of the bar, bringing me here in a matter of minutes.
He must be new in town…I would’ve surely remembered a man like him protecting this place while growing up.
His muscular, six-foot-five frame is causing my heart to thump as he stands inches away, his eyes locked on me. That wavy, dark hair of his twined with salt and pepper streaks—so dreamy.
And I shouldn’t be saying this considering he’s what...fifteen, if not, twenty years older than my shy, never-do-anything self?
What’s happening to me?
It’s as if coming back to my hometown was meant for something more than just a breath of air. There’s something about Sheriff Summers I can’t steer clear from—and I think he feels the same…for me.
By the look in his eyes and the beat in my chest, it all seems as if I was destined…for Daddy.
•••
A bachelorette party turns south when the police come storming into the very bar I’m celebrating at with my cousin—the bride-to-be.
Being six drinks deep by now, and what you would call a major lightweight, my brain doesn’t seem to want to function the way it should. Instead, it’s decided to fade off as the cops close in.
And next thing I know, I’m waking up in an uncomfortably bright white room located in the town’s hospital.
What am I doing here?
I must’ve blacked out…my head is pounding. And when the doctor informs me of a minor concussion, I know I had a night.
But through all the haze and discomfort, I find clarity in Sheriff Summers—the man I supposedly have to thank for carrying me out of the bar, bringing me here in a matter of minutes.
He must be new in town…I would’ve surely remembered a man like him protecting this place while growing up.
His muscular, six-foot-five frame is causing my heart to thump as he stands inches away, his eyes locked on me. That wavy, dark hair of his twined with salt and pepper streaks—so dreamy.
And I shouldn’t be saying this considering he’s what...fifteen, if not, twenty years older than my shy, never-do-anything self?
What’s happening to me?
It’s as if coming back to my hometown was meant for something more than just a breath of air. There’s something about Sheriff Summers I can’t steer clear from—and I think he feels the same…for me.
By the look in his eyes and the beat in my chest, it all seems as if I was destined…for Daddy.