Searching for Rescue by Tonya Burrows EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Tonya Burrows
- Language: English
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ZAK HENDRICKS WASN’T drunk enough for this shit.
He glared at his former best friend across the scuffed bar and knocked
back another shot of Jameson. His fourth of the night. At this bar. He washed
it down with a glug from his second beer.
Yeah, still not drunk enough to deal with Sheriff Ash Rawlings’ holierthan-thou attitude.
“Whaddya gonna do, Ashley?” He leaned on Ash’s full first name
because he knew it bugged the guy, then signaled the bartender that he was
ready for another shot. He’d told her to keep them coming until he was
wobbling on his stool. Then maybe he’d be able to sleep tonight. “Arrest me
for having a drink? I’m over a decade past the legal age. And I seem to
remember you used to drink with Donovan and me long before we were
legal. You used to be fun.”
A muscle twitched under Ash’s neatly trimmed beard. He hated being
reminded of his wayward youth, so Zak delighted in mentioning it every
chance he got.
“That was a long time ago, Zak. I grew up.”
“And now you’re the big, bad Sheriff of Lost County. The fun police.”
“What you’ve been doing tonight is nowhere in the neighborhood of fun.
I could arrest you for assault, destruction of private property, disturbing the
peace… take your pick. You’ve had a busy night.” Ash scowled and held up
a hand, stopping the bartender from pouring another shot. “He’s done, Rose.”
“Not if he still has money, Sheriff. He’s single-handedly keeping the
lights on around here.” Rose Galasso put a hand on her slim hip, and her
cropped Mad Dog Pub T-shirt rode up to show a glimpse of a tattoo on her
ribs.
Momentarily distracted from the conversation by the colorful ink, Zak
wondered what the tattoo was and just how much skin it covered…
As fast as the spark of interest flared, it fizzled. Rose was a beautiful
woman with breasts that tested the limits of her shirt, long black hair, and
snapping blue eyes—but he only needed one lover in his life, and her name
was Whiskey.
Who could’ve guessed his sex drive was in the leg he left back in
Afghanistan?
Goddammit, he wanted another shot.
“Rose, my drink?”
Ash turned that sanctimonious glare on her. “Don’t do it. I’ll have your
liquor license stripped for over-serving.”
“Asshole,” Rose muttered, but set the bottle of Jameson down and walked
away.
“This is bullshit. I didn’t start that fight at the brewery.” Zak shoved to
his feet. The room tilted, the floor rolling under him. He stumbled sideways,
and the toe of his fucking prosthetic leg caught on his stool. He crashed into a
nearby table, sending a trio of backpackers scurrying to get out of the way.
Glasses shattered; beer spilled. His head cracked against the floor as he
landed, and his vision dimmed for a second, but he didn’t feel any pain
through the haze of alcohol and rage. The white-hot, all-consuming rage he
couldn’t drink away.
Rage at himself.
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