The town had started treating Vivienne like she’d always been there. She now wore boots with dirt on…
The town square was alive. Bunting of red, white, and blue curled around light poles and storefronts. Booths…
The early mountain sun broke over the trees with sharp clarity—no haze, no softness—just crisp beams of light…
The private jet touched down just before sunrise. Tyrone Dominian stepped off the aircraft like a returning king….
The light through the cabin windows was golden and soft, filtering through the trees and spilling across the…