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First published October 20, 2026
“Maybe it’s because I haven’t been with a woman since I returned to Tempest. I’ve been focused on the distillery and reconnecting with my brothers. No time for women. But Delilah’s different from all our small-town girls. From every buckle bunny I’ve slept with on the circuit.”
“I haven’t had sex since I left the circuit. Buckle bunnies don’t hold the same allure they used to in my twenties.”
“River’s a moody son of a bitch, but I know where his mind’s gone.
April.
Always April.
My lovesick brother’s never gotten over the disappearance of his high school sweetheart. One night, after graduation, she was just gone. Tempest police claimed she was a runaway, but River never bought it.
Soon after, River went off the rails. He became a different person. Drugs. Alcohol. Gave up his art. He lost his mind wondering what happened to April.
Years later, desperate, River broke into the police station for April’s file. A scuffle broke out. A cop was shot. Tempest PD claimed River was the shooter. It was bullshit. He never had a gun on him.
He went away for seven years for a crime he didn’t commit. Everyone in town believed he was April’s killer. Even now, three years out, some folks still accuse him of having something to do with her disappearance.”
“River’s been a damn monk since April disappeared.” (It’s been 17 years since she disappeared)
“I stare at the blackbird tattoo on his forearm. He gives himself a tattoo for April every year on her birthday.”
“The gold necklace of April’s he wears wrapped around his wrist glitters in the dim light”
“When April disappeared, there was rumor of a trafficking ring in town. It’s been River’s quest. Find her. Even got himself locked up because of it. Framed.”
“By who?”
“By the cops.”
“What about Ezra? I mean, he has Evangeline. Was he ever—”
“Married?” Hassie’s eyes are hard. Protective. “Thank fuck no.” I listen as she tells me about Ezra’s ex, Shannon. “She fell in with the wrong crowd. In Tempest that’s the easy thing to do. Drugs. Drinking. Then she got pregnant. Ezra loved her, and he did everything he could, but…some people don’t want help.”
“That bitch was fucking high when she went into labor.” Tipping her chin down, Hassie stares at the feather she twirls between her fingers. “I could have killed that woman. Everyone could have. Anyway, a couple of weeks later, Shannon signed over parental rights to Ez and left town.” An exaggerated scoffs pops out of her mouth. “Good fucking riddance.” Hassie nods and looks at me. “Ez never got over that kind of betrayal. It’s why he’s so…buttoned-up, ya know?”
“What just happened?” I demand.
“Kimmy quit.” Warren scrubs a big hand down his sharp, stubbled jaw. His dark brown hair’s in disarray and his crisp white shirt is rolled to the elbows.
“No shit. Why?” At his silence, I rub my temple. “Did you sleep with her?”
He clears his throat. “Not recently.”
“Guilt stains his face. Older than me by one year, Warren prides himself on being responsible and coolheaded, but beautiful women are his one distraction. He uses them to keep the darkness at bay, to keep things light. I chalk it up to him making up for the time he lost in his youth. Instead of chasing his hockey dream, he matured overnight and came back home to chase and take care of our three younger brothers.”
“Crossing his arms, Warren leans back against the bar. Always on edge, on guard when it comes to Hassie Holland. Another responsibility Warren never wanted when he became her guardian at twenty-six—after his best friend, and Hassie’s brother, Rio died. She lived at our ranch for two years until she turned eighteen. She’s like a sister to us.”
“I wish I could get a better read on Wells. He lost Aurora after that fucked-up night at Sweetheart Falls. On the outside, he has it together better than any of us. But it’s the inside we worry about.”