Savage Sons MC Books 1-5
I could sit out, drink my bourbon and watch the sunset.
After spreading the blanket on the dry ground, I sat down and kicked out my legs. My beat-up cowboy boots, an impulse buy, kicked up little plumes of dust as I settled myself on my makeshift seat. Cradling the bottle of booze to my chest, I let my head fall back, the sun warming my face.
No, this wouldn’t be too bad.
Provided I got into town the next day, everything would be fine.
Yep, absolutely fine.
Tipping the bottle to my lips, I took a deep pull. The amber liquid burnt a fiery trail down my throat, warming me from the inside.