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“Damn.”
Looking at the clock on my wall, I grinned.
Sweet! It was nine in the morning.
Liquor store was open.
Yay me!
Getting to my feet, I grabbed my keys and purse, threw on my favorite pair of fuzzy rabbit house slippers because fuzzy rabbit slippers made everything better, and headed out to the nearest liquor store.
Thank God it wasn’t far.
It was literally right down the street from where I lived.
I guess that was one good thing about not living in some big city. Nope, Rosewood, Virginia, was relatively small by most standards. The quintessential cookie-cutter town that just happened to be the perfect vacation getaway in the Shenandoah Valley. My town had everything for any season. Right now, the ski slopes were hopping with the super-rich as they spent their hard-earned money like it was going out of style.
Walking out into the cool morning air, I shivered.
God, I missed summer.
Looking across the street, I noticed the Rosewood Fire Department and a few of the firefighters out doing whatever it was they did, and suddenly realized why I got my house so damn cheap. Because nobody wanted to be woken up at three in the morning by those damn big ass fire trucks. Not that they ever bothered me because I generally slept at the hospital because I was on call. But I had to admit the eye-candy sure made up for any inconvenience.
Damn, the Rosewood firefighters were smokin’ hot.
I needed to concentrate.
Shaking my head, I headed to the store.
After quickly buying what I needed, I took my time walking back, enjoying the quietness of the early morning. Soon, spring would be right around the corner and the town of Rosewood would gear up for another year of spring festivals and fairs.
I loved everything about my town.
The people were friendly, the shops were local, and the vibe was homey.
It was perfect.
Oh sure, there was the occasional busybody, family feud, lots of community get-togethers, which to this day I’ve never had the time to take part in.
Why you ask? Because my ass was always at the hospital!
I’ve lived in Rosewood my whole life and never wanted to live anywhere else. After graduating from medical school, I applied to Rosewood Memorial and never looked back. Hell, I even took over the small general practice clinic because the old doctor retired, refusing to spend another winter in the Shenandoah Valley. I had friends I saw regularly, my brother lived close by, and I had a job I loved.
Crap.
Past tense.
Had a job I loved.
And just like that, my wallow was back.
“What the hell am I going to do now?” I asked myself when a small cry stopped me in my tracks.
I wasn’t that drunk.
I mean, I was technically still drunk from last night, but my buzz was fading fast.
Hearing the little cry again, I followed it, not knowing that cry was about to change my life.
