3
Adele
I pull up at the Grille and angle my rearview mirror to put some lipgloss on. Rafe Lightfoot may get under my skin with his drill sergeant confidence and manner, but I’ve caught him looking me up and down on the nights my girl squad goes out with his crew. I’ve checked his tight ass out plenty of times. There’s a little sizzle between us on the rare occasions our eyes meet. We can’t stand each other, but we have chemistry. And I guess if I’m sinking low enough to ask him for a job, I might as well use the only weapon I have left.
I jump out of my old pickup and rearrange my scarf against the cold wind blowing down from Taos Mountain. Inside the Grille, a twenty-something blonde with that hippie-granola-Taos look calls out, “Welcome, I’ll be right with you,” as she buzzes into th
