Virgin River by Robyn CarrMy rating: 3 of 5 stars
3 ⭐⭐⭐ - OK decent reads.
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It had been nine months since her husband, Mark, had stopped off at a convenience store after working a long night shift in the emergency room. He had wanted milk for his cereal. But what he got was three bullets, point-blank to the chest, killing him instantly.
Jack was frowning. “I think what she does to a pair of jeans ought to be against the law.” He looked at Preacher. “You okay here? I’m thinking of having a beer in Clear River.” It was code. There was a woman in Clear River. “I’m okay here,” Preacher said.
As Jack drove the half hour to Clear River, he wasn’t thinking about Charmaine, which gave him a twinge of guilt. Tonight he was thinking about another woman.
They started an affair that had sustained Jack for a couple of years now.
As for Jack—he had a personal ethic about one woman at a time. Sometimes that woman could last a year, sometimes a night—but he didn’t have a collection he roved between.
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