Sandra thanked God for the fact that it was a Tuesday and the Mudcat Tavern was about to close for the night. That meant fewer prospective witnesses to the stupendous freak out that had been simmering inside her since she’d walked into the solarium at The Spring House. But no, she couldn’t think about that. Not yet. As mayor, she had a certain image of control to maintain at all times. Beyond that, she didn’t want the inevitable gossip to get back to her family. If she lost it in public, the entire messy clan would hear about it and be after her for explanations she couldn’t give.
Only one other living soul knew about her history with Trey, and she currently moved with smooth efficiency behind the U-shaped bar, racking glassware and chatting with her regulars. There weren’t many at this h
