Omar Running for reelection in the small town I’d made my home should have been a slam dunk. I had the support of my staff, the backing of the rest of the town, and a damn good track record. I also had new competition. Not for mayor. That was a lock. No, the competition was for my sanity. By the way of the woman who thought she should be able to do whatever she wanted in town just because she was doing it for the kids. There were still rules. Rules I was going to make sure she followed. Even if it meant I had to check in on her every single step of the way to make sure she was doing as I wanted her to. Which she never was. I wish that was the only thing about her that made my out of my mind crazy. Natalie Ugh. Could the interim Mayor be anymore of a pain in my backside? First, he needs details for all of my plans for the new rec center. Then he wants bi-weekly updates on where things are going. Then approval for the company doing the work for me. He might be the mayor, but he wasn’t in charge of my project. I had half a mind to tell him what he could do with his overbearing, stubborn, demanding… He kissed me. In the middle of a meeting. When I was telling him where to shove his demands. Instead, I ended up shoving my tongue down his throat. Was it wrong to find fighting with him as much fun as making up? Did I care?