Armed and Dangerous (The IMA book 2)

John was twenty-nine, younger than the typewriter she was using to write her memoir, and an aspiring actor. “Aspiring” in this case meant that he wasn't enrolled at a film college, wasn't actively looking for an agent, and didn't have any work lined up. One of the merry-widows looked suspiciously similar to the one which had hugged Christina Parker's lithe, curvy body in that fucking dream. There was a general store, a gas station, a fire station, a police station. The mountains were pretty too, when they finally appeared on the horizon.