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about what happened in their lives or their ranch, then why couldn’t he?
    He really had no one to explain himself to.
    He did his job well, and if the town didn’t want a bisexual sheriff then fuck them!
    Taking out his cell, Braxton typed a message.
    They’re coming! I warned you…They’re your problem. You fix it. I’m on my way to Celestial. -Braxton.

Chapter 2
     
    The Rainbow Room was buzzing with the craziest people on the planet. There were men walking around in leopard-print loin cloths, women wearing small leaves that barely covered their tits and pussies, and then there were some who just went naked. Some would think this club was nothing more than a brothel of fornication, and Charlotte hated every minute of it.
    The noise was deafening. The men and women were out of this fucking world, and add booze to the mix and, well, anything could happen in this place. She didn’t mind the tips, but she counted down the minutes until her shift was over. All she wanted to do was get the hell out of here and find some peace and quiet.
    As the only waitress in the establishment who refused to adhere to the club’s dress code, Charlotte did as she pleased. She knew it angered Apollo, but since she brought in more drink orders and new customers to the club than any other employee, he left her attire alone. Besides, she knew she didn’t have the body to fill out what little the other women wore.
    So, feeling content and happy in her skinny jeans and white tank, she maneuvered around the throngs of people who clamored for her attention.
    Theme night was always big in the Rainbow Room, and by the full tables, she had to admit Apollo hit it big with Tarzan and Jane night. He even went as far as to hang ivy and ropes around the room, and the little gorilla playing bongos in the corner was a nice effect.
    Four hours into her shift, her feet were killing her. She needed a break. After serving her latest table, she wandered over to the bar and found an empty stool. She didn’t have to ask for anything because before she turned to yell, the club bartender, Cam, handed her a bottled water.
    “You look beat, darling,” the tall Adonis said.
    Charlotte couldn’t get over living in Celestial. Yes, the town was fucked up worse than a whore in church on Sunday after a weekend orgy bender, begging for forgiveness, but the men and women who lived here had to be spawns from some alien planet that only produced the hottest, sexiest people on the planet. Everywhere she looked, models and drop-dead gorgeous men walked the streets of Celestial, and that was just the men. The women were, well, they weren’t her!
    Charlotte knew only standing five foot four and barely weighing a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet, her hopes of walking the catwalk in fashion week was slim to none, but shit, she wished her genetic gene pool would have graced her with a little more height.
    Taking a long swig, she sighed. “My feet are killing me. Think Apollo will bitch if I was to duck out of here early?”
    “Yes,” the bane of her existence growled behind her.
    “Well, if you gave me a fucking raise, maybe I wouldn’t want to leave,” she shot back, smiling at the bartender.
    “And if your ass would actually work, maybe I would give you a raise,” he countered.
    “Oh well. Looks like I’m never getting that raise.” She laughed.
    “All right you two, behave. Apollo, the shipment of alcohol arrived an hour ago,” Cam said, shifting the conversation away from Charlotte and handing Apollo the clipboard with the shipment list attached.
    She smiled sweetly at him and mouthed, “Thanks.”
    She turned and watched as Apollo walked away and saw someone who looked out of place.
    There, standing in the corner of the room, was hands down a fine piece of man candy. Wearing a black Stetson, dark wranglers, a black T-shirt that did all sorts of good things to his chest, and a pair of dark brown boots, was one fine cowboy. His tall, muscular stance spoke