The remote sanctuary of Savage Mountain was never meant to be a hideaway for damsels in distress.
At least, it wasn't supposed to be.
So when I saw a beautiful bride in a dirty wedding dress drowning her sorrows, I knew better than to get involved.
My mercenary training told me to walk on by.
But I didn't.
I couldn't.
I needed to know how she ended up in a crappy dive bar in the middle of nowhere.
Alone.
And deep into several shots of tequila with mascara stains under her eyes.