His Curvy Distraction

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.