Taken By the Bounty Hunter

Jefferson

My best friend tells me I need to let Georgie go, or I’m risking my job. He’s right, but I don’t care. To be fair, it would make more sense for me to focus on catching a dangerous cult leader first, then worry about love. But my need to find Georgie has consumed me, despite everything that’s at stake. And the longer I go without seeing her, the more likely I am to kick down the gates of her captors and snatch her away without a plan. What happens after that, I don’t know. Maybe she’ll want me or maybe she won’t, but at least she’ll be safe.

Georgie

I had no choice but to return to the polygamist cult that I escaped from. I was putting too much at risk for the fledgling group that’s out there helping real victims. Me? I’m no victim. The elders can burn my books, destroy my work, and isolate me from my loved ones. But they can never take away what’s inside of me. Everything I’ve accomplished while working as Goldie’s assistant is stored in my brain forever. Secondly, I experienced the first tingling of true love while I was on the outside. It was only for an achingly brief moment, but Jefferson’s kind eyes and calm reserve settled over me like a warm blanket the instant our eyes locked. I can close my eyes and relive that feeling until I see him again. Thirdly, a dear friend once confided in me a secret that will eventually bring down the church from the inside out. I can’t wait to play my part in it. Hope is a wonderful thing to hold on to. And there’s no hope for the patriarchy.