Indigo Off the Grid
I never thought I’d wake up like this—in the back of a van, in the middle of the desert, wearing an evening gown.
The dress worked at my mom’s cocktail party last night. Then I found out I went viral in a way that could destroy my career as a beauty and lifestyle influencer. Maybe I’m not perfectly beautiful, but one thing I’ve perfected is running away. So I borrowed an ugly green van and did just that.
Until yesterday, my followers thought I was gorgeous, confident, and capable. I wish they’d tell that to the scorpion that got me, or the Superman lookalike, Joe, who rescued me from said scorpion. He gave me a temporary job as a hiking guide, but I should probably tell him I’m about as indoorsy as a girl can get. And I should probably stay away from him and his charming, shirtless self since I can’t hide in this dreamy desert town forever.
But the longer I spend around the sandstone cliffs and Joe’s chocolate eyes, the less I want to go back to my old life. I’m about to learn that there’s more to Indigo Fox than a pretty face and more to life than my follower count.
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