On the Rocks

This was art.

This was Noah, the painter, his hands the brushes, me the canvas.

This was me, the muse, feeling every breath of his like the fire that fueled my existence.

Tennessee whiskey was a part of me. It was in my blood. I was born and raised on it, and at twenty-eight, it was no surprise to me that I was now part of the team that bred and raised the most famous Tennessee whiskey in the world.

It was always in the cards for me. And it was all I ever wanted.

At least, that’s what I thought.

Until the day Ruby Grace came back into town.