Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Grams only lasted three days before she started fussing about missing home. Typical. The woman is more attached to our ranch than most people are to their firstborn. When Cole and I take her to the airport in Houston, she jokes about having to fly commercial this time. “We’ll be home in two weeks,” I tell her as she checks in her luggage.
“Enjoy your vacation,” Grams tells me. “You deserve the time off. And the new ranch foreman Hudson hired will keep things running until you get back.” I hug Grams tight, pretending my eyes aren’t getting watery in the middle of the Houston airport. She’s a tough old bird, but I know she hates leaving me behind in Texas, even if it’s only for a couple of weeks.
Cole stands to the side, his muscular arms folded across his broad chest, the sleeves of his crisp button-down straining slightly against his biceps. "Call us if you need anything," he tells Grams, his deep Texas drawl softening with genuine concern.
"Don't worry about me," she insists, the corners of her weathered eyes crinkling as she turns to wink at me. Her silver hair catches the fluorescent airport lighting, making her look almost angelic despite the mischievous glint in her eye. "Just keep my girl out of trouble."
Cole's full lips curve into a wicked grin that sends a flutter through my stomach, his dimple appearing on his right cheek as he leans closer to my grandmother. "No promises, Grams," he drawls, his voice dropping to a honeyed rumble that makes my cheeks flush hot. “She’s a handful.”
The next morning, I’m getting ready for the day ahead when my husband sticks his head in the door.
“You ready?” He grins.
“Define ready.” I laugh and wrap my arms around his waist.
Cole grins down at me, all cocky confidence and Texas swagger. “It’s time to introduce you to the best damn donuts in the state, Mrs. Carrington.” He sweeps me into his arms and spins me around like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
“You realize it’s barely sunrise, right?” I grumble, but honestly? I’ve never been so happy to get out of bed this early.
He just smirks, tugging me close. “We have to get there before they sell out. Trust me.” His lips find the top of my head, and just like that, my heart does its signature somersault.
I give up and let him lead me outside. The early morning air is thick with the scent of dew and distant wildflowers, and the only sound is the crunch of our boots on the gravel. Cole helps me up into his monster truck, then rushes around to hop in the driver’s seat.
He reaches across the console to tangle his fingers with mine.
I stare out the window as we drive past the Carrington estate—white fences, sweeping lawns, a barn that looks like it could house a minor league baseball team. Once we hit the main road, it’s pure small-town Texas. Cows, fields, and the occasional lonely gas station. Cole points out every random sight.
“That’s the Silver Spoon MC clubhouse.” He points at the large iron gates guarding a stunning fortress.
“That’s a motorcycle club compound? It looks more like some billionaire’s estate.”
Cole laughs, all cocky and pleased with himself. “That’s because most of the members are billionaires. One is even a real-life prince. They do more business deals than bike rallies.” Holy shit. I can’t believe this town.
I stare out at the manicured hedges and the gleaming metal roof. Even the damn mailbox is fancy. Only in Silver Spoon Falls.
Cole keeps up a running commentary as we hit the town limits. The main street is a perfectly curated blend of small-town charm and old-money luxury. Every shop has a fresh coat of paint and a clever name. There’s a bakery with a chandelier in the window and a feed store that looks like it belongs on the cover of a magazine.
He pulls up in front of The Golden Mug, a ranch-style building with massive wood beams and a wraparound porch. My mouth starts watering before we even get out of the truck—the air is thick with the smell of cinnamon, sugar, and pure fried heaven. My stomach actually growls loud enough for Cole to hear it.
He grins at me, hopping out and hustling around to open my door before I can even get my seatbelt off. “You’re in for a religious experience, Montana.”
I roll my eyes, but honestly? I’m drooling. The second I step onto the porch, the smell hits in full force, and I actually go up on my toes trying to inhale more. “Holy shit, what is that?”
Cole laughs, low and wicked, then leans in close. “Best donuts in Texas. Maybe the universe.” He tugs my hand and leads me inside.
The Golden Mug is packed, even at this ungodly hour. While we wait in line, several people come by and say hello to Cole. I still get a thrill when he introduces me as his wife.