Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
And I’m not one to let one little issue, make that one big freaking issue, stand in my way. Surely, Silver Spoon Falls is big enough for both of us. Plus, the tour will be done by then, so I doubt I’ll see Justice very much, which means there’s almost no chance I’ll even run into Owen Wild again.
CHAPTER FIVE
owen
After waking up to find an empty hotel room, I searched the hotel and even went back to the bar to see if anyone had any idea of my spitfire’s real identity, but no one had ever heard of a woman name Radley. Fuck me.
I want to kick my own ass for failing to find out her goddamn last name. I did an internet search, hoping the unusual name would trigger something, but came up empty-handed.
During the car ride back to Silver Spoon Falls, I managed to convince my brain that the effect she had on me was my imagination, but my heart isn’t quite convinced.
Over the next two weeks, I push memories of my night with Radley to the back of my mind during the day, but she somehow manages to fill my dreams every goddamn night.
Every day, I get a little more pissed off at the world over the loss of my fucking soulmate. Even my cheery personal assistant is starting to avoid me like the goddamn plague.
This morning, I finally threw my hands up in defeat and messaged Giant Carmichael, who owns the best security firm in Texas, and asked him for a favor. Since he’s a member of the Silver Spoon Falls MC, I figured I’d see if he can help me find Radley.
Shortly after I opened the brewery, I held a private party for the entire motorcycle club and their families. Ninety-nine-point-nine percent of the club members are billionaires who practically run this small town, so I figured the free event would earn me good guy points I could use in the future.
I’m still waiting for a return message from Giant when Calista, my assistant, comes breezing in the door holding two cups of coffee and gives me a big smile. “Good morning.”
“Uh-huh,” I mumble and reach for the steaming cup of coffee she hands me. “Thank you.”
“It’s actually a bribe.” She bites her bottom lip and grimaces.
“A bribe?”
“I was wondering if I could get off a little early today?”
“Of course.” She’s the best goddamn assistant I’ve ever had, and she’s more than earned an extra few hours off. “Just let me know when you’re heading out.”
“Thank you.”
I’m heading to my office to start on paperwork when I get a message from Giant.
Giant
I’ll stop by to talk to you when I get a free minute.
Me
Thanks
The rest of the afternoon passes in a blur as I sit at my desk, staring at last month’s sales reports. Before I know it, Calista strolls in my office. “I’m getting ready to head out.”
“Thanks for letting me know. How’s everything going out there?” I motion toward the packed brewery. Ever since we opened, we’ve been jam-packed from early afternoon until we close at night.
“So far, so good.” My assistant smiles at me. “George has everything under control.” A month after we opened, I had to hire a new general manager and two assistant managers to keep up with everything. George Laker, my new GM, has taken a load off of my shoulders.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. We had a large order come in from your hometown. I didn’t recognize the buyer, so I thought you might want to check it out.”
“Email me the order info and I’ll look into it.”
“I already sent it.” Calista gives me a little wave and heads out the door.
I search through my emails and see the order from a name I don’t recognize. I’m about to call one of my brothers to see if they know why the town is suddenly ordering a shitload of my apple cider when I get a text from Asher, my brother who’s two years younger than me, explaining that the town is holding a memorial to our parents on the twentieth anniversary of their deaths.
Well, that explains a lot. And it also means I’m going to have to make plans to return home while filling the largest order of apple cider my brewery has ever gotten.
When my parents died in a car accident twenty years ago, I was a carefree twenty-four-year-old. Then things changed overnight. I went from completely unencumbered to trying to raise five younger brothers.
I did my best to fill in for my deceased parents, but I always felt like I was swimming against the current. Once my youngest brother turned eighteen, I hung up my replacement parent hat and took off to find myself.
Since I’d managed to earn a business degree before my parents died, I got a job as an investment banker on Wall Street. It didn’t take long for claustrophobia to set in as I started to miss the freedom of working on our family peach farm.