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)
After ten years of trying to keep up with the nine-to-five rat race, I decided to make a change but didn’t even know where to start. Until I visited Silver Spoon Falls, the wealthy small Texas town. I fell in love with the gorgeous town and welcoming residents and decided to upend my life and move here to open a microbrewery.
The Wild Peach became an instant success after my secret recipe for Apple Cider won the top place in the U.S. Open Cider Championship.
“Hey, boss.” Jaden, my newest bartender sticks his head in my office door. “There’s someone out here to see you.”
“I’ll be right there.” I close up my computer and follow him out.
As I round the corner, I notice Giant Carmichael leaning against the far end of the bar. I walk up to hold out my hand to him. “Thanks for coming.”
“You said you need something researched urgently?” He stares down at me with a raised eyebrow. Standing this close to him, I realize he really is one giant bastard. I’m six-foot-three and I still have to look up to meet his eyes.
“Can we discuss this in my office?”
When he nods his head yes, I lead him through the crowded brewery. “Would you like something to drink?” I ask as I close my office door behind us.
“Hell yes, I want some of that hard apple cider everyone in town is oohing and ahhing over,” he tells me as he attempts to fold his seven-foot frame into one of my office chairs.
“Coming right up.” I message the bar and ask for two hard ciders.
“Before I forget.” Giant smirks at me. “Why the fuck did a man from Peach Springs, Georgia, who was raised on a peach farm decide to make apple cider?”
“I just wanted to be different.” I give him the stock answer I’ve been giving since I created my Wild Peach Hard Apple Cider, but the truth is, I fucking hate peaches with a passion.
There’s a knock on the door, and Alice, one of my full-time waitresses, comes in with our drinks. “Thank you,” I tell her after she places the two icy mugs on the side table.
Once she steps out, Giant takes a sip from the frosty mug and sits back. “Why don’t you explain what you need me to do?”
“I met a woman and didn’t get her last name before we went our separate ways. I wanted to see if there’s any way to find her. All I know is that her first name is Radley and she was in Houston two weeks ago for a meeting that didn’t go well.” I wince as the words leave my mouth. God, I sound like a desperate asshole.
Giant stares at me silently for a while, and I suddenly feel like a bug under a fucking microscope. “Went your separate ways.” He sits forward and braces his elbows on his knees. “I take it this separation wasn’t your idea?”
Fuck me with a wooden stick. I’m going to have to bare my soul to the big asshole so he doesn’t think I’m some goddamn stalker. “I’m not trying to stalk someone,” I start off by insisting. “I met her at a bar in Houston. We spent the night together, and she snuck out before I woke up.”
I mentally wince. I’m not sure the truth sounds much fucking better.
“Sounds like your bedroom game might need a little practice.” I lift my middle finger to show him what I think of his observation.
“My bedroom game is just fine,” I growl at the smirking fucker. “I don’t know what made her cut and run, but I plan to figure it out and fix whatever scared her off.”
“Sounds like you have quite a challenge ahead of you.” No shit, Sherlock. “Before we go any further, I need to know if you’ve been drinking the town water.” Goddamn. Motherfucker. Not this fucking superstition again. Ever since I moved to Silver Spoon Falls, I’ve been hearing about this bullshit. The residents all believe the water in town has magical abilities that lead to the crazy number of love-at-first-sight connections happening in town.
“Yes, I drink the fucking water. No, I don’t believe all that fairytale shit.”
“Well, you should believe it since you have me looking for a goddamn needle in a haystack. Do you have any idea how hard it’s going to be to find a woman with just her first fucking name?”
“I’ll make a deal with you. You find Radley and I’ll sing the Silver Spoon Falls water praises from the top of my lungs.”
“Email me everything you know about her. I want approximate age, a complete physical description, and everything she told you about her life.” He downs the rest of his cider and stands up. “That shit is good. Throw in monthly cases of your apple cider and I’ll do what I can to find your girl.”