Finding You: A small-town brother’s best friend romance (Chikalu Falls Book 1)

“It’s a damn shame he never got to see you in these.” Honey was upside down on the bed, her head hanging off the side and holding the strappy black thong like a slingshot.

Pressing my lips in a thin line, I snatched the lingerie I’d purchased from the Blush Boutique out of her hand and stuffed it into a drawer. “Knock it off.”

Her hearty laughter did little to wash away my sour mood. It had been nearly a month since I left Chikalu Falls. Autumn had settled into the West, bringing cool breezes and crisp nights, but no sign of Lincoln. A small ember of hope that he’d come to his senses and see how good we were together still burned inside of me. But I couldn’t wait for him. Sitting around the cottage was too painful so I had packed my belongings and returned to Honey’s apartment in Butte. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Invigorated by newly found determination, I scoured the local public lands, finding new and interesting places to bring clients. Before leaving town, I had reached out to the Chikalu Women’s Club about setting up a fishing program for veterans. Nature had healing qualities, I knew it from experience, and I wanted to help in any way I could. I met with similar small-town groups, brainstorming how to form an outreach program. The buzz about the program reached clear across the county, and I had four meetings set up to discuss how to get supplies, pair the veterans with a guide, and create groups for the men and women to socialize over the water.

It was different than what I had imagined but was quickly becoming so much more than I could have dreamed. Honey made a few phone calls, and before I knew it, a launch event was being planned. My phone was blowing up with several calls a day from people who had heard about the newly formed program and either wanted to sign up or volunteer to guide.

I called it Project Eir to honor the Valkyrie goddess of healing. Eir was a badass warrior and so was I, but I would be lying if I didn’t say it also made me think of Lincoln and the time we shared. The sharpness in my chest was still there every time I thought about him.