Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Landry came up and offered me a high-five. “You did it,” he said.
“I really did it. I can’t believe it.”
It had been five weeks. A normal person would plan a big move for a whole hell of a lot longer than five weeks. But because I was crazy, and because Landry was a superhero who had hired movers to help out me and Mom, we’d been able to do it in five weeks.
I was really here, ready to start my new job the next morning.
“You know what time it is, my love,” Landry said, coming up and ruffling my hair, pressing a kiss to the side of my face.
“Time for me to take a shower.”
He laughed. “Okay. Yes. Time to shower, but then time to get our asses to Jade Brewery.”
I leaned back, breathing in deeply. “God, you have no idea how good that sounds right now. A beer and a plate of French fries could make me see heaven right now.”
“Let’s do it.”
Half an hour later we were on the road, heading up further into the mountains.
This time of the year, it was nothing like I’d ever seen before: green, green, and more green, as far as the eye could see. Summer here was the polar opposite of what December had been like. Birds flitted between every tree as we rounded the mountain roads, and wildflowers in every color sprang out from every inch of the land.
I had a beer waiting for me at Jade Brewery.
A job waiting for me at an amazing restaurant tomorrow morning.
And my love beside me, the wind blowing in his hair from the open window.
What more could I have ever asked for?
“One of my favorite things about you being here now is that we can come here,” Landry said as we got out of the car and headed toward the brewery in the breeze. “It’s one of my favorite places now. The Fixer Brothers offices are right across the street, and everyone hangs out here.”
“I came here when I visited a couple of years ago, and I fell in love instantly,” I told him.
We walked up to the big front doors and swung them open, the smell of beer hitting the air.
And then I heard a sound that made me jump a little.
As soon as we stepped in, a roar of cheers and applause erupted out, and for a moment I felt like I was dreaming.
“Surprise!”
First, I saw Chase, straight across the inside of the brewery by the long bar.
And as I looked around I realized we were surrounded by familiar faces and new ones, everyone looking at me and Landry and cheering. The inside seating areas had multicolored balloons all over the ceiling, and a sign that said Welcome to Colorado, Jamie was hung above the bar.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” Chase said, running over and tackling me in a hug.
“Holy shit,” I said. “Is this for me?”
“Of course it’s for you!”
I was still frozen in place as I looked all around. The brewery already felt like a homey, cabin-like place, and seeing it like this—with so many people who were here for me—took it to a level I never could have expected.
I felt my throat get a little tighter before I even realized I was about to cry.
“Welcome, love,” Landry said, leaning in and kissing me.
“You were part of setting this up?” I asked him, wiping away the stray tear that had fallen down my cheek. “Oh my God. No one’s ever done anything like this for me.”
I pulled in a breath as the music got louder in the bar and people started to mingle around. Multiple members of the Fixer Brothers’ construction and TV crew came up to introduce themselves to me, each one of them seeming more welcoming than the last.
It wasn’t an understatement when I’d said nothing like this had ever happened to me. Most years I didn’t even celebrate my birthday, let alone getting to have a huge celebration just because I’d moved to Colorado.
I felt like I was someone else entirely. Someone I never dreamed I could be.
“So, Jamie, I hear you can cook a mean chocolate cake,” Kace Tomlin said to me. Kace was Nathan’s partner and was a world-famous pro quarterback, and he was just here, in front of me.
“I can say that I don’t suck at baking cake,” I admitted.
“Good enough for me,” Kace said, giving me a pat on the back. “Then you’re invited to my cookout next weekend. Be there! That means you, too, Landry.”
“Hey, where’s my cookout invite?” Storm Rosling called out from the next group over. He was also a pro football player on the Denver Ferals, and dating Landry’s best friend Emmett.
Kace waved a hand through the air. “Storm, you know you’re always invited. I’ll be mad if I don’t see you there, too.”