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Mountain Man’s Secret Crush – Junie & Brooks’s story https://mybook.to/QtWbnC
Brooks
I have a crush.
That’s something I never thought I would admit. At thirty-three, I should be married with a bunch of kids running around. But I haven’t found the one I want to spend the rest of my life with until I met Junie, the new curvy baker in town.
Luckily, my six-year-old niece loves Junie’s Unicorn sugar cookies. It’s the perfect reason to visit Junie’s bakery every day. If only I had the courage to ask Junie out. The town’s summer celebration is just around the corner. I’d give anything to enjoy the special day with Junie.
Junie
I have a crush on the quiet mountain man who brings his niece to my bakery nearly every day. He still stops by if she’s not with him and picks up her favorite treat.
I’m a people person—I love talking, but I haven’t been able to get the shy mountain man to reply with more than a few words ora couple of grunts. But, oh, those grunts—I‘d love to hear those sounds when we are alone.
I plan to take matters into my own hands and invite him to the town’s annual summer celebration on a date until fate steps in to remind me why I'm not meant for romantic relationships.
Mountain Man’s Secret Crush
Chapter One
Junie
“Hurry up.” I plead with the lemon cookies to take their own sweet time to bake in the bakery’s new confectionery oven. The oven was the first major purchase my sisters and I made when we took over ownership of the town bakery last month.
The salesperson at the appliance store highlighted the oven’s speed and even cooking features, but right now, I’m starting to think the oven is more of a lemon than the cookies it’s baking.
I glance at the clock on the wall above the oven as the minute hand moves closer to my favorite time of day when Brooks walks into my store, his silent yet strong presence filling the space. He stops by the bakery every day—sometimes alone, sometimes with his niece Molly.
Molly is six years old and filled with piss and vinegar, just like I was at that age. She has all three of her uncles wrapped around her little finger. Especially Brooks, considering he picks up her favorite unicorn sugar cookie every day like clockwork.
Speaking of clockwork, he's about to arrive any minute, and these cookies are far from baked. I need to finish decorating them for the quilting club.
Decorating the square lemon cookies with quilting block designs is challenging, especially keeping the lines straight. I prefer more whimsical decorations, like the unicorn cookies.
The unicorn-decorated sugar cookies are our best sellers among young girls. I make sure to save at least two for Brooks and Molly in a special box. It might sound pathetic, but the highlight of my day is when I hand Brooks the small pink box tied with a white sparkly ribbon, and our fingers touch.
It doesn’t help that my heart melts every time I see the small, delicate box in his big, strong hands. It makes me wonder how those hands would feel on my body.
“Earth to Junie. Come in, Junie.”
I jump at the sound of my sister Icelyn's voice. She’s the most unfortunate of the three of us with her name.
