Chasing Home (Cherry Peak Book 3)

by Hannah Cowan

Will there ever come a time where I don’t skip breakfast and then complain an hour into my shift about how hungry I am? Probably not.

“I’m all ears, my love. How is an old woman supposed to stay entertained during a haircut if there’s no gossip?”

the type of muggy that makes the air stick to your skin like a tight, uncomfortable knitted shirt from your grandma that you’re too nice to tell her you hate.

I feel like this got too personal😂😂

As if my boys would ever consider sending me to a home. If anyone is going to go to a home, it’ll be Wade for how often he gives me sass for my farmers’ market hauls.” “Alright, well, that sounds fair, at least. Does he know that he’s tempting his fate when he does that?” “Of course he does. Stubborn man thinks he can spend damn near a half million at an auction, but when I come home with three bags of jam, that’s a problem?”

Eliza is the best character in this series

I should have been paying closer attention to my surroundings, but when Aurora stepped onto the porch this afternoon with an old brown Stetson on her head . . . it was a miracle I didn’t do something worse than smack face first into the stable wall.

Here we are being reminded that he is truly just a boy

Yet when he won, he didn’t take his prize.” “What did he want?” Poppy asks. I ignore the sparks of nerves in my belly. “A kiss.” Anna squeals and then slams a hand to her mouth as Bryce relaxes her features and leans back in her chair, laughing to herself. “That’s fucking adorable,” Poppy says,

Girlhood

“Don’t be jealous, you hag.

“Don’t call me what everyone else does. I’m not everyone else to you anymore.”

Clearly, I don’t smell as bad as I did when I was a teen when they started this little tradition of theirs.” I shrug as much as I can with him still splayed over my back. “Maybe you do.” “Oh, is that so? Do I need to ask you to check for me? It isn’t polite to shove a woman’s face in your armpit, but I’ll do it, darlin’. Don’t antagonize me,”

This is SOOOOO 22 year old boy

“Read that letter, Riley. Read it and fucking weep.”

I’m pretty sure I could sit with her in silence for the rest of my life if given the opportunity.

“So she gets to take videos of them doing those stretches on the ice for a living?” Rory asks. I lean my elbow on the table and gape at her. “Is that what you’ve been doing once I fall asleep at night? Watching those videos?” She shrugs. “No. I watch them while you’re awake.”

“Aurora! Good morning.” “It’s Rory to everyone but Johnny,” Wade corrects her gruffly.

Wade, the man that you are

If you need Eliza or myself, just shout. I’ll be wranglin’ that man of yours back into shape before he runs over my cattle with a fuckin’ tractor.” “Thank you,” I blurt, a lump building in my throat. “Don’t thank me. I take care of my family” is all he says before leaving.

“You’re an eavesdropper, Wade,” I note. “Eh, they were chattin’ in my house. It’s my right to listen.