Soul Searching: A Sweetwater Peak Novel

by Lyla Sage

“Takes one to know one, Brady.” Collins looked up at me. “But it sounds like we could both use a little soul searching.”

“Hey,” I called to Collins. “Need a ride?” “Depends,” she said. “Are you clothed?” I gave her an annoyed look. “You can see me.” “Not all of you,” she said as she stepped closer to the truck. “You could be Winnie-the-Pooh-ing it in there.”

“I would rather dig a five-by-five hole to build character than lock this goddamn door,” I said. “Is that a Holes reference?” “Nothing gets past you,”

Everything felt bigger and more substantial with her around—like my world was dialed up to eleven.

“Let’s hope that our lunches survived.” “If they didn’t, I hope you won’t judge me for crying.” I shrugged. “I like to see a grown man cry every once in a while. It’s good for the soul.”