Their Love Nest (The Men of Evergreen Mountain #2) Read Online Frankie Love

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors: Series: The Men of Evergreen Mountain Series by Frankie Love
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
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“I’m not talking about marriage right now, even. Yeah, it’s a bit too soon. We don’t have to start naming our kids and planning for retirement together. Not yet.”

“Yeah, well, the path we’re going down leads to that, and sometimes you just want to nip it in the bud instead of letting stuff get to the point where it's too late to stop.”

We pull into the cabin's driveway, and he leaves the car in a huff.

I seethe. How childish is this man? Just assuming we’re going to get married and have kids, and live happily ever after?

Never mind that it's exactly what I want. Forget that this fantasy has already played out in my head countless times in the past week. Fantasies, though, are just that, and I know it takes time to realize if someone is really right for you.

I still think Bear is right for me. But everyone has their flaws and their rough edges—and Bear's? They are that he’s a shortsighted, stubborn man who is so worried about the consequences that he won’t take a chance on happiness.

I watch him as he heads inside. I wish I could convince him of what I feel, but I know that sometimes these realizations are something you have to figure out for yourself. Deep down, I hope he knows I still care. That I won’t hold his anguish against him.

That he'll come around.

I walk heavily toward the cabin, and my phone starts to vibrate. It’s a call from the city.

“Hello?” I answer.

“Am I speaking to Miss Charlene Hill?”

“That’s me, yes.”

“This is Frederique Tomas with the High Street Boutique. I apologize for the long wait, but it took me some time to sort through the applications, but I’ve decided that I’m very interested in yours.”

My eyes shoot wide open. “Huh? Oh, hi. That’s great.”

“I’d like to call you in for a follow-up interview to see if you’re truly cut for the High Street Boutique family. We could use someone with sewing talents to patch up problems in a pinch, and that someone sounds like you.” He spoke in a very haughty accent, one that is very much trying to be French, but I’m kind of doubting he’s ever been on that side of the Atlantic.

“Oh sure. When and where do you want me?”

He begins to share the information I need, and I hurriedly jot it down on a napkin I had in my pocket, leaning over Bear’s truck’s hood.

“I hope to see you there, Miss. Hill,” he says.

Holy shit, I got the follow-up call to the job I really wanted. I’m in disbelief.

My eyes float back to the Love Nest.

The job that would have me working in Smithsport. Far away from here.

I shudder, now feeling very stressed out. What do I do?

I have to tell Bear. I head into the cabin and look to find him. He’s on his laptop, doing some business of his own. “Bear?”

“What is it, Char?” His tone is neutral, and he’s trying very hard to keep it that way.

“I got a job offer. One of the places I applied to finally got back to me. And it’s the place I wanted to hear from, the most.”

“Where’s that?”

“A seamstress at a high-end downtown clothing store.” I build myself up and sigh. “I’d be going back to the city if I took this job.”

“That’s... that’s great, Char. I’m happy for you.”

He’s not happy for me. Or, well, he is; he just doesn’t want me to go. I try to be more direct. “Would you be sad if I went back to the city after we just met?”

“You can’t make decisions based on if it makes me sad or not, Char. I want you to succeed and make your own happiness.”

My fists ball in anger. So dense. So pigheaded. I want to make my happiness with him, but...

I have to be an adult, I realize. I can’t jump headfirst into a relationship with a man who maybe won’t get over his own fear of commitment.

No matter how much I want him. No matter how much I’m sure he wants me.

There’s too much on the line, and I can’t be a leech on Bear all this time, nor Hunter and Savvy.

I have to at least do the follow-up interview. It’s only common sense.

And yet I never expected common sense to hurt so much.

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“Hmm, yes, everything seems to be perfect. Yes, the job is yours if you want it.”

Frederique Tomas is about what I expect from the manager of a high-end boutique. A pencil-thin mustache, highly fashionable clothes, and looking like he got his hair done this morning.

Not really what I look for in a guy.

“Really?” I say, my eyes wide. “Just like that?”

“As the owner and proprietor, I can hire whom I want.”

“Wow, that’s great...”

“When would you like to start?”

I hesitate. It’d been two days since I got the call. It’s been chilly with Bear all this time. He’s been miserable; I’ve been miserable, both of us denying ourselves joy because we think it’s best for the two of us.


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