With a Grain of Salt (Lindell #3) Read Online Marie James

Categories Genre: Alpha Male Tags Authors: Series: Lindell Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
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That's Another Story, the local bookstore, offers a monthly free book program.

Honestly, I don’t know if the owner, Sage Douglas, actually has the program or if she's just telling me that she does so she can give me free books.

The town has been suspiciously very proactive in helping me despite my numerous requests to just let me live my life.

I've won so many contests that I grew suspicious of the odds. Even after not entering raffles and such in town, I still seem to win, but who am I to turn down free monthly groceries and a book for Larkin?

"Book!" Larkin squeals when we manage to get a parking spot right in front of the store.

I loved the charm of Lindell the first day I got here. All the buildings along Main Street are connected, their construction taking place in a time much different from now, but neighbors love each other here. Lindell is always having some sort of event that brings the community out of their homes and into the town square.

I make sure to keep hold of Larkin's hand after pulling her from her car seat when she tries to run for the front door.

I take a moment to crouch down in front of her.

"What are the rules?" I ask, making sure she's looking at me when I know she wants to sprint for the front door.

"Hold your hand," she says, as if she's annoyed that I don't know the rules.

"Don't run unless we're at the park and it's safe to do so," I remind her.

She nods in agreement before tugging me toward the entrance.

"Book, Mommy!"

Since it's close to closing time, it's no surprise that the little bookstore is nearly empty of customers.

"Hey there, sweetheart," Sage says to Larkin when she runs up to the counter.

Larkin takes a few steps back so she can see her. "Book!"

"Larkin," I chastise in a soft voice, giving Sage an apologetic smile. "Sorry."

"Don't be," Sage says with a sweet smile. "I'm always excited for books, too! You're going to love this month's book, Larkin."

I watch as Sage comes out from behind the counter, my throat clogging up the way it does every month when she pulls a book from the shelf rather than from a box like I'd expect if every child in the community was getting one.

I should probably have more pride and avoid this place. The only other option would be to actually buy books here, but when I did that, Sage said I won some contest and was the millionth winner or some nonsense like that. I have no doubt if I tried again, I'd be the winner of something else she stammers through on the spot.

"Mommy, look!"

Larkin turns the book in my direction and before she opens her mouth again, Adalynn, the owner of Fondante's Inferno, the local bakery, walks up with her ever-present smile.

"I love book day," the woman says as she smiles down at my daughter. "What do you have there?"

"Cars!" Larkin says, tapping the front of the book, her little finger on the pink car. "Is it out of gas?"

And there it is, what she was going to say before Adalynn walked up.

"My car is out of gas, too," Larkin says, just the right amount of disappointment in her tone to make both women look in my direction in explanation.

"She has a toy at the house that needs a new battery," I explain.

"We have some batteries," Sage says, hitching her thumb over her shoulder. "Do you know what kind?"

"It's one of those ride-on car things. I have it on order."

I feel Adalynn's stare on the side of my face, so I don't look in her direction.

She's just as guilty as every other person in town, giving me free stuff because she feels sorry for the single-parent widow.

"You bought the one from Kristina, right? The one Justin grew out of?"

I turn my head and give Adalynn the best smile I can manage right now as I dip my head.

"It's on order. What do I owe you for the book?" I ask, directing my attention back to Sage.

"It's the free monthly book," Sage says.

"Thank you," I tell her before scooping Larkin into my arms and heading for the front door.

Swallowing my pride is always a hard thing to do, but the smile on Larkin's face is why I do it so often.

The child doesn't want for anything, but at the same time, she could also have so much more.

My budget is limited, but she's young enough that every toy she gets, no matter if it comes from a thrift shop or garage sale, is new to her. I know that might change once she gets older, but for now, she's all smiles and happiness.

Convincing her to leave the book in the car when we get to her grandparents' house is a different story.


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