Drive Me Wild (Bellamy Creek #2) Read online Melanie Harlow

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Funny, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Bellamy Creek Series by Melanie Harlow
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
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But in the back of my mind, I kept thinking about the encouragement Griffin had given me, and it warmed my heart every time.

Darlene was right—Griffin would have made an excellent husband and dad. Oh sure, that temper would get the better of him when his sixteen-year-old daughter broke curfew or his seventeen-year-old son tried refusing to stack the tires, but at heart he was kind and patient. He was generous. He didn’t like relying on other people, but he knew how to put them first.

Why was he so determined to be alone?

The question grabbed ahold of me and refused to let go.

Around quarter to seven, Cheyenne texted that she’d pulled up in front. Grabbing my bag, I called au revoir to Bisou and hurried out to meet her.

“Hi,” I said breathlessly after jumping into her car. “Thanks so much for picking me up.”

“No problem!” She gave me a grin. “I figured you wouldn’t want to spend two hours at the field watching a bunch of old men play catch and thump their chests.”

I laughed. “I appreciate it. I love your hair, by the way. It’s so cute.”

“Thanks. I was in desperate need of a trim. And you gotta love a good blowout.”

“I hear you. In my old life, I used to get my hair blown out like twice a week.” I shook my head. “Now it seems like such an extravagance.”

“Wow. Twice a week?”

“Yeah.” I was kind of embarrassed to admit it now. “Wish I could get that money back.”

“So you’re saving to open a bakery?”

“Eventually. That’s my ultimate goal.”

“And my mom said you’re moving up near Cloverleigh Farms? That is, if she can’t convince you that the entire Leelenau Peninsula is plagued by murder hornets, hurricanes, and malaria—and oh, it’s going to sink into Lake Michigan any day now. Don’t you think you’d be better off right here in Bellamy Creek? Married to her son and giving her grandchildren?”

I laughed. “I think that’s what she has in mind, yes.”

Cheyenne sighed as she turned into the Bellamy Creek High School parking lot. “I love her to death and she’s my mom, but she can drive a person plumb crazy. Just ignore her.”

“It’s okay. She makes me laugh, and she’s been really kind to me. Your whole family has. The whole town has, actually. I can’t tell you how many people came in to introduce themselves today.”

Cheyenne pulled into an empty spot. “Bellamy Creek is a friendly town, but you’ve also sparked a lot of curiosity. We’re used to the same people in the same places, or tourists coming through. We’re not used to beautiful, mysterious women in wedding dresses who charm one of the town’s most stubborn bachelors and bake like dear, departed Betty Frankel.”

“God, that dress.” I laughed ruefully as I unbuckled my seatbelt. “I thought it would bring me good luck in my new life. So far it’s been nothing but disaster!”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” Cheyenne said as we walked toward the field. “I mean, things could have been worse, right? You could have blown that tire on the highway outside town.”

“True.”

“What were you doing in Bellamy Creek, anyway, if you were trying to get to Cloverleigh Farms?”

“I saw the billboard on the highway about the best apple pie in the Midwest since 1957,” I told her, shaking my head. “Of course, now I know that pie doesn’t exist anymore, but that’s what made me turn off the road and come here.”

“So it was fate!”

I laughed as we climbed the bleachers. “You sound like your mom. It was more my sweet tooth—I love me some apple pie. I’m not even sure I believe in fate.”

“Why not?” she asked as we found seats about four rows up. The stands were surprisingly crowded—with families, couples, groups of friends. Attending old man baseball games was obviously a popular thing to do on a summer night around here.

“I like to believe we have the power to make our own destiny,” I said, tucking my dress under my thighs so it didn’t blow up in the breeze. “Otherwise, we’re just at the mercy of the stars, right? Everything decided for us? That’s no fun.”

“I guess. Oh, by the way, I was going to tell you that I know someone at Cloverleigh Farms.”

“You do?”

“Yes. Frannie Sawyer—although she got married recently, so her last name is MacAllister now—but anyway, she’s my age and I met her when I was student teaching in Traverse City a few years ago. Her family owns Cloverleigh Farms, and she owns a coffee shop downtown. Maybe she’s hiring or something? I’d be glad to pass along her contact info.”

I grabbed her arm. “Are you serious? I’d love that! Thank you so much!”

“Sure. Just don’t tell my mother I helped you leave town. She’ll disown me.”

Laughing, I drew an X on my chest with a fingertip. “Cross my heart.”



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