Falling In The Mountains – Greene Mountain Boys Read Online Olivia T. Turner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
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The woman is about to answer, but I bulldozer right through her, unable to stop myself from talking.

“The job doesn’t pay much, but I get to live in a little apartment over the bakery, so that’s good, I guess. I’ve never even left Sacramento without my parents, so I’m freaking out a little. But you have to be bold in life sometimes, right? Sometimes you just have to leap out of your comfort zone and do what scares you.”

She’s looking at me funny as I rub my wrist like a crazy person.

“Well, good luck,” she says as she quickly turns around and puts her headphones on.

“This is going to be fine,” I whisper to myself as we pass another giant mountain. “This is all good.”

The bus arrives and I wander out of the bus station and head into town. It’s… adorable. Freaking adorable. My mouth drops in awe as I walk down one stunning cobblestone street after another.

All of the stores are these cute independent shops with open doors, colorful signs, and tables outside with their wares on them. Old-fashioned light posts line the streets with big pots hanging from them that are overflowing with vibrant flowers. And all around me are these spectacular majestic mountains that jut into the bright blue sky wherever I look.

The air smells incredible. It’s so fresh—like soil and pine.

Everyone looks happy and they’re all taking their time walking down the sidewalks. It’s not like in the Sacramento city center where everyone is always trying to stampede over you in a hurry. People look relaxed here. There’s a zen atmosphere in the air. I already love it.

I’m carrying my two bags and whipping my head from side to side, trying to take in every sight when I come up to the bakery.

The old wooden door is open and the smell of freshly baked bread is inviting me in.

I’m going to get so fat.

I don’t know how I’m supposed to resist that bread when it comes out of the oven. If it tastes nearly as good as it smells, my hips and ass are in big trouble.

I smile when I look up at the wooden sign hanging on a thin chain. Warm Loaf Bakery. This is the place.

I’m nervous, but excited too as I walk in. Trays of freshly baked delights greet my eyes wherever I look. My mouth waters as I walk into the empty store and look around. There are a few round tables along the brick wall and a long counter with a glass display.

I feel a rush of energy as I peek over the counter at the working stations. I can already picture myself back there with an apron on and my hair tied up. I’ll be making delicious treats while chatting up the locals and becoming friends with everyone in town.

They’ll all know my name, and I’ll know their’s, and the boss Trish will wrap her arm around my shoulders after the rush and say, ‘Abby, I don’t know how we did it before we had you!’

It’s going to be great.

Trish comes out of the back with an old paperback romance novel in her hand. She has another one tucked in her apron.

“Abby!” she says with a big smile when she sees me. “You made it!”

“I did!” I say, feeling like my insides are vibrating. “I’m a Greene Mountain woman now!”

“You sure are,” she says as she comes over and takes one of my bags. “Welcome to our adorable little town. You’re going to love it here.”

I’m still buzzing with excitement as she brings me upstairs to show me my new home.

“Our last employee was living up here, but she moved back home to help her sick mom. It’s furnished, but you’re welcome to decorate it however you want. You can also come and go through the backdoor during operating hours when you’re not working. There’s a porch with a staircase.”

The smile widens on my face when I walk into the adorable little apartment. It’s small, but it’s so cozy and it’s all mine. There’s a twin bed along the wall with a nightstand and an old eccentric turquoise lamp that I just adore.

There’s a desk beside the window, a dresser, a TV, and my own bathroom that I don’t have to share with seven messy inconsiderate roommates. It’s perfect.

“What do you think?” Trish asks as she lowers my bag onto the creaky hardwood floors.

“I think I’m in love,” I say as I look out the window in awe. A nice cool breeze is wafting in through the curtains and it’s keeping the whole place nice and crisp despite the summer heat. The view is wonderful. I can see the mountains in the distance and it looks right onto the street. The people-watching from up here is going to be top-notch. I won’t even need the TV hanging on the wall.



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