I repeat the words after her, and when Pastor Andy tells me to kiss her, I don't hesitate. I wrap my arms around her, kissing her tight, hard, deep.
Surely, I could keep on going but my family starts hooting and hollering and hell, I think those are mostly my Rowdy cousins, and I laugh.
I lift her up in my arms and spin her around in a circle. “I love you,” I tell her. “I'll love you forever.”
“That's a deal, right?” she asks.
I nod. “That's a deal, Prairie Rough.”
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Lemon Finds Love in Rough Waters
Everyone thinks I’m sour but really, I’m just lonely.
I’m twenty-four years old and have never been in love.
How could I? I’m Lemon Rough -- a girl with five protective brothers who don’t believe any man in this town is good enough for me.
For my birthday I’ve requested one thing -- alone time. I packed my car with books and wine for a solo trip at the family cabin on Stout Lake.
When I arrive I find we have a new neighbor. A shirtless, muscular, and ridiculously handsome neighbor.
Hey, maybe this will be the best birthday ever.
Except before Anchor and I can skip straight to blowing out the candles, my brothers crash the party.
My family is everything to me, but they are seriously getting in the way.
And the neighbor I’m falling for? I’m scared he’ll be swimming to shore because my family is nothing but rough water.
Coming Home to the Mountain is a new filthy-sweet, high heat series by Frankie Love featuring rugged mountain men who fall hard, fast and forever. And with the women they love at their side, they choose to put family first.
In this series, Dad shows up, sisters remember to call, big brothers always look out for you, and Mom knows to keep an extra seat at the table for Sunday dinner. Not every family is perfect -- and the Rough family has its own set of problems -- but at the end of the day, they know what matters: Coming Home.
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Chapter 1
Lemon
I take the final bend of Tender Trail toward my house, crossing the street, with sweat running down my back, before stopping on my front porch and trying to catch my breath.
Looking at my wrist watch I see I made good time for my six mile run. But now I’m exhausted.
Of course, I'm not exhausted in the way IwishI were worn out. But since I don't have a sexual partner to get me all worked up in the way I want to be undone, I have to take matters into my own hands.
Lately, I've been exercising.
I smile as Mary, the owner of the neighboring Bed and Breakfast waves hello. “You've been working out every time I see you, Lemon,” she says with a smile.
“Yeah,” I say, wiping my brow, “got to get in those steps.” I laugh tightly.If she only knew.I'm working out because a girl can only use a vibrator so many times a day before it becomes obscene.
With that in mind, I step into my house, lock the door behind me, and walk straight to the shower, needing a quick rinse before I head to family dinner tonight.
God knows I'm sweaty as all get out after that run.