Breakfast at the Honey Creek Café by Jodi Thomas

Breakfast at the Honey Creek Café

Breakfast at the Honey Creek Café by Jodi Thomas
English | 2020 | Romance | ePUB | 3.6 MB

On the rolling hills that border the Brazos River lies Honey Creek, Texas-a small town where family bonds and legends run deep, and friendship and love are always close to hand . . .

Piper Kate McKenzie, mayor of Honey Creek, won’t let a major scandal rip her quirky hometown apart, or jeopardize her dream of one day running for higher office. So she calls for reinforcements to find the source of corruption in the sheriff’s office-two men recommended by her Texas Ranger brothers . . .

At seventeen, Sam Cassidy left home, heeding the call to be a preacher. Later he found another mission: serving his country. After his one love died, he lost both his faith and his fight. Drifting from one assignment to another, he’s come to Honey Creek intending to earn his pay check and move on.

As a Dallas cop, Coby Riddell has grown skeptical and wary. People have a bad habit of disappointing each other, but the job never lets him down. This job in particular-his first undercover-is too intriguing to pass up.

Piper, who’s been wondering if Honey Creek might be the only real love of her life, suddenly finds herself drawn to two very different men. And if she can keep her town-and her heart-from going completely off the rails, there may be a sweet, unexpected future in store .

Samuel Randall Cassidy pulled his dusty blue Audi into the rest stop parking lot forty miles from Honey Creek, Texas. It was time to clean up and step into the parallel life he might have lived if he’d turned down another road after college. He laughed softly to himself and wondered if the Devil was joining him in the joke of thinking Sam had finally gone mad. Five years of seminary school, then ten years in the army flying, and another five as a firefighter in the Rocky Mountains. He’d been called a student, a captain, and a smoke jumper, but now he was stepping into a new identity . . . a preacher. He’d spent almost half his life shifting, just being one of many. Moving among the crowds, never standing out, and now he was headed toward a little town where everyone would be inspecting his every word and action. At thirty-eight, he knew it was impossible to rewind his life and go back to a simpler time. If he could truly look into his childhood, he might discover that it wasn’t as peaceful as he remembered. But he had to try. His life, his sanity depended on it. He’d been invisible so long he’d lost himself. It was time to go back to his roots and see what might have been. He’d passed through this part of Texas several times as a kid. His father had even preached a revival a few times in the small town he was headed for. As he walked across the deserted parking lot, a gray cloud floated over the pale sunrise. Humidity peppered with dust, he thought. The kind of dawn no one would want as the backdrop for a selfie. Not that he had anyone to send a picture to. He used his phone mostly for directions and weather reports. Today, though, there were no directions helping him travel down the path he hadn’t taken that fall after school. Sam had been born in Texas, spent most of his youth here moving from school to school, following his dad’s work. But Texas wasn’t home. Nowhere had ever been. Even the small farm his parents went to between jobs wasn’t home. It was just a little house his mother had inherited because no other relative wanted it. When Sam inherited the place, he’d sold it to fund his last year of school and a trip to Europe after graduation. Sam lifted his old suitcase shoulder high to stretch his muscles, then walked into the public restroom designed to look like one in a turn-of-the-century train station—lean, steel and porcelain, empty. The place was about as welcoming as disinfectant. A line of stalls. A line of sinks. A line of tall windows. He pulled off his T-shirt and hung it on a stall door, then opened his shaving kit and began removing his short beard. After that, he changed into a funeral black suit that matched his hair, pulling the price tags off as he went. He felt as if he were traveling backward through the layers of his life. He couldn’t tell whether he was running toward or away from his destiny.

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