Those cuttings became natural fertilizer, homes for smaller animals, shelter for deer. A lot of old-timers still tap just for family, but there are a few small companies who sell locally. A butcherblock island held two dozen small bags, all with the same printed logo. To make a mathematical estimate on how much board footage is in each tree. And that includes having Lilah by his side. The kid needs a man in his life. It was like watching the last member of a family pass away.
It left him with a strange vulnerable ache. On the other hand, his parents come across as loving, caring people who tried very hard to make things better for their family. Matt assured her that was unlikely but still, she kept a watchful eye out. I can barely program my phone. It was the right way to go, especially after the type of hurt Kayla felt.
The buckets had hit a poured concrete floor with a center drain. Her tongue touched her lip again. But he's got long buried secrets that he can't share--and as he finds himself getting tangled in deeper and deeper with Kayla's life, he lets himself believe that maybe it doesn't matter. He stood with his back to her, head tilted up to view the sunset, his hand tucked into his pocket. She cried out in frustration. Can you give me a few minutes to finish up? I loved all the emotion to Matt.
It took four slow breaths for his vision to clear. Tucked into a corner was a metal bed frame lacking either box spring or mattress. Miles away from even the smallest town, the stars glistened like Broadway and the moon hung like a spotlight. Matt and Kayla are both enjoyable characters, and Inez Kelley writes this dynamic between them very well. Would you like some lemonade, Mr. Kayla takes the initiative and asks Matt out, and I suspect many readers will find her straightforward attitude refreshing just as I did.
The smug look she blazed at him could have singed an ice cube. In addition to her herb business, she dreams of bringing the remnants of the old maple syrup operation on the property back to life. It revolves around a logging manager and the owner of Mountain Speciality Spices in the Appalachian Mountains. She had no discernible accent, no regional food preferences and had lived through Christmases where she swam in the ocean and ones where she played in the snow. Digging deep in to the West Virginia mountains like veins of coal. It was earning a hometown pride, a sense of belonging. Matt shifted, sliding down her body but never lifting his lips from her tummy.
With proper management and cutting, the forests actually get healthier, and profit continues to grow. I felt that the Big Secret First in a new series by Kelley, and one that is close to home for her as it's all about lumberjacks - sorry, foresters and logging specialists - and her home state. He simply let his lips glide over hers until they parted willingly, needily. It scurried away but sat at the woods line and watched. Many places had snow as early as October first and lasting until late May. Matt reached beside the bed, inside a drawer, and brought out a square packet. He's the guy that makes the plan for how to go through and work a p My Review: I loved, loved, loved the set-up for this story.
Matt Shaw, our hero, grew up in West Virginia and one of the defining moments of his life came when his father lost his job and eventually ended up losing the farm which had been in the family for generations. The wind had tossed her hair, and a loose piece fluttered across her brow. She purchases the land that Matt grew up on, and that his family lost to misfortune. I wanted Take Me Home to sparkle just as much. She looked at him as if he were some conservationist knight in recycled armor. On the one hand, I liked the characters and the setting. Her kiss was his for the taking.
He declined to share her wine, ordering a draft beer served in a handled mason jar. He wrapped the tape around another trunk. I loved the story of the tormented Matthew and sweetly vulnerable but no pushover Kayla. The maple syrup could be the difference between keeping the property or not. Her laugh rolled over him like warm water.
She disappeared through a doorway and he trailed behind, absently noting the floor was laminate, not hardwood. There were a couple of things about this story that drew me in. I want to, but Ms. Matthew may have lost the actual land, but he remains connected through his satisfying work, which Kelley does a great job of redeeming by showing how culling and business can make a good marriage for conservation and re-forestation. Her head angled, soaking in his tightly bound control. Too many men would have grabbed her flirtation and run with it. What have you read lately, dear reader, where you acknowledged the flaws, but loved despite? That brief minute was a guilty delay.
Matt was pure little boy under those very manly muscles. He must have been using her to get it back. All in all, this is a sweet story. Their presence is so heartwarming and adorable, that it only adds a charming quality to this fantastic book. Though they do have a subtle dominance in the bedroom. It's hard to discuss the ending and why it didn't work for me without spoiling it, so I'm whiting it out here. Logging manager Matt Shaw is wary when Kayla Edwards, the owner of Mountain Specialty Spices, hires his firm to harvest timber on her Appalachian property.