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Chapters (39)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for Alexa Martin
  3. Titles by Alexa Martin
  4. Dedication
  5. CHAPTER 1
  6. CHAPTER 2
  7. CHAPTER 3
  8. CHAPTER 4
  9. CHAPTER 5
  10. CHAPTER 6
  11. CHAPTER 7
  12. CHAPTER 8
  13. CHAPTER 9
  14. CHAPTER 10
  15. CHAPTER 11
  16. CHAPTER 12
  17. CHAPTER 13
  18. CHAPTER 14
  19. CHAPTER 15
  20. CHAPTER 16
  21. CHAPTER 17
  22. CHAPTER 18
  23. CHAPTER 19
  24. CHAPTER 20
  25. CHAPTER 21
  26. CHAPTER 22
  27. CHAPTER 23
  28. CHAPTER 24
  29. CHAPTER 25
  30. CHAPTER 26
  31. EPILOGUE
  32. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  33. Readers Guide
  34. Discussion Questions
  35. Excerpt from MOM JEANS AND OTHER MISTAKES
  36. PROLOGUE
  37. CHAPTER 1
  38. About the Author
  39. What’s next onyour reading list?

Before the miners came to Ouray and the government did their typical government thing, this land belonged to the Ute people. Up until they were removed from their land, the Ute people considered the hot springs to be sacred and healing. In fact, they would refer to them as “Miracle Waters”; some tribes would travel days to visit them.

I don’t know if there’s any truth to it, but as we sit at dinner now—my fingers still pruney from how long we soaked in them—I feel better than I have in months. Maybe even years.

“See, this is what I call balance.” I lift up the icy mug filled to the brim with a beer made in-house and tap it against Jasper’s. “You can explore nature and the food. It doesn’t have to be one or the other.”

And thank goodness, too, because I love the outdoors, but I also really love to eat. And drink. Eating and drinking while outside is basically my euphoria.

“This might be the best beer I’ve ever had.” His tongue darts out of his mouth and he licks the foam off his lip. “Actually, this might be the best vacation I’ve ever had.”

“It has been pretty good so far, hasn’t it?” I follow his lead, taking a deep sip of the amber liquid. I never thought of myself as a beer fan before, but maybe I’d only had the crap stuff, because this is delicious. “Hopefully tomorrow will be just as good.”

Tomorrow will be a little more low-key, breakfast in our cabin and hopefully a little morning delight before we come into town. Much like Salida, Ouray has worked hard to preserve the Victorian buildings coloring this town. We’re going to do some shopping, look at some art, eat—of course—and what I’m most excited about is bringing him to a local bookshop here.

I’m more shocked than anybody that Jasper’s plan actually worked. I’m not sure I’m what anyone would call an avid reader yet, but I could see myself getting there. I’ve released the anger and disappointment I felt as a young girl and enjoyed the stories for what they are: an opportunity to relax and allow my mind to wander. When I get lost in these books, life feels a little bit lighter, as if there are endless opportunities for me. I found courage to take the lead in my relationship with Jasper and I feel like I’m in charge of my life for the first time in a long time. I feel closer to my customers and to Gran. I didn’t realize how therapeutic reading is; I’m just glad I know now.