Free Most Eligible Cowboy (Peach Valley Romance Book 1) by Carly Morgan

grocery store, hoping to find frames. She’d decided to give him the picture of the bee on the daisy and the one of him near the bonfire. Her aunt allowed her to use her company printer. They’d turned out beautifully. She wrapped them in white tissue paper and tied them with the yellow bow he’d put on her boot box. All she needed now was the right moment to give them to him.
    Monday morning, Maya woke feeling better than she had since the day she’d arrived. She got ready, ate a slice of peach pie for breakfast, and drove into town. There was only the one grocery store and she parked in front and went inside. It had a little of everything she’d discovered last night, but the best part was that the store stocked local produce, fresh baked bread and preserves. She bought a loaf of whole wheat that was still warm along with butter, something called strawberry freezer jam, apples, peaches, carrots, celery, and an onion, some beef, milk, and eggs. Then she went to the candy aisle. They had all sorts of candies but none of the butter mints she’d been craving for days. She sighed as she took her haul up front. A young man stood at the check out counter. He was on his phone. She waited, but he continued to ignore her. “Hey, mind if I purchase these groceries?” It’d been a rhetorical question, one meant to be slightly sarcastic; in the hope that’d he’d get to work.
    He rolled his eyes. “I guess.” He tucked his phone in his back pocket and began ringing up the items. When he finished, she paid.
    “Thanks,” Maya said, and took her groceries out to her car.
    The guy grunted a reply. By the time she pulled away, she noticed through the window that he’d already gone back to typing on his phone.
    Maya had perishables so headed back to the cottage where she put her groceries away. Feeling slightly accomplished, she took out her camera and used her special cloth to clean it, paying special attention to the lens. Finished, she checked her phone. No texts. No messages. She put it in the back pocket of her Capri skinny jeans, grabbed her camera bag and headed over to the Palace.
    When he reached the front steps, she paused, admiring once again the beautiful place her aunt had dreamed up and brought into reality. She snapped a few pictures. Went up the steps. The large double doors had double wreaths hanging on them. They were made of blue lavender, marjoram, thyme, sage, pepperberries, and orange safflowers. She snapped a photo of the front doors and then just one. The two guys she’d seen three times now opened the door. She felt like she should know their names.
    “Hello. Welcome to the Palace at Peach Valley. Can I get your bags?”
    Maya glanced down. “You’re joking, right?” She smiled. Then stuck out her hand. “I’m Maya. Remember we’ve met before. My aunt is Patty Montgomery. What are your names?”
    “I’m Chip and this here’s Davis.”
    “Of course we remember you. But we still got to practice for our job. We don’t want Miss Patty firing us before the official opening.”
    “You think she’d do that?” Maya shook their hands.
    “She said she would. She doesn’t like it when people aren’t committed to their work.”
    Maya thought that made sense. “Good to meet you both. Is Patty inside?”
    “Yep, follow me.” Chip held the door open and Maya went through. “She’s this way.”
    Aunt Patty took Maya on a tour of the house. It was beautiful, filled with dark wood, wallpaper, and finishes reminiscent of the Victorian Country look. Everything was cozy, but not too small. The furnishings were ornate, but not overdone. In the bedrooms and bathrooms, everything was high quality and gorgeous. Aunt Patty had themed each room. Maya had heard of themed bed and breakfast establishments before. She’d even been inside one. It’d been cheesy and Maya had worried her aunt might fall into the same trap. But that wasn’t the case. Each suite was themed with the name of a peach. According to