Page 5 of Connecting with the Mountain Man

SugarDust:

Rough day?

I’ve been baking to let off some steam. Figured I’d share a little piece of it with you.

There’s an attachment below—a photo loading painfully slow thanks to the spotty mountain Wi-Fi.

I take another sip of beer, watching the image unfold pixel by pixel.

First the edges of a countertop. Then a baking tray.

And finally—

Oh, hell no.

I sit up straight, eyes narrowing at the photo now fully loaded on my screen.

Blueberry scones.

Not just any blueberry scones—Eden’s blueberry scones.

I’d know those damn things anywhere.

The golden edges, the burst of berries leaking purple onto the parchment, and the faint sprinkle of sugar across the tops—exactly the way she always makes them.

I stare at the screen, barely breathing.

No.

No.

It can’t be.

I fumble with the cursor, clicking out of the photo as if the scones recognize me, too. But the message is still there, sitting in my inbox like a damn threat.

SugarDust.

Eden.

My mail order bride match… is Eden Winters.

I drop the beer onto the side table with athunkand let my head fall back against the chair.

This—

This is a problem.

Abigproblem.

Because Eden doesn’t know it’s me. And if she ever finds out? Luke will kill me long before she has the chance. I exhale through my nose, dragging my hand down my face. The worst part?

Now that I know…

I can’t stop thinking about her.

Chapter 3

Inbox – Mountain Mates

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