Axe-identally Married (Maine Lumberjacks #3)

Chapter Twenty-Five

Cole

T he clinic was closed on Sundays, which meant that Willa usually slept in, worked out, and then either read or binged episodes of Bridgerton . We’d enjoyed a long weekend due to New Year’s falling on Friday, and we’d spent a lot of time attempting recipes from YouTube, doing yoga together, and what had recently become my favorite activity with Willa: knitting—me, of course—and reading a fantasy novel—her—side by side. Most days, she’d put her head on my shoulder, and we’d sit in silence.

But this morning, we’d trekked out to the diner. I’d had a craving for eggs Benedict, and no one made it better than Bernice and Louis. We’d been hanging out at the cottage for the last few days, so the change of scenery would do us some good. Though Magnolia had invited us to some swanky party in New York City, that was not my scene anymore, and Willa’s eyes had dulled when she mentioned it. What my wife needed more than anything was a little downtime.