Spring Fling (Seasons in Montana: Spring #5)

Chapter Eight

Hayden

I stared into the mirror, razor in hand, reminding myself to take it slowly. My cheeks still felt warm from the memories of last night with Daisy, a flood of vivid recollections washing over me as I rinsed the blade. Water droplets slid across the porcelain sink at the Evergreen Inn. Outside my window, the early sunlight filtered through budding orchard branches, reminding me it was the final day of the Wintervale Spring Flower maybe not. But standing there, seeing her eyes light up as she worked, I felt a surge of certainty.

Whatever happened next, I had found something genuine—something worth more than any sponsor contract.

And that was enough for me.