Grace Notes: A Montgomery Brothers Novella

Prologue

Emryn,

I love you. I really do, but these vows might be the death of me. Are you sure we have to write our own? Can’t we just—you know, use the traditional kind?

You know I’m not a man of many words, but I come by it honestly. Just look at my dad and brother. Those two use grunts as their main form of communication.

It’s been twenty minutes since I sat down in the kitchen to work on these things, and I have nothing. Nada. Zero. Zilch. Every time I put my pen on the paper to start writing, my mind goes blank.

Why am I like this?

You deserve grand gestures and big romantic moments.

I want to give you that.

So, I’ll keep working—but I’m not promising perfection. In fact, these may be the worst vows in the history of vow renewals. Just know that I tried, okay?

I tried for you, even if I do end up looking like a fool.

At least Grayson will get a good laugh if I end up embarrassing myself. No one told me how annoying it would be to have a big brother.

Do you think there’s a return policy? I’m trading him in if there is. He’s defective.

Love you always,

Brooks