Silver Treasure (Denton Family #1)
Prologue
Corrine
Some say the people in Silver Springs needed to get with the times. That they needed to have more than one barbershop, five-star restaurant, diner, school, gas station. and at least another general store. Others say that they loved the simplicity of it all.
They loved knowing everyone.
Knowing everyone also meant that if you worked your land from dawn to dusk, then you didn’t have time to run into town for a bite to eat. Which meant that neighbors delivered and dropped off extra dishes along with pies when they had the extra.
Not only was it such a close-knit community, but it was also a protective one. However, don’t allow yourself to become the thing of gossip.
It was also the place that if you weren’t in your pew before the Sunday service began, then you better expect a visit from the pastor that afternoon and the ladies of the red hat society that following Monday morning, even if you were at work.
If you can make it to work Monday morning, then you should have made it to church Sunday morning.
They love knowing that their children can run around the yard without their parents watching without hawk eyes because the entire community was close-knit, and you watched everyone and everything. This was the town where you went home when the town’s streetlights came on.
This was where the students ran to the ice cream parlor for ice cream and to the jukebox and spent their allowances topping the other student’s songs as soon as the final bell at their school rang. Their one school that housed pre-k all the way to senior year.
This was where horses roamed free on neighboring lands and every year to cull the herds for their safety the Bureau of Land Management actually did their jobs, and they didn’t just kill the horses or take them to be sold for dog food kibble.
This was also the town where the neighbor’s helped one another out. They didn’t want any strip malls tearing apart God’s Country. They didn’t want anyone bringing some high fancy golf club or resort out here to disrupt a town that has been going on its own since the eighteen hundredths.
And consequently, this was the town where the hottest man alive lived.
Well according to twenty-two-year-old Corrine Matthews.
Who didn’t care that he was twice her age almost. The man was still drop-dead gorgeous, and it wasn’t from working out in a gym. No that was from back-breaking work out on the land and in the sun, which was the sexiest thing of all.
That man with the silver already streaked in his hair, and beard.
A beard that was almost always trimmed neatly.
Travis had no clue how handsome he really was.
I knew that he had a scar on his cheek that I wanted nothing more than to kiss every, including every single one of his scars, to help erase some of the pain away that he had most likely endured.