Freshly fired from her third job in a row, Bonnie St. James has lost her way. So when she and her best friend stumble upon a “help wanted” post to run a coffee shop in the Scottish Highlands, they apply on a whim. Who knows? Maybe traveling to a new place is just what she needs to figure out her next move.
When the friends arrive in the tiny idyllic town of Corsekelly, they instantly fall for the gorgeous Highland landscape and friendly townspeople. But Bonnie finds a less-than-warm welcome i...
You have been my confidante, my rock, my laughter, my entertainment. I don’t just choose you as a best friend because you’ve been in my life for what seems like forever—I choose you because I rely on you, because I need you . . . I always have.
“How can you possibly be scrolling through Facebook right now, knowing we’re bound to be homeless in a few weeks?”“Alcohol,” Dakota says, bringing a pink plastic cup up to her mouth and draining its contents.
“Do you think I should add anything?” I whisper from the side of my mouth.“Huh? Oh, uh . . .” She taps her chin. “Maybe something about His hair.”“I don’t know what God’s hair looks like. Do you?”“Uh . . . white and flowy?”I look up toward the cracked ceiling. “And your hair is . . . magnificent. Do you use Herbal Essences?”“I don’t think He needs to shower,” Dakota says, clicking on a picture of Anita’s baby to get a better look. “And He sure as shit isn’t using Herbal Essences.”“Why the hell not?” I ask, sitting up and staring down at my friend.“Because He’s God. Why use Herbal Essences when He created Paul Mitchell?”Valid.