Butler, Vermont Series: Boxed Set, Books 1-3
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“So, it’s over, then? It’s really over?”
“We still need to get the judge to certify the plea, but that should be a formality. So as far as you’re concerned, yes, it’s over. This victory is as much yours as it is ours. Without everything you did, we wouldn’t have had enough to get to this deal. You ought to be very proud of yourself, and if you’re ever interested in a job in law enforcement—”
“No, thank you,” she said, laughing through tears. “I’ve had enough of law enforcement to last me a lifetime.”
“I’ll let you know when the deal is approved by the court.”
“Thank you so much for everything, Larry. Especially for believing me.”
“That’s all thanks to you. You built a very believable case. I’ll be in touch.”
Mia hung up, let out a scream and jumped into Wade’s outstretched arms. “It’s over! It’s really over!”
Wade swung her around, caught up in her joy. “I’m so happy for you and proud of you.”
“I couldn’t have done it without your willingness to marry me. You heard what Larry said. That tipped the whole thing.”
“Marrying you was the single best thing I’ve ever done.”
She hugged him tightly. “I can’t believe it’s over, and I’m finally free of him.”
“I love that this news is the first thing to ever happen to us in this house. That’s a sign, don’t you think?”
“The cell service was the sign.”
Wade laughed and put her down, but kept his arms around her. “What do you say, Mrs. Abbott? Should we buy this place and make it our home?”
“We should, Mr. Abbott. We absolutely should.”
Epilogue
Lincoln slid into the booth across from Elmer, who greeted him with a huge grin.
“What a week, my friend!” Elmer said.
“I know! I can’t keep up with everything happening in my family these days. Wade got married, and they’re buying a farm. Hunter and Megan are expecting. Ella and Gavin are expecting, although we’re not supposed to know that yet—and planning to get married very soon. Lucas and Landon are fighting over a woman, and Hannah adopted a baby moose. Did I forget anything?”
“Nope. That about sums it up.”
“Where do we begin with all this?”
“Let’s start with Wade. The news about Mia’s ex taking the plea deal was the banner headline, if you ask me.”
“Agreed. Thank God that’s resolved and they can put it behind them.”
“I read the coverage in today’s paper, and now that Brody has pleaded guilty, the details are being released. Mia was instrumental in bringing down Brody’s operation. Without her, the prosecutor said, they might not have gotten him as soon as they did. Not to mention, he handed them three guys the DEA has been after for years.”
“My new daughter-in-law is an impressive young woman, that’s for sure.”
“That girl has been through a lot in her life. If anyone deserves happiness with a guy like our Wade, it’s her.”
“Couldn’t agree more. Wade took next week off, and they’re heading to Florida for some fun in the sun.”
“Good for them. They have a lot to celebrate. Now what’s up with Hannah and the moose?”
“Apparently, she conspired with Dude to lure the little one away from Fred. They built a pen for him, and she’s feeding him right from the bottle. Dude is guiding her, and Nolan wants the two of them locked up in a loony bin. But you know Hannah when she sets her mind to something.”
“Indeed. Someone ought to tell poor Nolan that the ship has already sailed.”
“What’s going to happen when Fred finds out where his little friend is being kept?”
“That’s anyone’s guess.”
“Speaking of wild animals, what’s this about Lucas and Landon fighting over a woman?”
“You heard me right. They’re both interested in Amanda, and neither will step aside for the other. I’ve never seen them so at odds. And poor Amanda doesn’t know what to make of all the attention.”
“Did I hear she extended her time here in Butler?”
Linc nodded. “Initially, it was because Wade had to go to Boston and the employee training was postponed. But now I think her extended stay in Butler has more to do with the twins than it does with work.”
“Very interesting,” Elmer said, stroking his chin.
“For the record, if she ends up with either of them, it goes in my column. That product line was my idea. She wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
Elmer rolled his eyes. “You’re grasping at straws, but I’ll let you have this one since you’re so far behind anyway.”
“No matter who gets the win, we need to keep an eye on those two. Neither of them has ever been serious about a woman before, and isn’t it just our luck that they set their sights on the same one? Nothing good can come of that.”
“Agreed. We’ll keep an eye on them—and on her. If the two of them are intent on her, she’ll need all the help she can get.”
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Chapter 1
“Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.”
—George Bernard Shaw
It had taken exactly twenty-seven years for Lucas Abbott to wish he hadn’t been born a twin. Most of the time, he embraced his status as one half of the younger set of Abbott twins, who spread good humor and cheerful dispositions everywhere they went in Vermont’s Northeast Kingdom.
But right now? He was furious with the man who was his doppelgänger in every possible way. Not only were they so identical that their own siblings often confused them, but he and Landon shared almost all the same interests. They had the same friends, the same schedule, the same everything, including, Lucas had discovered to his dismay, the same taste in women.
Earlier today, he’d overheard Landon talking about his date the night before with Amanda Pressley, the woman Lucas had been out with two nights ago.
It had been the best first date of his life, but then he’d heard Landon say the same thing to their brother Will. Hearing that, the euphoria Lucas had walked around with since his evening with Amanda had fizzled like steam hitting cold air.
Tonight, he had to go make nice with Landon and the rest of their family, who were gathering at the barn where the ten Abbott siblings had been raised, to celebrate his and Landon’s twenty-seventh birthday. Happy birthday to him and the last person on earth he wanted to hang out with right now. That, in and of itself, was a first. Lucas and Landon were known for being “thick as thieves,” as their grandfather often said.
Lucas stepped out of the shower in his loft over the barn at the family-owned Christmas tree farm that Landon managed. He hadn’t wanted to live on the property, so he’d given Lucas the apartment and found his own place on the outskirts of Butler, the town they called home. For a brief time, they’d entertained the idea of living together in the loft apartment.
Thank God they hadn’t done that, because Lucas would be packing his stuff after today.
Studying his reflection in the mirror, he encountered the face of a changed man. Maybe it was his birthday, or perhaps it was meeting a woman who truly interested him. He wasn’t sure what it was, but something was definitely different. He’d gone so far as to shave the beard he normally sported during the winter, because he’d thought she would prefer him clean-shaven. Now he was growing it back. Thankfully, his beard came in quickly. He didn’t want anyone mistaking him for Landon.
The situation had him unsettled and pissed off as he dressed in his usual winter uniform of thermals, flannel, denim and insulated boots before stepping into the frozen tundra to head to his parents’ house. He should’ve made up a fake illness to get out of the annual pizza and cake tradition, but like the rest of his siblings, Lucas was robustly healthy. They wouldn’t believe him if he’d said he was sick.
As he approached the one-lane covered bridge that was located right before the turn onto Hells Peak, he stopped short, slamming on the brakes to avoid hitting Fred, the town moose, who stood in the middle of the road, seemingly without a care in the world.
Lucas laid on the horn.
Fred gave him a perturbed look, but he didn’t move.
“Great.” Lucas shifted the truck into Park, accepting that he was going to be late for his own party. He wished he could’ve headed to his woodshop and lost himself in the work that fed his soul, especially at times like this when his soul needed nourishment. Being at odds with anyone in his family was the worst. Being at odds with Landon had the power to break him.
In a family of ten kids, there’d been plenty of arguments and actual fights. But he had never once truly argued with Landon, who had been his ally and best friend for every day of their twenty-seven years.
Until Amanda came to town and they’d both asked her out. Not wanting to hurt any feelings, she’d accepted both invitations. No one ever took him or Landon seriously, so why should she? Especially after the way they’d behaved during the intimate line demonstration she’d overseen on behalf of her company at his family’s store.
Lucas cringed thinking about the questions they’d asked and the comments they’d made. It was like they couldn’t help themselves, although who could be expected to behave in a room full of family members and sex toys? Amanda had handled them with skill that indicated it wasn’t her first rodeo when it came to dealing with buffoons. In her line of work, she probably met her fair share of guys like him and Landon, who’d found the whole thing hilarious.
She probably thought they were both jerks but had humored them by going on separate dates with them. Her company had landed a big account with their family’s store, so she was just being nice—and professional.
That made him sad and mad at the same time. If Landon hadn’t asked her out at the same time Lucas had, they wouldn’t be in the unfortunate position of pursuing the same woman. It was ludicrous when he really thought it over—neither of them had ever had any problem attracting female attention. In fact, they usually had more attention than they could handle. So why, when it truly mattered to Lucas for the first time ever, did Landon have to set his sights on the same woman?
Being at odds with Landon made Lucas feel ill. It went against every natural impulse he had to go out of his way to avoid his twin the way he had all day today. They had been the best of friends their entire lives. Even when their other siblings had fought like tomcats, he and Landon had risen above it. Sure, they had fought with their other siblings, but never with each other. Hunter and Hannah, their older siblings, who were also twins, had been the same way—best friends.
He ached at the thought of losing that bond with Landon, especially since they were together more often than not. Between their shifts as firefighters and the time they spent doing other things, such as skiing, rock-climbing, hiking and other outdoor pursuits, they were constant companions.
And if it came to a choice—Landon or Amanda…
“Ugh.” Of course he’d choose his brother over a woman he’d only just met, but what a bitch of a dilemma.
As if he could hear Lucas, Fred let out a loud moo.
Lucas laid on the horn again, hoping to convince Fred to move along, but Fred wasn’t intimidated by a horn—or much of anything, for that matter, except Hannah. She had a way of dealing with the moose that made her husband, Nolan, crazy. He feared tiny Hannah would be smooshed by the moose that Hannah called a pussycat.
Lucas tried the siren that was built into his truck for times of emergency, but Fred shot him a look full of disdain, as if to say, Is that all you got?
Thinking about Fred was preferable to wondering what the hell he was supposed to do about his brother and Amanda.
Lucas’s date with her had been close to perfect. The conversation had flowed, they’d laughed at the same things, had similar interests, and she absolutely loved their tiny town of Butler, Vermont, as well as the Green Mountain Country Store his family had run for four generations.
She’d had a million questions about the family business and how it worked and how the Abbotts managed to keep business and personal separate. Though Lucas didn’t actually work in the store, it had always been part of his life, and he could answer her questions about the family dynamics as well as any of the others who worked in the office. He sold most of his woodworking products in the store, including hand-carved bed frames, dressers and hope chests as well as smaller items such as carved moose that sold like wildfire, so he was definitely involved.
Lucas put down the window and stuck his head out. “Come on, Fred. Be a sport. It’s my freaking birthday, and it’s already been a bitch of a day. Have a heart and move your ass, will you?”
Fred eyed him as if he was considering the request.
“Please?”
With another loud moo, Fred took one step forward and then another.
“Was he honestly waiting for me to say please?” Lucas asked the universe as he put up the window, put the truck in Drive and headed over the bridge toward home. He hadn’t lived in the barn in years, but it would always be home to him and his siblings. As he pulled into the driveway that was already full of pickup trucks and SUVs built to withstand brutal Vermont winters, his grandfather, Elmer, was getting out of his truck.
Lucas parked and went to greet his grandfather, who was waiting for him.
“Oh, hey, Luc.” Elmer said his name after giving him a close look to make sure he got it right. Elmer was one of the few people in their lives who almost always got it right. “I couldn’t tell what color your truck was in the dark.”
His was navy. Landon’s was black. Same model. Shocker, right?
Lucas gave his grandfather a hug. “How you doing, Gramps?”
“I’m good.” He patted Lucas on the back. “Happy birthday, buddy.”
“Thanks.”
“I can’t believe you guys are twenty-seven. Where does the time go?”
“And still such nitwits.”
“You said that, not me.”
Lucas laughed as he held the door to the mudroom for Elmer. “Saved you the trouble.”
“You boys like to have fun. Nothing wrong with that.”
A few days ago, he would’ve agreed with Elmer’s statement. Now he had reason to wonder how a guy transitioned from acting the fool to being an actual adult. That was his goal for the next year. He would be mocked ruthlessly by his siblings and others who had come to expect certain behavior from him, but he wouldn’t be deterred in his goal to take his game up a few notches.
Having a plan for himself helped as he hung his coat on the hook with his name on it, which was to the left of Landon’s. He’d been born ten minutes before Landon. Since Landon’s hook was empty, Lucas realized he’d gotten there first. Taking a quick glance at the hooks, he noted that everyone else was there.
Lucas took off his hat, tucked it into the pocket of his coat and ran his fingers through dirty-blond hair to bring some order to it. This time of year, everyone in Vermont suffered from a terminal case of hat head. He stepped into the kitchen and received a warm, welcoming smile from his mother.
“There’s one of my guests of honor.”
Lucas wondered what it might be like to have a birthday all to himself and then immediately felt guilty for having the thought. “Hi, Mom.”
Molly Abbott, her gray hair in a long braid down her back as usual and her pretty face bright with pleasure over an evening with her family, hugged him. “Happy birthday, Luc. Twenty-seven looks good on you.”
He stuck out his chin. “Better than twenty-six did?”
“Much better.”
“He had nowhere to go but up,” their youngest brother, Max, said when he joined them in the kitchen with his baby son, Caden, in his arms.
Molly tried to hide her smile but failed miserably.
Lucas scowled at his brother and reached for the baby, noting the cacophonous noise coming from the family room where the rest of the family was probably watching the Bruins game.
Max handed the baby over to his uncle. “Don’t listen to a word he says, buddy, and don’t do anything he does.”
In light of his recent revelations, Lucas couldn’t help being slightly wounded by Max’s teasing comments. Not that he hadn’t earned the jibes. He certainly had, but that was going to change, effective immediately. He snuggled Caden into his chest and kissed the top of his silky head. The little guy always smelled so damned good. His little fist grasped ahold of Lucas’s flannel shirt, catching a bit of chest hair that made his uncle wince from the tug of pain. “Easy, pal. Uncle Luc doesn’t need any bald spots. Not yet anyway.”
“Hey!” His oldest sister, Hannah, let out a happy squeak when she came around the corner from the dining room and nearly crashed into Lucas. “Happy birthday!”
“Thank you.” He leaned down so she could kiss his cheek. “Where’s my niece?”
“With her daddy. She’s all about him these days, except for when she’s hungry. Then Mommy is number one.”
Lucas smiled at the face Hannah made to express her displeasure while knowing full well she was madly in love with the daughter she’d waited forever to have—and the husband who’d made her so damned happy. “Fred was being Fred again on the way over here. Blocking the road to the covered bridge.”