Take a Hike
By Mimi Grace
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Falling in love is an uphill battle.
Day-to-day life has grown stale for Raven Coleman, who prefers to fly by the seat of her pants than follow any set plan. So when she unexpectedly inherits an outdoor recreation and tour business in a charming small town, it’s exactly the kind of shakeup she has been asking the universe for.
Instead of selling Mountaintop Adventures right away, Raven decides to step in as the boss for the summer to determine if it’s a position she’d like to hold long-term. Unfortunately, her presence is not well received by the staff, particularly Silas Reynolds, the hardheaded archery instructor.
Silas once had big dreams, but life got in the way. Now he’s making the most of his situation. That is until the bubbly Raven thwarts his plan to buy Mountaintop Adventures. She has no industry experience or interest in the great outdoors but insists she can run the business.
The two butt heads immediately, but attraction and rapport soon soften their exchanges. Can Silas and Raven keep professional lines and their opposing goals intact? Or is love a force too strong to ignore?
Mimi Grace
Mimi Grace is a romance author whose early love for the genre turned her into a bookworm. Besides books, she loves generous servings of mint chocolate chip ice cream, long-running reality competition TV shows, and when she spells “necessary” correctly.
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Take a Hike - Mimi Grace
Chapter One
The decision-making part of the human brain is said not to fully develop until a person is twenty-five years old. This may explain why Raven Coleman, at nineteen, bought a one-way ticket to Paris to follow a guy she’d just met and fallen for at a music festival.
The relationship was a bust, as one can expect of something built on a foundation of booze and vibes. However, she still left the City of Love with pictures that needed cropping but were suitable for her social media feed. She also had the memories of visiting crowded landmarks, eating butter-laden pastries, and being entertained by bronze living statues who, despite provocation from tourists, did not break their poses.
It was those painted street performers Raven currently imitated, almost eight years later, as she stood stock-still holding a tray of hors d’oeuvres.
Gruyère and crab palmiers,
Raven said to the guests reaching for the offerings.
It was a perfect summer evening for a garden party, but it was undercut by a general strangeness. As if everything was computer generated.
A jazz band played lively music, but people weren’t dancing. It was also unlikely that anyone would get drunk or laugh louder than the clink of their cocktail glasses. And when she told a lady, Oh my God, I love your earrings,
she apparently disrupted a simulation that required she be as charming as an insentient hologram. Her tendency to chat and flirt would not be rewarded here.
Once her tray was bare enough to warrant a refill, Raven crossed the lawn, passing a water fountain to a set of stone steps that led her into a galley kitchen bustling with the people responsible for making the party run smoothly.
Distinct voices were lost in the chaos, but the chef’s cut through. If I ask for something sautéed, why in God’s name would you give it to me fried?
Raven took a minute to massage a knot in her shoulder and confirm with other servers that the partygoer in burgundy shorts was indeed a creep. After a swig of water, she was ready with a fresh tray of food to serve.
Tail ends of conversations and harsh perfume followed her about the garden, and when summoned by a guest with a glance, she quickened her steps to deliver. Grilled oysters with lime and ginger,
she would tell them, and she repeated this routine until another blip in the simulation changed the course of the evening.
A man tripped.
Perhaps on a raised stone or the toe of his fancy loafer. Regardless, the result was the same: The man reeled forward with his eyes bugged out and hands searching for leverage. To save the tray and herself from going down, Raven swung her body sharply out of reach. But in doing so, she transferred all that momentum to an unsuspecting woman, bumping her right into the basin of the water fountain.
Chatter and music came to an off-key halt as everyone turned to gape at the lady splashing in the shallow water.
Raven knew her fate even before the woman screamed and pointed at her.
Off with her head!
the shrill noise seemed to demand, and minutes later, she was standing in front of her boss.
I’ve got to let you go for today,
he said.
He looked sorry about it too. Not likely for her sake, rather, being one waitress down would disrupt the flow of service.
As she was quickly ushered to gather her belongings, she mouthed, It’s okay, it’s fine,
to the other servers, who looked on as if she were actually being led to a guillotine. And maybe she’d feel that way too if her weekly horoscope hadn’t forewarned a shake-up in her working relationships.
A stone-faced security guard was the final checkpoint before Raven could exit the mansion, and while he searched her purse with the finesse of a burrowing mole, she said, I’d have taken the Chardonnay, but the bottles wouldn’t fit in there.
The man slowly raised his head, pinning his eyes on Raven.
Oh, not that face,
she said, laughing nervously. I was kidding.
Eventually, she was permitted to leave the home and trek to the front gate. Having arrived as a passenger in a carpool, Raven was left to text the most reliable person on her phone to pick her up.
By the time she got to the end of the driveway, four meteorological seasons later, her best friend, Gwen, was waiting.
Why do rich people like phallic-shaped hedges so much?
her friend asked once Raven entered the car. She was studying the oblong greenery surrounding them.
There’s a psychosexual explanation, for sure,
Raven said. But I want to go my entire life not knowing those details.
So what happened?
Gwen asked as she got them out of the ritzy neighborhood. I thought this gig was supposed to end much later.
I got fired.
No, stop. Ray,
Gwen said, briefly averting her eyes from the road to Raven.
She was a schoolteacher by trade, so straitlaced on principle. Getting fired was unimaginable to her.
Why?
Gwen asked.
I made out with the band’s saxophonist and told the host her party decor was wack,
Raven deadpanned.
See, that scenario is plausible, so I have no idea if you’re fucking with me.
Raven coyly smiled but detailed the truth, and afterward, her friend asked, Does this mess with your apartment-hunting plans?
No, the rental market is what’s messing with my plans. And if I’d known it was this bad, I might’ve worked it out with the other guy.
Up until a few months ago, she’d lived in a one-bedroom apartment with a view, but with an impending rent increase, Raven had told her landlord, in so many words, to kiss her ass. She’d thought she’d find better. In reality, everything was similarly expensive and competitive, so she’d been forced to temporarily move back in with her mother.
Come to the movies with Tony and me tonight. Get your mind off things,
Gwen said.
Tempting, but it’s okay, girl,
Raven said, removing the hair tie that held her long braids in a bun.
The many hours she’d worked that week were starting to settle across her body. Plus, while Gwen wouldn’t mind her tagging along, Raven couldn’t imagine her friend’s boyfriend would be happy with her crashing date night.
I’m gonna get home, eat whatever least healthy snack my mom has in the pantry, and call it a day,
Raven said.
Tomorrow had to be better, certainly.
A tune, one of the standards the jazz band played at the party the night before, was stuck in Raven’s head. She sat cross-legged on her yoga mat with her eyes closed, trying desperately to quiet her mind long enough to meditate. But the silly little notes persisted for a while.
When her brain finally released them, she was promptly seized by thoughts of the bedroom she currently occupied. How small it was. How most of her earthly possessions sat in boxes surrounding her. It didn’t take long to feel like the walls were closing in, and at that point, she gave up on her morning ritual altogether.
She threw on her robe and followed the whine of the blender downstairs to the kitchen where her mother, in a short slip dress and flexi-rods in her hair, was blitzing a smoothie.
Raven and her mom were two peas in a pod. They’d been getting confused for sisters since Raven was a teen. They were both air signs, tall, and lovers of accessories.
The only immediately obvious difference between them was their body types. Where her mom was slender from a steadfast Pilates regime, Raven had a fuller figure that made wearing the short skirts she preferred an extreme sport.
Tell me what you think,
her mother said, handing her a glass of grayish-green sludge.
Raven took a tentative sip. Earthy.
She traded the drink for an apple and headed to the breakfast nook, scooping up her mother’s cat from the hardwood floor.
Morning, GoGo,
she whispered, peppering the feline’s neck with kisses.
I didn’t expect to find you home when I got in last night,
her mother said, joining her at the table with her smoothie and a store-bought loaf cake to share.
Got fired over some bullshit.
That’s annoying. I’m sorry,
her mother said.
At least I don’t have to wear that scratchy uniform again.
Always you with the bright side,
her mom said with some humor.
How was your evening? How’s Bob?
Raven asked while cutting into the cake and plopping a slice on each of their plates.
Calvin,
her mother corrected.
Calvin, sorry.
For as long as Raven had been dating, she and her mom called every guy they were seeing but weren’t serious about Bob. If the men turned out to be worth a damn, they’d graduate to being referred to by their actual names in conversation.
He’s great. And I’m great because his divorce was finalized yesterday.
Fucking finally,
Raven said, playfully poking her mom’s leg with her foot. I was starting to worry.
We might’ve celebrated a little too hard last night, though. Poor guy is upstairs with a hangover.
Happy for you,
Raven said. It made her heart full to see her mom glowing and in love; she deserved it after all the frogs she’d kissed.
Are you really okay, angel?
her mom asked gently.
Yeah, I’m fine. A little antsy. Unsettled.
Why’s that?
I feel like everything is happening in grayscale,
Raven said. I think I need to go on a retreat or something where I can’t touch my phone or access the internet. Gain clarity and reconnect with my intuition.
It took losing her apartment for Raven to realize she’d been going through the motions. She valued flexibility and freedom, and she’d sculpted her life in a way that allowed her to embrace that. But that lifestyle was in contention with how she’d been raised.
As an only child of a single parent, she’d learned to save for rainy days, practice frugality, and budget for everything. So once the riotous chapter of her early twenties ended, she felt the need to seek financial security. She took a secretarial position with benefits at her friend’s middle school and worked side jobs to build up her savings and pay off debt.
But what now? She was unclear about what she wanted to do in the next chapter of her life.
There’s this desert retreat I’ve been looking at,
Raven said. But you don’t want to know the price.
Why don’t you call your astrologist lady instead?
her mom asked.
Because Ida’s booked till the fall.
It’ll be okay,
her mother said. You’ll land on your feet. You always do.
Raven knocked the wooden table to stave off bad luck. Let’s hope.
Oh, shit. It’s already nine,
her mom said, standing. We need to get going soon.
We? Where?
Raven asked, reaching for another slice of loaf cake as her mother picked up the plate to store it.
Remember that meeting with the lawyer.
Raven had forgotten all about that. Her grandfather (in DNA only) had died earlier that year. His aversion to work and a decades-long love of blackjack made any worthwhile inheritance doubtful. So the Coleman women showed up at the lawyer’s office, wedged between a KFC and laundromat, not expecting much.
A paralegal led them into a room made of dusty surfaces and teetering stacks of paper.
The lawyer, Mr. McGowan, a man in his late sixties with a distractingly wrinkled dress shirt, entered minutes later.
Natalia Wash?
Mr. McGowan asked after shuffling through files on his desk.
No, Patricia and Raven Coleman.
He chanted their names while thumbing through his unorganized pile before pulling out a certain folder. Here you are.
So what did the deadbeat leave us?
her mom asked.
The lawyer, confused, responded, Deadbeat?
I know, I know. He looked the part, but I promise you my father was no family man,
her mom said.
Ma’am,
the lawyer said, coughing uncomfortably, I’m the estate executor for Charles Hulme, not your father.
Charles?
her mom said, her hands shooting up to cradle her face. Chuck is gone?
Three months ago, in a hiking accident,
the lawyer explained to them.
Oh, God,
her mom said with a small laugh and welling eyes. I knew it would be those damn woods that would take him.
I’m so sorry,
Raven whispered, dabbing the tears that fell down her mother’s face. She assumed the man was a coworker at the nursing home because she couldn’t immediately place the name.
But then her mom said, You remember Chuck, don’t you? I dated him for a few years when you were in middle school,
and a memory surfaced.
He got me that iPod Nano for Christmas that one year,
Raven said reflectively.
Her mom had dated an older white guy with long hair and a mustache whose jeans had always looked dirty. Raven remembered him being kind and having a funny laugh.
The lawyer excused himself from the room to find his misplaced reading glasses, giving Raven a chance to ask her mother, Why would he leave you anything? It’s been so long.
I know he put us both in his will while we were dating, so he must’ve forgotten to change it after we broke up.
There’s probably someone out there pissed about that,
Raven said.
Mr. McGowan returned with glasses on his face, and he proceeded to explain the limits of the will and his role as the executor. Then came the reading of the Last Will and Testament of Charles Hulme.
This part is for specific bequests,
the lawyer began. I leave Patricia Coleman, if they shall survive me, for their own use absolutely, the following: storage unit full of collectibles.
Apparently, Chuck had a unit located a couple of hours outside the city full of vintage weapons he’d amassed. Donation and a garage sale were the only recourse for Raven’s mother, who admitted, I hate those things. I have no use for them.
And I leave to Ray Coleman,
the lawyer continued, if they shall survive me, for their own use absolutely, the following: Mountaintop Adventures Company, located in the municipal district of Cedar Lake.
Raven shifted forward in her seat, unsure she’d heard correctly. Wait, he left me a company? Like, a currently operating one?
Yes, an outdoor recreation and tour service.
Okay, wow,
Raven said as she looked at her mom, who appeared similarly stunned. What am I supposed to do with that? I don’t want to run some random business.
Again, Mr. McGowan shuffled through his papers and produced a coffee-ring-stained document. There’s a buyer, a Silas Reynolds. He has shown deep interest in purchasing.
Raven scanned the Offer to Purchase. It presented the terms of the sale, disclosed business debts, legal obligations, and finally, a price. The amount of money being offered made Raven’s head spin, and she reached for the citrine crystal on her necklace as she reread everything.
The figure had more zeros than she’d ever seen at once in her bank account. It was several expensive-desert-retreats type money. A down-payment-on-a-modest-home type money.
What are you thinking?
her mom asked her.
Raven laughed, then picked up a pen. Tell me where to sign.
That will have to be done in person or through another lawyer you hire,
Mr. McGowan said.
Not interested in wasting any time, Raven said, Then I guess I’m heading to Cedar Lake.
Chapter Two
The drive to Cedar Lake was a journey through the prairies to the Rockies. Trees and mountains jutted high from the earth, a sight worthy of the poems they’d inspired.
All Raven knew about the small town, however, was that it produced a portion of the country’s lumber and didn’t have a reputation for fun like Whistler or Banff.
As she neared her destination, hotels of varied sizes and ratings started to appear on either side of the small freeway. Not long after she passed the town’s welcome sign, she arrived at the motel she’d booked mainly for its low price point. Inside the small reception area, she found a woman with silver hair thrown roughly into a ponytail, poring over a crossword puzzle.
A nine-letter word for an ancient symbol of wholeness or completion,
the lady said without looking up.
With no one but the two of them in the lobby, Raven assumed the older woman was asking for help, so she said, Infinity?
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