By Debbie Macomber
Cedar Cove, Washington
One factor approximately Cedar Cove--people definite have an interest in what other folks are doing. Take Zach and Rosie Cox, for example. every person on the town understands that they lately acquired a divorce. every person additionally is familiar with that I decreed a a bit strange custody association. It won't be the children relocating among Rosie's position and Zach's. They'll proceed to stay within the relations domestic at 311 Pelican courtroom. Their parents are those who'll be going again and forth.
I need to say I'm no longer proof against gossip myself. everyone is asking if I'll stick with Jack, who runs the Cedar Cove Chronicle, or will i am getting again with my ex?
But the really gigantic gossip is set the lifeless man--the guy who died at a neighborhood bed-and-breakfast. who's he and why did he appear there in the course of the evening? Roy McAfee, an area deepest investigator, is set to determine. i'm hoping he does--and then I'll fill you in. speak soon....
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The hurt that speared through her shocked her. "Is that news? I already knew that. " He frowned at her. " His frown deepened. "I don't like this animosity between us. " she asked incredulously. "What did you expect? " "I—" "Eleven years, Michael! It's been eleven years since I've heard from you. " She grabbed the lacy briefs Mrs. Ledbetter didn't want and walked around the counter to put them back in stock. Michael followed her. " She slammed the underwear down on the display table and whirled around.
Gwendolyn? " He gawked at her, laughter temporarily forgotten in lieu of incredulity. " "She doesn't sell squash. " Olivia had been leery of Gwen's idea for a store at first too. Gourd art? But then Gwen showed her some of her pieces, and Olivia was a convert. She and Eve had even helped Gwen launch her store, Outta My Gourd, just few doors down from her. It'd been open only a month and already it was a success. "Have you even taken a look at her work? " Olivia poked him in his ribs just to cop a feel of his fabulous abs.
The woman glanced at them again before leaving. Olivia waited until the door snapped shut before rounding on Michael. " He grinned sardonically. "Gee, it's nice to see you too, Olivia. " She folded her arms across her chest. " "Listen, Olivia. " He strode purposefully through the lingerie displays, eyes fixed on her. His focus was disturbing. The Michael she used to know would have been distracted by the lingerie. And, damn, he was sexy. She frowned. She didn't remember him being so hot. He'd filled out, and he looked good in his beaten up leather jacket and jeans, kind of like Indiana Jones meets Hugh Jackman.