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Chapters (49)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter 1: Meet Me, Holly McNee Jensen
  6. Chapter 2: Bee Calm
  7. Chapter 3: Buzzing Along
  8. Chapter 4: Now What?
  9. Chapter 5: All the Buzz
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter 7: Bermuda Triangle
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter 9: Leslie Takes the Mike
  14. Chapter 10: Holly Grabs the Mike Back
  15. Chapter 11: The Boys
  16. Chapter 12: Roofie
  17. Chapter 13: Any Objections?
  18. Chapter 14: The Vapors
  19. Chapter 15: Bliss Week
  20. Chapter 16: Bee Advised
  21. Chapter 17: Bee Ware
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter 19: Leslie and Cher
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter 23: Bee Have
  28. Chapter 24: Leslie, the QB, and Vegas
  29. Chapter 25: Gone Boys
  30. Chapter 26: Char
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter 28: Bee Cool
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter 31: Stop and Smell the Roses
  36. Chapter 32: Good to Bee
  37. Chapter 33: Bee Leave
  38. Chapter 34: Bee Happy
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter 36: Bee Joyful
  41. Epilogue
  42. Acknowledgments
  43. P.S. Insights, Interviews & More . . .*
  44. About the Author
  45. Read On
  46. Letter from Victoria Hanna Frank
  47. Remembering the Grit and Glamour of Dorothea Benton Frank
  48. Also by Dorothea Benton Frank
  49. About the Publisher

As I passed through Mount Pleasant, whose fast-growing population was being watched by urban developers across the country, I began to wonder about myself and my life in general. Seemed like I was doing that sort of wondering more and more often. It wasn’t that I was so miserable or so ungrateful or even jealous of Leslie. It was just that I wondered how a girl like me could ever make her life mean anything.

Chapter 2: Bee Calm

“Hunter? Did you know honey bees have pockets on their legs to store pollen? It makes them weigh fifty percent more by the end of their day.”

“What? They need to go to Weight Watchers!”

“Oh, Hunter.”

Chapter Two

Bee Calm

Somewhere between leaving the hospital and arriving at Publix to buy groceries, I made a decision. I was going to invite Archie MacLean and the boys over for dinner. Why not? Carin had been in heaven for long enough for him to enjoy some female company without feeling guilty. And with Momma in the hospital—they were keeping her overnight for observation and to run some tests—the timing was perfect. I was excited about the possibilities of company, daydreaming that the boys were mine and wondering what it would be like to be married to a man ten years older than I was. I didn’t even unload my car or take the groceries inside. I was so excited, I’d even coughed up the money for store-bought flowers, a rare indulgence. And, the weather felt a lot cooler than it had been in the morning, which I took as a good omen. In fact, everything seemed like a good omen.

I marched right up their front steps, crossed the porch, knocked on the door, and waited.

Archie answered and, of course, Tyler and Hunter were right behind him, nearly colliding with each other as they sock-skated toward the door across their gleaming heart pine floors. Archie, whose longish hair was sexy as hell, was wearing corduroy pants, a plaid shirt, and a thin cardigan, looking every inch the kindly and distinguished professor that he was. He reminded me of Alexander Skarsgård. I mean, break a sweat.

“Well, hi, Holly,” he said. “Would you like to come in? How’s your mother?”

“Oh, no, thanks; she’s fine. Nothing broken. Her doctors wanted her to stay the night just to be sure she’s okay.”

“Well, that’s good news,” Archie said. “I’m sure you’re relieved, too.”

“Of course,” I said.

“Mith Holly!” Tyler shouted. “Come see my map of Italy I’m drawing for extra credit!”

“Cool it, Tyler,” Archie said.

I smiled and said, “I was just thinking, wouldn’t it be nice if y’all came over for dinner?”

“Well, thank you! I was just going to order a pizza for the kids.”

“Well, I’m making chicken and mashed potatoes with little green peas. Nothing fancy.”