She was very right.

And there it was. Just what I needed.

“Thanks, Josie,” I whispered.

“Don’t mention it,” she replied.

“Now that Amelia’s sorted, we gotta talk,” Alyssa announced, eyes to my nails, but I had a feeling she was talking to Josie. I would know this to be true when she went on, “Sofie told her dad and me last night that Conner invited her down to Boston for the weekend. You know I’m as liberal minded as the best of them, but no way in fuck her father or me are lettin’ her go spend the weekend with her college boyfriend.”

I listened to Josie whole-heartedly agreeing and I was there. I wasn’t far away. They’d helped work the things out that were taking control of my thoughts.

But I listened to them thinking La Jolla was one of the most amazing places on earth. It was beautiful and the weather was divine.

However, in all the time I’d spent there, outside of my children, I’d never gotten anything I needed.

No, I’d needed to move all the way across the country to a small town in Maine to find what I needed.

And I’d done that.

So finally, after forty-seven years, the Calway heiress didn’t want for anything.

On this thought, there was movement the like it would take your attention at the windows in front of Maude’s House of Beauty. Josie and Alyssa stopped talking as all eyes went there.

When they did, we saw a woman with long, thick auburn hair pulled back by one of those wide, wooly headbands that kept your ears warm. She also had on a puffy vest over an attractive turtleneck, a great pair of jeans that did wonderful things for her behind and a fabulous pair of high-heeled boots.

She’d whipped around and her rosy-cheeked face was screwed up in adorable anger as she jabbed her pointed finger at someone and shouted, “You no longer know me, Coert!”

At that moment, the handsome sheriff I’d seen at the town council meeting (a friend of Mickey’s I had not yet met) came walking into view. He stopped, planted his hands on jeans-clad hips, his profile was supremely annoyed, and he said something that only could be heard as a deep murmur.

“Kiss my ass!” she shouted, turned with her rich, beautiful auburn hair flying and flounced off.

Coert didn’t move, just stood there with hands on hips, muscle flexing in his jaw, watching where she went before he turned and prowled the other way.

Alyssa instantly snapped her head back to us.

“You know about that?” she asked Josie.

“No,” Josie answered.

Alyssa looked to me. “You know about that?”

“Nope,” I answered.

Her eyes drifted back to the windows. “We gotta find out about that.”

“Yep,” Josie and I both said at the same time.

We looked at each other, Alyssa looked to me, and we all burst out laughing.

Doing it, I knew I was right.

The Calway heiress finally had everything she needed.