Chapters (75)
- Cover
- Back Cover Text
- Praise
- Booklist
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Quote
- Prologue
- Part One
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- Part Two
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- Part Three
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- Part Four
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- Part Five
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- Part Six
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- Part Seven
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- Part Eight
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- Part Nine
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- Part Ten
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- Part Eleven
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- Part Twelve
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- Part Thirteen
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- EPILOGUE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- AUTHOR NOTE
- Reader’s Guide
- Questions for Discussion
- The Heirloom Garden
- Abby
“Sounds romantic,” I say. Scooter laughs as a fireman gives a thumbs-up and yells, “All okay!”
I will myself not to cry by petting Sonny. Trish stands behind Scooter and catches my eye. Who’s this? she mouths. So cute!
Scooter turns as if he can hear her. “Hi,” he says. “Scott Stevens. Although Adie Lou calls me Scooter.”
“Hi, I’m Trish, Adie Lou’s dearest friend who’s never mentioned you to me her entire life,” she says. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Scooter nods. “It’s nice to meet you, too,” he says, turning back to me. “If you need any extra help here, Adie Lou, let me know. I’d be happy to lend a hand.”
“Thank you,” I say. “I’m doing okay right now.”
“Really?” Trish asks loudly, motioning to the chaos around her with both arms.
“Well, I’m around,” Scooter says. “And I’ll let you know after I take a look at your boat.”
“Thanks,” I say, “for everything.”
“Bye, Adie Lou,” Scooter says. “Bye, Trish.”
After the fire department is gone and Frank returns to the fish house, Trish and I grab the remaining luggage and then clean up the fireplace. We look up at each other and burst into laughter. “You look just like Mary Poppins!” we say at the same time. Trish takes a seat on the floor, already looking exhausted, light-years away from the way she appeared just a couple of hours ago. I know she now understands all I’ve been going through.
“Aren’t you glad you came?” I ask.
Trish says, “Yes,” while shaking her head no.
“Is it too early for lunch?” I ask.
“Yes, but it’s not too early for a drink,” Trish replies. “Is there a place around here?”
“It may be winter, but it’s still a resort town,” I say, “which means there’s always an open bar somewhere.”
We wash our faces, put on some makeup and change. I wear a pretty turtleneck, jeans and a pink leather jacket Trish bought for me. I put an exhausted Sonny in his crate in the bedroom, and he falls immediately asleep after a morning of unexpected excitement.
Trish stops to grab her coat on the way out the door and notices the Cottage Rules sign.
“I forgot about this,” she says. “Your parents used to make everyone say it before they could come in the cottage, right? They lit those sparklers. It was so cute.”
I smile.
Trish points her finger at Rule #5—Build a Bonfire—and cocks her head at me. “I think you already checked this one off the list for the day.”
FIFTEEN
“You ladies want another round?”
“Yes,” Trish and I respond at the same time, before bursting into laughter.