This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

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ISBN 978-1-64937-040-2

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition February 2022

Also by Miranda Liasson

Blossom Glen

The Sweetheart Deal

The Sweetheart Fix

Seashell Harbor

Coming Home to Seashell Harbor

Angel Falls

Then There was You

The Way You Love Me

All I Want for Christmas

The Kingston Family

Heart and Sole

A Man of Honor

The Baby Project

Dedication

For Ed

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Chapter One

Chapter One

The moon brings the man. That’s what Grandma Sophie would say.

Tessa Montgomery shook her head at the thought. If the moon was supposed to bring her a man, he must have gotten lost along the way.

She wheeled the giant rack full of warm baguettes up next to the scarred wooden front counter of Bonjour! Breads. It was only six p.m. in the middle of May, but the moon was already visible, huge, hanging over Main Street like it was peeking into the windows of her family’s hundred-year-old boulangerie. A romantic moon.

But for Tessa, there was no romance in sight, and there hadn’t been in quite a while. Not since last summer, when her fiancé left her for someone else.

While Tessa didn’t believe the moon-man connection, she had to admit that the big round boule in the sky sure was beautiful. Although, she thought wistfully, it was a shame not to have someone to share it with.

The bell above the door tinkled, and she put on her usual customer-friendly smile. Which was sometimes difficult when she had to endure a lot of sad headshaking and endless questions about being dumped. Yes, still, even after almost a year.

That was the thing about a small town—the first thing you did in your life that was gossip-worthy became the defining trait of your existence.

She breathed a sigh of relief, though, as her favorite customer walked into the empty bakery. “Good evening, Arthur,” she said to the older gentleman who came in every Tuesday like clockwork. At least he was a man she could count on.