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  Copyright © 2021 by Debbie Mazzuca

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  Table of Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Discover More

  A Wedding on Honeysuckle Ridge

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  About the Author

  Also by Debbie Mason

  PRAISE FOR DEBBIE MASON

  To all my readers,

  Thank you for sharing your love of my stories with your friends and family. Your enthusiasm, encouragement, and support mean the world to me. You are, without a doubt, the most wonderful readers an author could ask for.

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  Chapter One

  When you grew up in a small town with a grandmother who believed in unicorns and a baby brother who frequently found himself on the wrong side of the law, the last thing you wanted was to draw attention to yourself. But as Sadie Gray knew from experience, sometimes that was easier said than done.

  At that moment, she stood in the display window of I Believe in Unicorns, her grandmother’s store in Highland Falls, North Carolina, wearing a hairband adorned with pastel ribbons, pointed ears, and a gold unicorn horn.

  If she were eight instead of twenty-eight, she might have been able to pull off the look. She’d said as much to her grandmother when she’d dragged a pink unicorn sweatshirt over Sadie’s ginormous baby bump and then stuck the hairband on her head.

  People made the mistake of thinking Agnes MacLeod, the adorable Betty White look-alike with a soft Scottish burr, was a pushover. Sadie knew better. She’d been raised by her grandmother, after all. And when Agnes MacLeod made up her mind, good luck trying to change it. Which was why Sadie hadn’t bothered putting up a fight. At least not much of one.

  “All right now, add a few more heart and unicorn balloons in the window. Though mind that you don’t block the Blowout Valentine’s Day Sale sign,” Agnes directed Sadie from where she sat on the stool behind the cash register enjoying a cup of tea.

  Her grandmother wore a red velour jogging suit, a hairband decorated with blinking hearts, and sneakers that lit up when she tapped her feet to the Irish Rovers singing “The Unicorn Song.”

  Sadie didn’t know whether it was the light show or “The Unicorn Song” on a constant loop that was making her queasy or if the nausea was due to lack of sleep. The baby had spent the better part of the night kicking her in the back and tap-dancing on her bladder. Still, no matter how queasy, uncomfortable, and sleep-deprived she might be, she refused to complain. There was nothing she wanted more than this baby. And nothing that she wanted less in her life than her baby’s daddy.

  Her queasiness intensified at the thought of Drew, the aforementioned baby daddy. Maybe it wasn’t just lack of sleep, “The Unicorn Song,” or the light show making her feel sick. Maybe it was the stress of knowing she had to confront Drew when she went home to Charlotte later today.

  She had a rebranding project due first thing tomorrow. A project that she prayed would put her on her boss’s radar for the art director position at the advertising agency where she’d worked for the past six months. Now more than ever, thanks to Drew, she needed the increase in salary that the promotion would bring.

  “Your sale would have been more effective if you’d held it last weekend instead of on the actual day, Granny,” Sadie grumbled. She’d arrived two days ago to spend the weekend with Agnes at her grandmother’s apartment above the store. If not for the sale, Sadie would have been on her way home. Instead, she was making a spectacle of herself in the window display of I Believe in Unicorns on a dark and dreary Sunday morning.

  Her grandmother simply smiled at Sadie’s grumpy observation and picked up the ringing landline, wishing the caller a happy Valentine’s Day.

  Cursing Cupid in her head, Sadie blew a stream of hot, cranky air into a heart-shaped balloon. Her stomach expanded like the Goodyear blimp, pressing her baby bump against the cold glass. She stepped back from the window, and the unicorn knight rescuing the unicorn princess in the castle’s turret stabbed Sadie in the butt with his plastic sword. On an ouch, she let go of the balloon to rub her butt, and the red heart shot toward the window, taking out the sale sign before sputtering, deflated, at her feet.

  With a hand on her lower back, Sadie stuck the knight in the turret and gave the unicorn princess the sword. There might have been a time—twenty years ago—when she believed in fairy tales, but no longer. None of the frogs she’d kissed as a little girl had turned into princes as advertised, and she hadn’t fared any better as an adult who should have known better.

  She bent to retriev
e the sale sign from the floor but her stomach got in the way as much as the wooden replica of Edinburgh Castle behind her. If it were up to her, the castle would end up in the storage room, along with half the store’s merchandise.

  Unicorn-themed clothes, stuffed animals, books, toys, and tchotchkes fought for space on shelves draped in white fairy lights. Seasonal gifts were crowded on tables with bases carved to resemble trees while whimsical children’s furniture sat on the white oak floor. Gold-glitter stars, pastel-colored rainbows, and inspirational unicorn art adorned the walls as angel unicorns rode across the ceiling on white cardboard clouds.

  When she was much younger, she’d loved hanging out at the store with her grandmother. Sadie had been into unicorns, glitter, and rainbows as much as Agnes back then. But that had been before the kids at school found out that not only did Sadie’s grandmother believe in unicorns, she also had the second sight.

  Sadie glanced at Agnes, hoping for some help retrieving the signage, but whoever was on the other end of the phone had captured her grandmother’s full attention. Sadie straightened and put a hand on the glass for balance as she attempted to get the tape on the sign to stick to her sneaker. After three tries that left her sweaty and frustrated, she managed to raise the sign a few inches off the floor. It didn’t help so she kicked the sign up and into the air and made a grab for it.

  As she reached out to snag the sign, she noticed a man across the road leaning against a dark sedan. In the open black dress coat he wore over his dark suit, he looked like he’d stepped off the cover of GQ magazine. And while she might not have been able to make out the color of his eyes from that distance, she definitely felt the intensity of his stare. He studied her like she was a bug under a microscope.

  And maybe because his cool, calculating gaze flustered her, she lost her balance at the same time she snagged the sign. Using the window to save herself from falling, she ended up like a pregnant starfish plastered against the glass. A cute couple walking hand in hand on the sidewalk in front of the store smiled up at her. She managed the semblance of a smile in return, the left side of her mouth ticking up.

  The cute couple looked down and laughed. She chuckled and rolled her eyes like she was in on the joke and raised a mocking hand to her hairband. Except they were looking down, not up. Another couple joined them. Cute couple number one pointed at Sadie, and the four of them shared a laugh at her expense.

  She followed their gazes but couldn’t see past the top of her stomach. Frustrated, but no less stubborn than her grandmother, she acknowledged their friendly waves with a finger-wave of her own. Then, once they were out of sight, she lifted the hem of the sweatshirt to see what they’d been looking at.

  Her eyes went wide. “Granny, you’ve got me stuck in the front window wearing a sweatshirt that says I’m horny!”

  Suddenly remembering that the cute couples hadn’t been her only audience, her gaze shot to the man across the road. At the sight of the huge, naked, and stretch-marked stomach she’d just flashed him, she was surprised not to see a grossed-out expression on his incredibly handsome face. Like the one Drew made whenever he caught a glimpse of her naked. Something that happened more frequently than she wanted because the man was still living with—off—her, and her place wasn’t big enough for the almost-three of them. It was her fault they were still cohabitating after the crap he’d pulled. She blamed it on her fatal flaw.

  Despite all the men in her life proving that they couldn’t be trusted, she’d let herself get sucked in by Drew. She’d bought his half-truths and lies of omission, but no longer. She was done with him. Done with men in general. She’d raise her baby on her own. She’d devote herself to building a beautiful, drama-free life for just the two of them.

  Tugging down her sweatshirt without giving the man across the road a second glance, she called to her grandmother. “Granny, did you hear me?”

  Agnes responded with a distracted “I didn’t have any Hoping for a Unicorn sweatshirts left in your size.” Then she went back to stuffing twenty-dollar bills from the open cash drawer into an envelope.

  Sadie frowned. “What are you doing?”

  “Nothing.” Her grandmother slid the envelope behind her back and lifted her chin at the door. “We’re in for it now. Brooklyn Sutherland is headed our way. I told the girls they should have invited her to your shower but no one listened to me. That’s what happens when you get old. No one—”

  “I’m onto you, Granny. Don’t bother trying to distract me. I’m not taking your money. I’m fine, so put the twenties back in the cash drawer.” Sadie had been venting about Drew to her best friends at the surprise baby shower they’d hosted for her the night before, and Agnes had overheard her tale of woe.

  Drew had gotten fired for drinking on the job last month, a circumstance he blamed on being stressed about the baby. On top of that, just hours before the shower, she’d discovered he’d maxed out her credit card while online shopping because, he’d whined, he was bored.

  The front door chimed, and Sadie glanced over her shoulder. Her grandmother hadn’t been lying. Brooklyn walked in with a thin-lipped smile on her pageant-winning face. They’d been frenemies since grade school. Brooklyn had recently moved back to Highland Falls to open Spill the Tea on Main Street with her mother, who was the biggest gossip in town.

  “I hear your baby shower was the event of the season,” Brooklyn said with a hint of the South in her voice as she flicked her long auburn hair over the shoulder of her plaid-lined trench coat. She’d always been blunt and to the point, traits that had once annoyed Sadie but that she now found herself admiring. At least Brooklyn was honest.

  “Congratulations, by the way,” her grade school frenemy continued. “I haven’t seen you since I’ve been home.”

  “Thanks. About the shower,” Sadie said, placing a hand on the knight’s head to gingerly climb out of the display window. “It was a surprise, so I didn’t have a say in the guest list, and my friends, Abby and Mallory, they haven’t been in town long. They wouldn’t have known to invite you. But hey, it saved you from having to buy a shower gift.” She smiled, then gestured at the shop under construction across the road to distract Brooklyn from her obviously hurt feelings, which made Sadie feel horrible. “Congrats to you too.”

  Sadie noticed GQ guy was still hanging around, only now he had a cell phone pressed to his ear. It annoyed her that her attention kept going back to the man. It shouldn’t matter that he was drop-dead gorgeous.

  Moving so he was out of her line of sight, she refocused on Brooklyn. “Granny says you’re getting lots of buzz. When’s the opening?”

  “April, if everything goes as planned.” Brooklyn gave her an ingratiating smile. “I was actually hoping you could get your friend Abby to feature us on her YouTube channel. She does such a great job promoting Highland Falls.”

  There was nothing that Abby liked better than promoting local events and businesses, but she might have an issue with some of the gossip Brooklyn’s mother had been spreading around town. Sadie didn’t want to commit without talking to her first.

  “Of course she will,” Agnes chimed in as she closed the cash drawer, the twenties suspiciously missing. “You won’t hear it from my granddaughter, but she’s Abby’s partner, more or less.”

  Less. Sadie worked part-time for Abby but her grandmother was obviously trying to distract Sadie from what she was up to with the cash.

  “She does all her design work and takes care of the technical end of things as well,” Agnes continued, ignoring Sadie’s please stop talking stare. “Our Sadie’s a computer whiz, you know. Just like her brother and her father. Not that I approved of how her father used his technical wizardry, mind you, but Sadie, she’s always used her skills for the greater good. She takes after the MacLeod side in that, she does.”

  Sadie gaped at her grandmother, wondering what had possessed her to talk about Sadie’s father in front of Brooklyn. It had taken years to live down the damage Jeremiah Gray had
done to their family’s reputation. They hadn’t spoken about him in fourteen years.

  She also found it telling—but not surprising—that her grandmother didn’t lump Sadie’s brother Elijah in with their father. Agnes couldn’t see past Elijah’s sparkling honey-brown eyes and mischievous toothpaste-commercial grin to the petty criminal who lay within.

  “If you can put in a good word with Abby for us, I’d really appreciate it.” Brooklyn’s smile had gone from ingratiating to uncomfortable. “We’re looking forward to the airing of your birth day video. Although I was kind of surprised that you agreed to let your baby’s birth be filmed. You were always so private. Abby must be a very persuasive woman. But I’m sure she won’t show, you know, everything.” She waved her hand in the general vicinity of Sadie’s baby bump.

  She now understood Brooklyn’s strained smile. “Trust me, my birth plan does not include lights, cameras, and Abby calling action.”

  Sadie wanted a home delivery with calming music, lavender-scented candles burning, the lights turned down low, and her soft-spoken midwife lovingly guiding Sadie’s baby into the world. “Where did you hear about the episode?”

  “You know Momma, she always gets the inside scoop. She’ll be the one spilling the tea at the store, and I’ll be the one making it,” Brooklyn said, deepening her Southern drawl.

  “Making the actual tea or giving your momma something to gossip about?” Sadie asked, knowing full well what Brooklyn meant but wanting her to think about what being on the receiving end of her mother’s storytelling would be like.

  Brooklyn lifted a shoulder. “I don’t have a life, so I’m safe.”

  But no one else was. “Well, this time, your momma scooped up some fake news.” Sadie planned to call Abby as soon as Brooklyn left, and not just about the birth day episode.

  They had to have a serious conversation about whether Abby should be promoting Spill the Tea. Sadie might have been young when her own family became grist for Babs Sutherland’s rumor mill, but that didn’t mean she didn’t remember what it had been like.

  Sadie waited for her grandmother to chime in. It had been a difficult time for all of them. But Agnes didn’t say a word. Sadie glanced at her, only to discover her grandmother was in the middle of a stealthy getaway.