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and her skin more olive.
She wasn’t fooling anybody. Her pure soul shone through those dark, mysterious
eyes. There was no hiding the real Maggie. He could see right through her
attempt to be someone she wasn’t.
    He sat up a little straighter when Maggie walked by.
Wendy reached over and touched his hand. She smiled and patted him. He focused
on her hand. Wendy Owens was a catch any single man in town would love to get.
    Wendy was beautiful without trying. She was always
up for anything—was one of the guys . He didn’t have to wait on her to put
on makeup like the other girls in town, or fix her hair. Today she had jumped
into his truck and quickly put her silky blonde hair on all sorts of crazy
criss-crosses that wrapped around her head in two rows leaving a few wispies
flying in the wind from the open window.
    Not that he didn’t like being Maggie’s experiment.
He worshipped her. He went along with whatever she suggested. He could still
hear her tender words the night before she left for college.
    “What if we give up our opportunity, Mitchell?” Make
love to me. Give me a reason to visit.”
    He recalled how easy it was to get lost in the way
she looked at him. He lost all control. From years of desire, he took his time
and gave Maggie everything she begged for. Everything he ever dreamed up came
true that night. Mitch begged her to stay, he gave all of himself to her on the
promise she’d be back.
    Hopeful, he watched Maggie climb out his bedroom
window. The next day he went to the cemetery early. Maggie was there and Mitch
hid in the bushes. That’s when he knew she’d never leave town without telling
her parents goodbye.
    “Let’s go.” Mitch grabbed Wendy’s hand. He whispered
in her ear, “I need you.”
    “Mitchell!” Hazel Greenlee profusely waved her hands
in the air, at least twenty bracelets jingled around her small wrist. He waved
over to the Greenlee’s and Liz Day.
    Against his better judgment, he knew he better go
over and say hello. It would be quick. He was on a mission that didn’t include
the Greenlee’s.
    Mitch’s finger tingled where Wendy squeezed his hand
too tight. It was her secret way of telling him to cut it short so he could
make good on his promise he had whispered moments ago. As Mayor, he was always
stopped by someone wherever they went.
    “Mornin’ ladies.” Mitch made sure to give everyone
eye contact, but lingered a little too long on Maggie.
    Wendy tugged Mitch’s arm. Her signal for him to cut
it short. “Belle, it was a lovely shower yesterday. I had a wonderful time.”
    “Why thank you.” Belle flipped her hair behind her
ear, sat up a little taller, and reached over grabbing Maggie’s hand. “Anything
for our little bride.”
    Mitch noticed Maggie didn’t look up. She continued
to fiddle with her engagement ring that was nauseatingly big. Nothing he’d be
able to afford—especially on the Mayor’s salary.
    “Liz, you must come over to Mitchell’s and give him
some decorating tips.” Oh boy, Mitch had to get Wendy out of there fast. “I can
only do so much and then it’s too feminine for him. We love the office couch.”
    There was no way Mitch was going to let some fancy
interior designer wreck havoc on his farm house. He loved the wood burning
stove. The large wood beams hung from the ceiling, and the wood chips trickled
all over the floor where he had carried the wood in.
    He wasn’t going to speak up. Wendy was proving a
point and he wasn’t going to stop her—yet.
    “Anytime. Just give me a call.” Liz Day handed Wendy
a business card. Liz and her son, Hayes, had moved to Grandberry a few months
ago to start a new life.
    Grandberry Falls embraced their only interior
decorator, who was much needed to help restore the beautiful historic downtown
and old homes that made Grandberry Falls a very desirable place to live in the
south.
    “First she has to get started on helping me plan the
New Year’s Eve bash,” Maggie’s Aunt Jenna