A Stonecreek Christmas Reunion. Michelle Major

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      As if that didn’t complicate things enough, she’d then fallen for Trevor’s brother Griffin, the black-sheep of the Stone family, who’d returned to town to work on the vineyard the family owned and operated outside town. When Griffin broke her heart a little over a month ago, it had made her question everything.

      Everything except her dedication to the town, which was why she had to do an amazing job as mayor. Her work was everything to her now. She might be a dismal failure at love, but she could succeed at this.

      “Maybe you’re the one who’s changed,” Jacob told her gently. “I’ve known you since you were a wee girl, Ms. Maggie. You were always the apple of your grandmother’s eye. She wouldn’t have encouraged you the way she did if she didn’t think you could handle it. I see how hard you’re working for the town. Everyone around here does, and we appreciate it.”

      “Thanks, Jacob.” Emotion clogged Maggie’s throat. “I’m going to go check on Dora Gianelli at the bakery. It’s the first business we’re spotlighting as part of the campaign. What says holidays more than hot chocolate and a Christmas cookie?”

      “Cocktail weenies and a beer?” he suggested.

      She nudged his arm, the tension in her shoulders relaxing as she grinned. “When are you going to come to Christmas with our family? There’s plenty of room.”

      “Vivian likes to keep things private,” he said, scrubbing a hand over his whiskered jaw.

      “Grammy would love to have you join us,” Maggie countered, even though she’d never discussed the matter with her grandmother.

      “She never mentioned it to me.”

      Maggie rolled her eyes. “She gets busy around this time of year. I’m not going to force you, but keep it in mind, okay?”

      “Okay,” he agreed. “I’ve got one more string of lights to hang.” He held up a hand when she opened her mouth to comment. “Trust me on this. One more strand will be the perfect amount.”

      She nodded. “I’ll see you later tonight at the tree lighting.”

      “The whole town will be here to make you look good.” He rubbed a hand over his jaw once more. “I may even shave for the occasion.”

      She leaned in and bussed him on the cheek. “I’m lucky to have you.”

      Maggie watched for another minute as he climbed the ladder, feeling marginally better that she could accomplish her goal. There was no reason LiveSoft wouldn’t want to come to Stonecreek. Nestled in the heart of Central Oregon’s Willamette Valley, the town had great restaurants, outdoor activities, a fantastic school system and tight-knit community.

      Groaning softly, Maggie realized she was becoming a bit too obsessed with work when even her internal thoughts made her sound like a billboard for the town.

      She turned to head across the town square toward the bakery only to find Griffin Stone blocking her path.

      He looked as handsome as ever, the bright afternoon sunlight shining off his dark blond hair. He wore a flannel button-down, faded jeans and work boots. She couldn’t see his green eyes because of the sunglasses perched on his nose, but the set of his jaw and the way his broad shoulders remained rigid told her this wasn’t going to be an easy conversation.

      Fine. Maggie wasn’t in the mood for easy when it came to Griffin. She’d had plenty of time to get over him. She was over him so she could certainly manage a few words without losing her mind.

      “I’m busy,” she said and started down the path that would take her out the west gate of the town square. Stonecreek Sweets was on the north end, but she told herself she needed the exercise walking around the block would give her. Just because she could handle talking to Griffin didn’t mean she wanted to handle it.

      “You can’t avoid me forever,” came his rough reply from behind her.

      “I can try,” she said over her shoulder and quickened her pace. It didn’t matter. Griffin caught up with her in a few long strides.

      “Maggie, stop.” He reached for her arm, but she yanked away.

      “Do. Not. Touch. Me.”

      He held up his hands, palms out. “Fine. Okay. Sorry.”

      Her eyes narrowed.

      “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

      “It’s fine,” she lied.

      “I called you.” He ran a hand through his hair, looking past her. “Eventually.”

      She sniffed. “I blocked your number. Take a hint.”

      “This isn’t you,” he said, glancing back at her.

      “Oh, yes,” she shot back. “This is me. You know how I’m sure of that? Because I never left. I’ve been here the whole time. Some of us don’t have the luxury to take off when things get too real, Griffin.”

      “That’s not what happened. It’s complica—”

      “Don’t say complicated. That word is off-limits with us,” she told him. “Along with apologies. Remember?”

      “I remember everything.”

      Despite her resolve to hate this man, his words felt like a caress against her skin, a secret promise and one she knew he could fulfill with remarkable skill. All the more reason to hold tight to her willpower.

      “Go away,” she said, not bothering to try to hide the pain from her voice. Let him understand he hurt her. That was all on him.

      He sighed. “Give me a chance to explain.”

      “I don’t need an explanation. You ran off to your ex-girlfriend. Sends a pretty clear message, you know?”

      “I called,” he repeated.

      “Almost two weeks after you left.”

      “Things were crazy and I—”

      “You said you loved me,” she blurted, and it felt like sandpaper coated her throat. “Here’s some advice for next time. Don’t say ‘I love you’ if it doesn’t mean anything.” She took a step closer to him, ignoring the tears that sprang to her eyes. So much for being unaffected. Maybe what she needed to truly move on was to get this out of her system. “If you love someone, you tell them everything. Not weeks later or when it’s convenient. I don’t know what happened between you and Cassie, and I don’t care. Go to her again if that’s what she needs. We’re finished, Griffin.”

      “She died.”

      Maggie drew in a sharp breath and watched as Griffin pulled off his sunglasses and tucked them into his shirt pocket. His eyes were sad, almost hollow, and darn it all if she didn’t want to reach out to him, offer whatever comfort she could.

      But no. It was too late for СКАЧАТЬ