By Debbie Macomber
Cedar Cove, Washington
Jack and that i are only again from our honeymoon, and I'm wanting to meet up with my neighbors Bob and Peggy Beldon, who run the Thyme and Tide bed-and-breakfast at forty four Cranberry element. It's a favored position yet (needless to say!) issues haven't been a similar due to the fact that a guy died there. seems his identify used to be Max Russell, and Bob had recognized him in brief in Vietnam. no one has any inspiration why he confirmed up or—most vital of all—who killed him. since it now looks that he used to be poisoned. I yes desire, specially for Bob and Peggy's sake, that someone figures it out soon!
Not that they're supplying the single information in Cedar Cove nowadays. Romance looks all over between my friends and family. I'm happy to document that Grace Sherman has greater than her percentage of males. Her daughter Maryellen is getting married to Jon Bowman. And my mom, Charlotte, turns out to have a guy in her existence, too. I'm uncertain how i think approximately that yet….
There's plenty of different gossip i'll inform you. sign up for me at Peggy's position for a cup of tea and one in every of her exceptional blueberry truffles and we'll talk.
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