“A year before, she’d moved to Celebration Bay, New York, from Manhattan, complete with a totally new “country” wardrobe of corduroy, plaids, comfortable shoes, even a hat with earflaps. Now she only brought out the earflaps when it was below ten degrees, which, being early October, it wasn’t, and her jacket had finally lost its shiny, right-off-the-racks-at-L.L.Bean look. And she was getting a lot fewer digs about being a city girl. Actually, since she’d taken over the duties of town event ...planner, attendance to activities had tripled, and she was becoming an accepted member of the community, most of the time. Her assistant, Ted Driscoll, a tall, lean man of a certain age and an untalked-about past, tucked up his collar then took her elbow. Beneath the jacket he was wearing a black pullover with a bat knitted onto the front. Ted loved his holidays, and the women at the Yarn Barn kept him in festive sweaters, scarves, vests, and hats.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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