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Praise for the novels of USA TODAY
bestselling author
RaeAnne Thayne
“Mystery, romance, vivid characters and a
wonderful story; really who could ask for more?”
—Debbie Macomber,
#1 New York Times bestselling author
“A solid plot, realistic, compelling characters and
strong tension make this story hard to put down.”
—RT Book Reviews on A Cold Creek Baby
(4 ½ stars)
“A richly plotted story with characters
that are easy to care about, this one is as emotional as it is funny. Keep some tissues handy.”
—RT Book Reviews on A Cold Creek Holiday
(4 ½ stars)
“Sure to touch many hearts with its wonderfully
sweet romance and exquisitely written characters.”
—RT Book Reviews on
The Cowboy’s Christmas Miracle (4 ½ stars)
“Well-developed characters,
plus plenty of raw emotion—and humor— add up to one of the author’s finest books.”
—RT Book Reviews on His Second-Chance Family
(4 ½ stars, Top Pick)
“A warm, wise story with
emotionally complex and intriguing characters.”
—RT Book Reviews on The Daddy Makeover
(4 ½ stars)
Dear Readers,
More than twenty years ago, my husband and I bought our first home in a small rural Utah town. At the time, we were focused on the charm and potential of the old house itself, too young and naive to think much about the neighbors or the community we were joining. We made friends, had our first child, settled into small-town life.
We didn’t truly realize the importance of community until after we had our second child, who was born with serious medical complications. Suddenly our neighbors and friends rallied around us with countless acts of kindness. Meals and lawn-mowing, a quick note of encouragement, a basket of home-baked treats. During our most difficult moments in the years since, our neighbors and friends have always stepped in to buoy us up.
We have seen the very best of people and we have also learned that a few determined souls can lift and strengthen an entire community, causing ripple-effect kindnesses and bringing everyone together. That’s the message I hope readers take away from Blackberry Summer—that when we reach beyond ourselves, even just a tiny step outside our comfort zone, together we can change lives.
All my best,
RaeAnne
Blackberry Summer
RaeAnne Thayne
As always, to my wonderful husband and children,
who fill my life with laughter and love. Special thanks to Nicole Jordan for a hundred different things, but mostly for believing in me.
CONTENTS
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 ONE
“We are each of us angels with one wing. And we can only fly embracing each other.”
—Luciano de Crescenzo
LOUSY, STUPID HOROSCOPE.
Claire Bradford stood with one hand on the doorway and the other clutching her coffee go-cup as she stared at the chaotic mess inside her store.
According to the stars—at least according to the horoscope in the Hope Gazette she’d scanned while standing in line at her friend Maura’s coffee shop for her morning buzz after dropping the kids off at school—she was supposed to prepare herself for something fun and exciting headed her way today. She had been thinking more along the lines of a few dozen new customers at her bead store or maybe a big commission on one of her more intricate custom pieces.
Discovering that String Fever had been burglarized during the night didn’t exactly fit her personal definition of either fun or exciting.
Beads covered the beige berber in a glittery, jumbled disaster as apparently someone had yanked out an entire vast display of tiny clear drawers and dumped their contents all over the floor. Her cash register drawer was open and the small amount of cash she kept on hand to make change was missing. Her office door had been left ajar, too, something she never did, and even from here, she could see a big, dusty, empty spot on her desk where her computer should be.
She could handle the material loss and her computer was automatically backed up off-site several times a day. The mess, on the other hand, would be a nightmare to clean up. Claire gave a tiny whimper and closed her eyes, dreading the hours and days of work ahead of her, re-sorting all those scattered beads into their hundreds of proper compartments. String Fever was hanging by a thread anyway in the uncertain economy. How could she afford the time and energy involved in setting things to rights again?
Chester whined beside her, his basset hound features even more morose than usual. He was uncanny at picking up her emotions. She scratched behind his acres-long ears. “I know, buddy. Sucks, doesn’t it?”
She dug in her coat pockets to find where she’d stowed her cell phone so that she could dial 9-1-1. She had only punched in one number before the phone vibrated in her hand and suddenly the nuclear meltdown alert ringtone she had programmed for her mother sounded its death knell through the empty store.
Yeah, not much fun or excitement there, either. Rotten horoscope.
Chester whined again. He hated that ringtone as much as she did. Claire swallowed her groan and despite thirty-six years of better instincts, she hit the talk button to accept the call. Ruth Tatum had trained her daughter well. “Mom, I can’t talk right now. Sorry. The store has been robbed. I’ll call you back as soon as I can, okay?”
“Robbed? You’ve got to be kidding!”
“Really, Mom? You think I’d joke about something like this?”
“How would I know?” Ruth went on the defensive, as she did so well. “You’ve always had a weird sense of humor.”
Yeah. That was her. Making up stories about her store being robbed just to go for the cheap laugh. “I’m not joking. The store really has been robbed.”
“That’s terrible! What did they take?”
“I