Chapter One
Maggie stuffed the woody stems of a cloud of white lilacs into a gallon jar, and
some of the water spilled over onto the counter in the kitchenette of her
parents' guest house. "J.T. Wainwright," she said, with typical McCaffrey
conviction and a wealth of personal experience to back up her theory, "is a
whole new twelve-step program, looking for a place to happen. I'm trying to
start a business here. Make a life for myself. I don't need that kind of
trouble."
Daphne Hargreaves Evanston, her best friend since Miss Filbert's kindergarten
class at the old schoolhouse, now an historical monument, like the Brimstone
Saloon across the street from it, watched with a wry and twinkly smile as Maggie
took a sponge from the sink to wipe up the overflow. Married for the past two
years, Daphne was glowingly happy and wanted to see all her friends find the
same rather irksome bliss. "Oh, come on, Mags," she chided cheerfully. "J.T. was
a little wild as a kid, but he became a cop, so he must have straightened out."
Maggie was stubbornly silent, and Daphne, who could be just as stubborn, fixed
her with a mock glare.
"He was a cop," Maggie allowed in due time, and som ... read full excerpt from Springwater Wedding ebook
