The fisherman and his wife lived in one of the many mustard yellow cottages dotting the fishing village. He chose their home’s location, a cul-de-sac by the boats that lined the harbor.…
Quinn shouldn’t have stood on her tippy toes. Her shoulders tensed, zooming to her ears. Her new V-neck tee sporting the colorfully frosted cakes crumpled. She shouldn’t have stared at Margo in…
