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As always, thank you to my husband, Dan, and our kids, Emily and Jake, who support my career every day. Love you guys!
My appreciation goes to Jon Wright at Taylor Farm in Londonderry, Vermont, for a great conversation about the logging industry in Vermont. Obviously, the business and the politics of forestry and logging are far more complex than presented here, but hopefully I was able to give you a glimpse of what Gavin’s professional life might be like. Holly and I also LOVED the sleigh ride!
Special thanks to my sister-in-law Kris Swank, fragrance counter expert, for consulting on the perfect scent for Gavin, and for making sure my son always smells so good.
And thank you most of all to the readers, who make this the best “job” anyone could ever hope to have. You all are the best, and I appreciate every one of you more than you’ll ever know.
xoxo
Marie
Don’t miss the next Green Mountain Romance
AIN’T SHE SWEET
Charlotte “Charley” Abbott has gone out with every guy under thirty-five in Butler, Vermont—except for one. Tyler Westcott’s attempts to date her may be determined, and frequent, but Charley can’t stand how he acts like he knows her better than she knows herself. So when Tyler turns up at the ru
Tyler knows that behind Charley’s prickly personality and dismissive attitude is a sweet woman he wants in his life. And when Charley suffers an injury while training, Tyler is ready to prove that the perfect man for her has been right there all along . . .
Available April 2016 from the Berkley Group!
If you missed Will and Cameron’s wedding story, turn the page for a preview of the novella
YOU’LL BE MINE
Available now as an e-novella
and in the anthology Ask Me Why
Along with their parents,
Patrick Murphy & Lincoln and Molly Abbott,
Cameron Murphy and Will Abbott
invite you to attend their wedding
on Saturday, October 24, at 2 P.M.
at their home in Butler, Vermont.
Reception to follow immediately.
Two days before her wedding to Will Abbott, Cameron Murphy shut off her laptop at exactly one forty-five in the afternoon and left it in the office she shared with her fiancé. She wouldn’t need the computer for two weeks. The next time she returned to the office, he’d be her husband and they’d be back from their honeymoon.
Filled with giddy excitement, Cameron turned off the office light and closed the door behind her. Will was already gone for the day, ru
Their office manager, Mary, stood up and came around her desk to give Cameron a hug. “Enjoy every minute of this special time,” she said, nearly reducing Cameron to tears.
“Thank you so much, Mary. I’ll see you tomorrow night, right?” She was one of a few special friends invited to join the family for the rehearsal di
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“I’ll see you then.”
Cameron skipped down the stairs and into the store where she was greeted with more hugs and good wishes from the employees. While no one would mistake her little old nuptials for the royal wedding, it sort of had that feel to it. In Butler, Vermont, the Abbotts were royalty. With a family of ten children and businesses that employed numerous members of the local community, an Abbott wedding was big news.
She accepted a hug, a kiss, best wishes and a cider doughnut from Dottie, who ran the doughnut counter. After talking wedding plans with Dottie and the other ladies for a couple of minutes, Cameron took her doughnut to the store’s front porch to enjoy it in relative peace. With only two days to go, she was no longer worried about fitting into her dress, so she took a seat on one of the rockers and ate her treat in guilt-free heaven.
She’d no sooner begun to relax than who should appear on a leisurely stroll down Elm Street but her very own stalker, Fred the Moose. Cameron sank deeper into the rocker, hoping Fred wouldn’t notice her. In all her years of living in New York City and after scores of first dates, she’d never had an actual stalker—until she came to Vermont and slammed her MINI Cooper into Fred, the Butler town moose. Since then he’d taken such a keen interest in her that Will’s dad, Lincoln, had recently concluded that Fred had a crush on her.
Fantastic. A moose with a crush. With her dad due at two, and Patrick Murphy always on time, the last thing she needed was yet another mooseastrophy. Fortunately, Fred didn’t see her sitting on the porch and continued on his merry way, leaving Cameron to breathe easier about Fred but not about her dad’s impending arrival.
The thought of her billionaire businessman father in tiny Butler had provoked more nerves than anything else about the upcoming weekend. Marrying Will? No worries at all. Getting through the wedding? Who cared if it all went wrong? At the end of the day, she’d be married to Will. That was all that mattered. But bringing Patrick here to this place she now called home?
Cameron drew in a deep breath and blew it out. She hoped he wouldn’t do or say something to make her feel less at home here, because she loved everything about Butler and her life with Will in Vermont. She’d experienced mud season—along with a late-season blast of snow—spring, summer and now the glorious autumn, which was, without a doubt, her favorite season so far.
How could she adequately describe the russet glow of the trees, the vivid blue skies, the bright su
Cameron couldn’t have asked for a better time of year to pitch a tent in their enormous yard and throw a great big party. All her favorite autumn touches would be incorporated into the wedding, and she couldn’t wait to see it all come together on Saturday. At Will’s suggestion, they’d hired a wedding pla