Four weeks ago she’d arrived in Paradise to start over. Now everything was all messed up. Jake, her parents, Beck.Maggie gave the nearest bag of peat moss a vengeful kick. It burst open, spewing its contents into the air. Grabbing a rake, she spread the peat moss over the garden.There wasn’t a thing she could do right now about Jake and her parents, except pray, but Beck... It was nearly eight o’clock on a Saturday evening. She’d bet he was home. She could and would deal with him.She washed her hands and tossed on clean clothes. Ten minutes later she was on her bike, pedaling with determination down the street.A car. She needed a car and soon. Transporting flowers and plants in the basket was becoming ridiculous. Maybe Mack could give her a lead on a vehicle.She turned her head toward Mack’s house, but it was dark. He was no doubt at Bitsy’s enjoying dinner. Maggie easily admitted that she was envious of their relationship. The easy friendship and affection.Behind Mack’s little house, the sun had barely begun to set, providing a brilliant palate of orange and red against a silhouette of clouds.
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