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a decision, he doubted Kennedy would cooperate. If you’d asked him yesterday what he knew about Kennedy Anderson, he’d have said she was a nice woman.
Earlier today, when he saw what she’d done for Jenny and her daughter, he’d still have said as much.
Tonight, after eating dinner with her and trying to talk about the baby, he’d say she had a will of iron. That she had unflagging energy and determination, juggling the town, her shop, the Center, and her pregnancy.
But there were more layers to Kennedy Anderson. He couldn’t help but wonder why she’d left the house unchanged. Why she hadn’t done more to prepare for the baby. And why she seemed so adamant that she didn’t need any help.
She’d been right when she’d said they hardly knew each other.
But he was taking time off and staying in Cupid Falls long enough to figure out what to do about the bab y . . . and maybe while he was at it, he’d figure out what made Kennedy Anderson tick.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was a blissfully quiet weekend. Kennedy had been nervous that Malcolm was going to hound her every waking moment, but he left her alone.
She caught a glimpse of him Saturday morning as he walked in front of the flower shop’s plate glass window. She assumed he was heading to the Center. She thought he might call her with some questions about it, but he didn’t. It was one of the rare weekends that nothing was going on there. Next weekend was the official beginning of the holiday season and there was a big craft show. There were probably a dozen different activities planned between that and the holiday itself. The other big event was the weekend before Christmas. It was the Everything But a Dog Foundation’s adoption day, followed by its fund-raiser Christmas ball. A lot of people had started calling it the Bow-Wow Ball, since the proceeds would go to the foundation.
Clarence had taken to calling it the Bow-Wow—both long O’s—Ball to tease her. Kennedy would never admit it, but he did make her laugh. From what she’d seen, he made Joan laugh as well, despite his occasional trips to the froghouse . Maybe that was the key to a good relationshi p . . . finding someone who could make you laugh more often than they annoyed you.
On Sunday she went to church, then bundled up and took a walk through town. She took her job as mayor seriously. As mayor it was her job to see to it Cupid Falls grew and thrived. As she walked down the street, past Books and Stuff and the Cupboard, she felt as if she was making headway.
As she walked by the flower shop, she looked across the street at the grocery store. There was an empty storefront next to it. She was actively trying to attract a new business there. She hated looking out her window and seeing the vacant shop. It seemed like so much lost potential.
She walked between the flower shop and the Center, through the snow-covered back lawn, then down the path to Falls Creek. There was a giant glacial boulder at the edge of the water. It gave her the perfect vantage point to watch the falls.
Cupid’s Falls was only about six, maybe eight feet high. The water poured from the creek above, down a rocky face, and back to the creek again. Through the years the waterfall had hollowed out a swimming hole beneath it. Where the water fell it was easily seven or eight feet deep, but farther back it was only four or five. She knew that generations of the town’s kids had come here in the summer to swim.
Even more had sat on this boulder together. Couples.
She knew the legend of the falls.
She wasn’t sure she believed it, but she liked the idea of capitalizing on it as a draw for the town and for the Center. Well, if Malcolm agreed to sell her the business.
Maybe that summed up her problems. She looked at this beautiful place as a business opportunity, not a romantic place of local lore.
She refused to remember standing here with Malcolm after his mother’s funeral. How they’d sat side by side on this
Earlier today, when he saw what she’d done for Jenny and her daughter, he’d still have said as much.
Tonight, after eating dinner with her and trying to talk about the baby, he’d say she had a will of iron. That she had unflagging energy and determination, juggling the town, her shop, the Center, and her pregnancy.
But there were more layers to Kennedy Anderson. He couldn’t help but wonder why she’d left the house unchanged. Why she hadn’t done more to prepare for the baby. And why she seemed so adamant that she didn’t need any help.
She’d been right when she’d said they hardly knew each other.
But he was taking time off and staying in Cupid Falls long enough to figure out what to do about the bab y . . . and maybe while he was at it, he’d figure out what made Kennedy Anderson tick.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was a blissfully quiet weekend. Kennedy had been nervous that Malcolm was going to hound her every waking moment, but he left her alone.
She caught a glimpse of him Saturday morning as he walked in front of the flower shop’s plate glass window. She assumed he was heading to the Center. She thought he might call her with some questions about it, but he didn’t. It was one of the rare weekends that nothing was going on there. Next weekend was the official beginning of the holiday season and there was a big craft show. There were probably a dozen different activities planned between that and the holiday itself. The other big event was the weekend before Christmas. It was the Everything But a Dog Foundation’s adoption day, followed by its fund-raiser Christmas ball. A lot of people had started calling it the Bow-Wow Ball, since the proceeds would go to the foundation.
Clarence had taken to calling it the Bow-Wow—both long O’s—Ball to tease her. Kennedy would never admit it, but he did make her laugh. From what she’d seen, he made Joan laugh as well, despite his occasional trips to the froghouse . Maybe that was the key to a good relationshi p . . . finding someone who could make you laugh more often than they annoyed you.
On Sunday she went to church, then bundled up and took a walk through town. She took her job as mayor seriously. As mayor it was her job to see to it Cupid Falls grew and thrived. As she walked down the street, past Books and Stuff and the Cupboard, she felt as if she was making headway.
As she walked by the flower shop, she looked across the street at the grocery store. There was an empty storefront next to it. She was actively trying to attract a new business there. She hated looking out her window and seeing the vacant shop. It seemed like so much lost potential.
She walked between the flower shop and the Center, through the snow-covered back lawn, then down the path to Falls Creek. There was a giant glacial boulder at the edge of the water. It gave her the perfect vantage point to watch the falls.
Cupid’s Falls was only about six, maybe eight feet high. The water poured from the creek above, down a rocky face, and back to the creek again. Through the years the waterfall had hollowed out a swimming hole beneath it. Where the water fell it was easily seven or eight feet deep, but farther back it was only four or five. She knew that generations of the town’s kids had come here in the summer to swim.
Even more had sat on this boulder together. Couples.
She knew the legend of the falls.
She wasn’t sure she believed it, but she liked the idea of capitalizing on it as a draw for the town and for the Center. Well, if Malcolm agreed to sell her the business.
Maybe that summed up her problems. She looked at this beautiful place as a business opportunity, not a romantic place of local lore.
She refused to remember standing here with Malcolm after his mother’s funeral. How they’d sat side by side on this
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