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country is one of them. I enjoy the story in the lyrics. Remember that my father is American.”
    â€œYou don’t sound even half-­American.”
    â€œThat’s because I’ve spent the last few years almost entirely in London and abroad, except to visit Sophia in New York.”
    â€œSo you’ve remained close.” He walked across the room and turned on another light.
    â€œYeah, and Garret is a good big brother. He attended lots of make-­believe tea parties for me and Sophia. I’ve always adored him. He went through a bit of a troubled time, but I had faith in him. And I know you’re close to your siblings. Mattie said so. Is your brother, Danny, involved in the brewery?”
    â€œJust building the bar and maybe some other carpentry work I might need. He might bartend here and there just for fun. But Danny has his hands full with the daily business of running the marina. He does a little fish guiding here and there, but now that Jimmy Topmiller is living here, guiding and setting up a few tournaments, he has some time to do other things. My friend Colby is going to help me bartend and later maybe take on a role in sales and delivery. Danny’s friend Avery Dean might come to work for me too.”
    â€œIt takes a village.”
    â€œYeah, and my mom is going to help out babysitting once Mattie can come back to the bistro. Everybody will pitch in. That’s how we do it round here.”
    â€œWe’ll all be so glad when the baby girl has arrived. My mother cleared her schedule so she can have an extended stay here. It’s going to be quite nice to have all of us together for a few weeks.” Grace smiled just thinking about it. “Oh, this is a cute little shop.” She looked around. “Has a little bit of everything.”
    â€œAfter my parents moved to Florida, Mattie put her touch here and there. Funny, we always considered her kind of a tomboy, but she blossomed with Garret. Wait until you see Walking on Sunshine Bistro.”
    â€œMattie showed me pictures. I love that she got some of her inspiration for the bistro while living in London with Garret.”
    â€œMy little sister really surprised us all. Before she decked it all out, Walking on Sunshine Bistro was called Breakfast, Books, and Bait.”
    â€œAn interesting mix of offerings, I must say. Bait? Really?”
    â€œArtificial bass bait. It’s gone from the bistro. We only sell it here now.” Mason pointed to a display of fishing-­related gear and walked over toward an office. “The local fishermen liked being able to buy bait while waiting for breakfast. Now the bistro attracts a wide variety of customers.”
    â€œWhat about the books?”
    â€œMattie still has the books at the back of the bistro. It’s used books that are donated or exchanged. All sold for a buck. The proceeds go toward a literacy program in Cricket Creek.”
    â€œWhat a lovely concept. I’ll have to check out the selection while I’m here. I enjoy a good read now and then.” Grace followed Mason through boating accessories to a small grocery section tucked to the side. She eyed the rack of snacks with a bit of guilty longing. “What on earth are pork rinds?”
    Mason walked over and tossed her a bag, which of course Grace failed to catch. “Deep-­fried pork skins.” He arched one eyebrow in silent challenge.
    Grace felt a flash of delight. “Oh right, they’re called pork scratchings in England. Don’t mind if I do.” Grace pulled the bag open and took a crunchy bite. “Mmm, tasty.”
    Mason folded his arms across his chest and gave her a long look. “Interesting.”
    â€œWhat, that I eat them? Of course I would love something this rotten for you. And don’t get me started on bacon. I do believe I’d eat a shoe if it was wrapped in bacon.”
    Mason shook his head. “Here I thought pork rinds were a