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Daisy turned to a stout woman who held a Kelly-green midcalf skirt and matching short jacket. Daisy loved that suit—it perfectly complemented her Irish genes—but love wasn’t a good enough reason to keep something that squeezed the breath from her. “Size six.” “Is there some place I could try it on?” “Try it on . . . ?” Daisy imagined popped buttons and exploding seams. “I’ll handle this,” Charity Wagstaff whispered, coming through the milling browsers. “You take care of Cruella.” Daisy shot her eyes toward the heavens. “But remember,” her best friend softly chided, “you’re turning the page, moving on, taking risks. You’re letting go—” “I know, I know.” Forcing a smile, Daisy attended to the brunette. “Make me an offer.” “Ten bucks.” “Ten bucks? That’s a Lladró!” The brunette stared impatiently, as if she were tapping a foot. “It’s a limited edition and it cost $275 last year. They’ve probably broken the mold.” “Well, if it’s so valuable, why’re y’ selling it?” Because it was meant to crown the top layer of a fabulous, fivetier Amaretto wedding cake . . . “Because I’m moving,” Daisy said instead. “And I don’t have the room.” The brunette yawned. “It’s like this—” Daisy tried to look pitiful. But it took memories of her long-departed mutt, Sophie, to produce the tears needed for effect. “My husband died and I have to downsize.” “Twenty bucks,” countered the dry-eyed shopper. “She’ll take it,” Charity said, sneaking up from behind. Her auburn frizz quivering with indignation, Daisy spun toward the sunny blonde. “Have you lost your mind? It’s worth more than twenty dollars. It’s worth more than fifty dollars!” “Let it go.” “It’s so beautiful.” “It’s only clay. Let it go.” “I don’t have all day.” The woman held out a rumpled bill. “Y’ want the twenty or not?”

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Spooning Daisy by Maggie McConnell  

It's a long way from Seattle to Otter Bite, Alaska. But if one woman can survive the trip--and the locals--she just might find what her hear...

Spooning Daisy by Maggie McConnell  

It's a long way from Seattle to Otter Bite, Alaska. But if one woman can survive the trip--and the locals--she just might find what her hear...

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