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“It’s not, and I solemnly swear that I will only talk to Ronan when no one else is around, okay?”

“Thank you,” they all said in unison.”

“I’ll let you all go. Drive safe and keep in touch, okay?”

“Take care of yourself, sweetheart,” her mother said before hanging up.

With nothing left to do, Fallon was about to pull out of her parking spot when Angela came up and knocked on her window.

Rolling it down, Fallon looked up in confusion. Had they changed their mind? Were they giving her another chance?

“Hey, Angela,” she began warily. “Is everything okay?”

“I know this is awkward, but…I need your badge back.”

So…no second chance.

Ugh.

Reaching into her satchel, she took the badge out and quietly handed it over.

“Thanks, Fallon. And good luck.”

She barely managed a small smile before Angela turned and walked away.

This time when she went to pull out of her spot, no one was stopping her, and she forced herself to stay calm until she got home.

Then she was going to scream into her pillow and cry before eating a pint of Rocky Road ice cream. Who cares if it was only 10:30 in the morning? The only one whose opinion mattered right now was her own.

“And I am one hundred percent okay with ice cream for brunch,” she murmured.

As she continued to drive, she thought about her options and knew some of the things her mother said were correct. First, she couldn’t keep moving from state to state, but…she also didn’t want to stay in Missouri. Going back to Laurel Bay made the most sense.

“So I guess now I need to break it to yet another landlord that I’m leaving.”

And then she had to deal with the very real possibility that she was a fraud and knowing that everyone back in Laurel Bay was going to know it too.

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Rescue Me

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Laurel Bay’s annual Spring Fling block party was known for the three F’s: food, fun, and festivities. But this year they were going to have to add a fourth F.

Fighting.

Ivy Davis sat on the front steps of Donovan’s Pub and shook her head. “I expect this sort of thing on St. Patrick’s Day, but not during the Fling.”

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