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“Surprise!” they cried in unison, presenting two ice cream cones. Each cone held two scoops - one with Max’s favorite flavors - vanilla and chocolate - and the other with mine, strawberry, and salted caramel.

“Wow, thank you! This looks delicious,” I said, accepting the cone with a grin.

“Yup, and we even got your favorites! But there’s a catch,” Logan announced, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You have to exchange tastes.”

Max chuckled and raised an eyebrow. “Alright, deal.” We swapped cones and tasted each other’s favorite flavors, laughing at the kids’ clever idea.

After a fun-filled day at the park that night, I tucked Lucy into bed, her curls splayed across the pillow. She looked up at me with those innocent eyes of hers and whispered, “You’re kinda like a second mom, you know?”

My heart clenched at her words, and I hesitated for a moment. Not wanting to overstep or seem like I was trying to replace their late mother, I smiled softly and replied, “I just want to be here for you and Logan, however, you need.”

Sensing the moment’s depth, Lucy snuggled into her covers with a contented sigh. As I quietly closed her bedroom door, my heart swelled with gratitude for this extraordinary family and the love we shared.

Chapter 10

Istrolledthroughthetown square the following morning, reveling in the simple pleasure of my surroundings. The scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, tickling my senses and making me smile. During this leisurely walk, I spotted Maggie, her silver hair shimmering like a halo, while she conversed with a jovial-looking retired man.

Their soft laughter reached me as I approached them, curiosity piquing my interest. “Hey there, Maggie,” I said, tipping my straw hat in their direction.

“Ah, Mia, dear,” Maggie replied, her gentle blue eyes twinkling with delight. “Allow me to introduce you to Sam Samuels, a dear friend.”

“Nice to meet you, Sam!” I exclaimed, extending my hand towards him.

He took it with a warm grip, his smile genuine and welcoming. “The pleasure’s all mine, Mia.”

Maggie, with a serene smile, glanced between Sam and me. “You know, I remember our brief encounter on the beach, Mia,” she said softly. “I’ve seen many faces during my years in Pebble Point, but yours had a unique aura that day, like you were on the cusp of something beautiful.”

“Thank you, Maggie,” I replied, touched by her words. The memory of that day played in my mind - the salty breeze, the glittering ocean, and Max’s powerful presence as we first met.

“Speaking of beautiful things,” Maggie continued, nudging me playfully, “I couldn’t help but notice a certain spark between you and Max. This town may be small, but its eyes are everywhere.”

My cheeks flushed, and I looked down at my hands, fidgeting with the hem of my dress. “Um, well, I... I guess we went to the restaurant together,” I admitted hesitantly.

“Love has a funny way of sneaking up on us when we least expect it, dear,” Maggie said softly, her eyes filled with wisdom.

“Indeed,” agreed Sam, smiling reassuringly. “Just trust your heart, Mia. Whatever happens with Max, this town will always be there to support you.”

I nodded, grateful for their encouragement, but once again, overwhelmed by the openness of the people of Pebble Point.

As I looked at Maggie and Sam, I couldn’t help but notice how their eyes met with a sense of familiarity and fondness. The curiosity got the better of me. “So, how did the two of you become such good friends? It seems like there’s a story there.”

“Maggie’s cheeks turned a shade pinker as she exchanged a glance with Sam. He cleared his throat before beginning, ‘Well, it all started at the school where I taught English. Maggie here was the heart and soul of the cafeteria.’

‘Ah, those were the days,’ Maggie sighed, leaning back on the bench, her face filled with nostalgia.

‘Indeed,’ Sam continued a twinkle in his eye. ‘We’d often find ourselves chatting during lunch breaks, debating literary works and sharing our thoughts on them. We mutually appreciated each other’s professions.’

‘Sam always had a way of making Shakespeare accessible even to the most disinterested students,’ Maggie chimed in, smiling warmly at him.”

“And Maggie could turn even the simplest ingredients into a culinary masterpiece,” Sam replied, patting her hand affectionately.

“I listened to their story, my heart swelling with warmth. Their friendship was a testament to the power of connection and shared interests. Clearly, they had forged a bond that transcended age and time.

Maggie seemed to sense my thoughts and offered me a pearl of wisdom. ‘You know, Mia,’ she began, her voice soft yet filled with understanding, ‘love has its own timeline. What truly matters is the depth and understanding between two souls.’

Her words resonated within me, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Indeed, each relationship possesses its own distinctiveness, developing and transforming at its own rhythm.”

As our conversation came to a close, it was time for us to go our separate ways. Sam stood up first, adjusting his round glasses with a warm smile.

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