Untouched A Cedar Cove Novella by Melody Grace Page B

need to go into town.”
    “If you say so.” Lacey’s voice is doubtful, but she doesn’t press. “Call me later, babe.”
    “Love you.”
    I hang up, and grip the steering wheel determinedly. It’ll be simple: I’ve got a plan, just like I said to Lacey. I’ll get the beach house packed up, hand the keys over to the realtor, and leave town for good this time—no mess, no fuss, and damn well no moping over old memories.
    I head around the next bend, and all of a sudden, the familiar sign comes into view.
    Welcome to Cedar Cove. Population 5,654.
    Despite all my good intentions to leave the past in its dark, deep grave, I can’t help it. One look at that peeling wooden board is all it takes for my mind to go racing back, four years ago, to the last time I drove down this road.
    The day when I met him.