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On the Friday before Memorial Day, the long, wooded drive down to The Misfit Inn was already lined with vehicles. People were headed toward the house with coolers hauled between them, camp chairs over shoulders, and picnic blankets tucked under arms. Logan could already hear the musicians tuning up out back for the inaugural performance of the season. For something that had been impromptu entertainment last summer during Flynn's initial stay, Jam Night had become The Place To Be on Friday night in Eden's Ridge as soon as the evenings turned warm. Local musicians from near and far gathered together for a few hours of improvised music, and the townsfolk and guests made a party of it. Logan had enjoyed the hell out of the ones he'd attended. But as he made his way down the crushed-gravel drive, unfamiliar nerves skated over his skin, like that time during his sophomore year of high school, when he showed up at Homecoming with Anna Beth Alton in the wake of her dumping the most popular g
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As she paced in front of her last class, Athena was surprised at the pang she felt. Many of these people had come to every single class. She'd seen them learn and grow and embrace the joy of food, and that was a bigger high than she'd expected. It had been a long time since cooking had been entirely about the food. But while the whole thing had gone better than she'd anticipated, her relief that it was almost over outweighed the pang."Over the past few weeks, we've talked about how all cooking is really, at the root, about the interplay between fat, salt, heat, and acid. We've discussed how to choose the freshest produce, the best cuts of meat. You've practiced your knife skills. You've addressed the challenges of substitutions when you've got limited availability of ingredients. In each class, you've expanded your palate and focused on the food - no distractions - learning to appreciate the taste and quality of your component ingredients and how they interact to create a sum that's
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In the wake of Nigel Hitchens' article, Athena kept a low profile, spending most of her time at the inn or the farm. She kept expecting somebody else to pop out of the woodwork to interrupt her life, set her back again. Though, she'd ultimately handled the whole critic situation with more resilience than she'd have managed without Logan to lean on. He'd been right. She didn't really want to be a part of the haute cuisine world anymore. She hated the needless pretension and the automatic assumption of classism that went along with it. Cooking for real people, normal people had given her more pleasure than she'd expected. Since she'd taken over the breakfast service at the inn, it had become something of a personal challenge to elevate humble ingredients to something more, something memorable. The end result had delighted guests and generated some good reviews for the inn. She'd contributed little enough to the family business since they'd started it last year, so it felt good to manage
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"I don't know how you did this haul so often in the last year." Stepping into Maggie's apartment, Athena dumped her bag and stumbled over to collapse onto the sofa. "How is it that Tennessee feels like a million miles further from L.A. than Chicago does?""Well, having to drive hours to the airport in Nashville before even getting on the plane has a lot to do with it. I'm gonna guess by the fact that you're doing a fine impression of a throw blanket on my couch that you would vote for a nap before going out for dinner?"Throwing an arm over her eyes, Athena considered just passing out right here and skipping food altogether. Then her stomach growled. "Please, God, don't make me people anymore. Can't we just get takeout?""Seriously? After months in Eden's Ridge, you're back in a city, with access to every kind of food known to man, and you'd rather stay in? What happened to you, girl? I've never known you to bail on the chance to try new cuisine.""I'm just wiped out. I guess I've
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In the backseat of the cab, Athena smoothed her sweaty palms over her skirt. She wished she'd gotten the chance to talk to Maggie again this morning. Her sister had been up and out early for work, leaving Athena to get ready for this meeting on her own. Conscious of meeting with a bunch of Hollywood types and the need to make a good impression, she'd spent a lot more time and effort on her appearance than usual. Hair. Makeup. A dress. Heels she hoped never to see again. Stuff she usually reserved for major events like weddings and funerals. She wished like hell she could do this in jeans and boots. But they were expecting a professional chef, not a farm girl.Realizing she'd clenched her hands in her skirt, she relaxed them, smoothing the fabric again. Why the hell was she thinking about being a farm girl right now anyway? She wasn't a farm girl. Hadn't been since she was a kid. A couple of months hanging out with Logan didn't change that, no matter how comfortable she'd gotten back o
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Over the forty-minute drive to Johnson City, Logan watched Athena transform. With every mile closer, she became more resolute, and the fingers holding the pie in her lap tightened. She didn't seem to want to talk, and that was fine. He understood this was a huge deal for her, for them. With no clue how it would go, he wanted to do whatever he could to ease things for her. He couldn't begin to imagine how hard it'd been for her dealing with her father alone all these years.As they turned through the stone-pillared entrance of Haven Acres, she sucked in a breath. "I feel like I should say something to prepare you, but I just don't know what. I don't know if it'll be a good day or a bad day. It's been bad days more often than not lately. He may not acknowledge you. He may not even know me." Her usually confident voice was choked with emotion, and Logan understood better than he had before that her father wasn't simply an obligation. He was the heart she so carefully guarded.Reaching o
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Filming in Progress.Logan hesitated at the sign on his front door. He'd expected her to be done by now, but maybe he'd had a bit of a lead foot all the way back from Nashville. As the dogs weren't milling around, waiting to slide past him, he took a chance and quietly slipped inside. Shrugging out of his jacket, he hung it on a peg by the door and followed the sound of voices.Athena stood at the island, her hair up in one of those messy twists as she tipped a casserole dish toward the camera. "Isn't that gorgeous?"She sure as hell is. Smiling to himself, Logan leaned in the doorway and took her in. Those wide gray eyes were sparkling and that smart mouth he loved so much curved in a broad, easy smile. Happiness practically radiated off her. And why shouldn't it? With the help of her sisters, she'd managed to carve out a niche for herself doing exactly what she wanted - highlighting the farm-to-table cooking she was so passionate about. The Misfit Kitchen web series and the acco
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VOLUME FIVE: BRING IT ON HOME"In conclusion, I think we can all agree that Aponyx will be in good hands."A single pair of hands began to applaud. "You nailed it."Satisfied, Maggie Reynolds nodded at her audience of one, her administrative assistant Alyssa. "I think I did. Now let's just hope the real presentation goes off without a hitch.""You're due in the conference room downstairs in - " Alyssa checked her watch. " - ten minutes.""No time to lose." She shoved up from the chair behind her desk and her stomach pitched as the room made a slow revolution. "You okay?"Fingers gripping the edge of the desk to keep from sinking right back into her chair, Maggie blinked and waited for the world to right itself. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just stood up too fast."Alyssa looked askance in her direction. "Are you sure? Have you eaten today?"Had she? "I grabbed a pastry on my way into the office." Or was that yesterday?"That was six hours ago."Convinced her legs would hold her, Magg
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Nearly fourteen months after Maggie first laid eyes on the mill, it rose before her, all decked out for the holidays and looking like a Christmas postcard. She leaned forward in her seat, trying to see if there was space left in the parking lot, and feeling a punch of pride as she took in the finished Stone County Artisan's Guild and Education Center. "Looks like a good turnout for the open house.""I'm still not sure you two should be out among all those people. That's a lot of germs. And you know there's already been flu going around."Maggie laid a hand on her husband's arm. "Porter, honey, I gave birth. I don't have a compromised immune system. Besides, I had my flu shot.""But Faith―""The baby will be fine. Your wife will not be if she doesn't get to leave the house." Having been ordered to bed rest the last two months of her pregnancy, she'd accepted Porter's overprotective streak. But she'd fully expected him to dial it back once their healthy baby girl had arrived. Inste
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Maggie couldn't put off the call any longer. Of everything she'd dealt with since the assault, she'd dreaded this the most. Shutting herself into her room, she sank into a chair and dialed."Well, if it isn't my favorite Southern belle. I guess you finally took that edict to check out seriously. It's been ages!""Hey, Genevieve.""God, I've missed you. Tell me you're feeling like a functional human again.""I am. You may officially leverage the 'I told you so' I rightfully deserve.""Not even necessary. I'm just glad you're feeling better. How is everything?""Good. Crazy. My sister's getting married next week.""Wait, which one?""Athena. The chef.""Did I even know she was engaged?""That only happened three weeks ago." It felt like three months. Bradley hadn't been released on bail, and with the evidence of his involvement with Claudia, along with the additional assault charges, he hadn't been able to wiggle out of anything. His attorney had recommended he take the offer
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Porter didn't hear from Maggie by morning. He stared at the blank screen of his phone. No notifications. No voicemail. No texts. No email. Nothing to indicate she hadn't taken him exactly at his word last night. He'd said he was done, that he didn't care what she had to say. He didn't have a right to be disappointed that she hadn't made the next move, that she hadn't pushed him to hear her out. Maybe he should've gone over to the inn last night. But it had been late when he'd left Mia's, and part of him was still fucking terrified that she'd hate him as much as he hated himself for putting her in Brad's crosshairs.All the site visits he'd put off while prepping for last night's commissioner meeting now demanded his immediate attention and kept him from tracking her down first thing. But it was hard to focus on the progress of the jobs, the next steps, the foreman's reports, as he thought constantly about calling or texting―something to make first contact and gauge her level of pissed
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The porch light cast a welcoming glow over the inn's front door. Somehow it did nothing to thaw the cold knot that had set up in Maggie's gut. What exactly was she about to get into with Claudia Samson?"Do you want me to come in with you?" Kennedy asked."No. I don't know what this is about, but I doubt I'll get a chance to talk to Porter before tomorrow. He probably needs the time to cool down anyway." Maggie hoped by then she'd have figured out what to say. "I'm done with this."What if he meant it? Kennedy reached across the console to squeeze her hand. "You two are going to get through this. I have faith.""I've never been great with faith." "You can borrow some of mine. I love you, sis.""I love you, too. Thanks for coming for me." Maggie leaned over to wrap her in a hug."I'm really glad I could be here for you this time."Maggie's throat went thick. This was the sister she'd lost all those years ago. The sister she hadn't let all the way back in until tonight. She
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"I don't care. Not anymore. I'm done with this."The shock of his words had Maggie flinching back, as if he'd struck her. Because she heard what he wasn't saying. I'm done with you.She stumbled, grabbing for a chair. But he didn't turn back. Didn't even glance her way as he walked out the door and, quite possibly, out of her life.Porter Ingram, the man who'd been there for her through the worst stretch of her life―Her friend. Her confidant. Her lover―had finally had enough and left her.Maggie wanted to go after him, wanted to beg him to listen. But to what? She was still bound to silence, as she'd always been. And it was more than obvious he was too angry to listen to her reasons. Him knowing about Bradley was only part of the whole. Bradley Danforth. His half-brother. Maggie just sank into the chair as the reality of that crashed over her. Bradley's seduction was never about her. Never about attraction. Never even about wanting some form of entertainment while away from his
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"The Artisan Guild project would be good for not only the town, but for all of Stone County and the surrounding region. With the Memorandum of Understanding and preliminary contracts with our investor, we only need your blessing to get started. Thank you for your time."Maggie sat down to a small round of applause from the group of artisans who'd shown up for tonight's county commissioners meeting at the courthouse. She held up both hands with her fingers crossed in their direction, then settled back in her chair beside Porter. His fingers laced with hers as the board members huddled up to discuss in low voices. "You did great," he murmured."We'll see." On paper the whole thing should have been a slam dunk. But there had been a weird tension in the room all during her presentation, and she couldn't put her finger on what the problem was. Maybe it was simply the difference in presenting to high-powered players of the business world versus people who'd been around to witness her gre
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It was nearly two in the afternoon by the time Maggie got back to the inn.Porter glanced up at the house. "I'd offer to pull around by the old bodock tree, but I'm not sure you can shimmy up it in those shoes." She hadn't thought to pack others when she'd shoved clothes into a bag, so she was still wearing last night's heels. "Sneaking inside in broad daylight seems like a pointless endeavor anyway. Nobody's under any delusion about where I've been."He rolled to a stop in front of the house and parked. "Regrets?""Never." Hooking a hand behind his neck, she drew his mouth to hers for one last kiss and hummed with pleasure as his tongue snaked out to tease hers. When she found herself sinking into a fresh haze of lust, she pulled back. "Okay, this time it's really goodbye. We can't get derailed like we did before we left the house." There'd been two failed attempts that had ended with them both sweaty and naked. If she could even walk tomorrow, it would be a miracle.His face sc
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Maggie couldn't quite breathe on the drive to Porter's house. But it wasn't anxiety snapping in her blood―it was anticipation. Her body fairly sang with it, wanting to touch and be touched and get lost in the kind of heat she'd stopped imagining years ago.She kept waiting for her phone to blow up in response to the quickly fired off text to Athena.Home tomorrow. *rose emoji*Porter glanced at her from the driver's seat "You okay? We can turn around if you've changed your mind.""If you turn around, I might have to kill you." She didn't want to turn around. She didn't want to slow down. She didn't want the chance to get lost in her head and think about all the what ifs and whys and hows. She just wanted to be with him.His low laugh seemed to stroke over her skin like a touch. "Understood. And can I just say, 'Thank God.' But I meant what I said before. You're in control here. If you need me to back off, I will."Sweet, frustratingly patient man."Porter, I love this honorable
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The moment Maggie stepped through the door of Crystal's Diner, her stomach twisted into a queasy knot. Not from the scents of frying bacon, home fries, and coffee, but from the almost synchronized stares of the breakfast patrons. She'd thought it wouldn't be this bad at nine on a weekday, but evidently she'd underestimated the senior crowd's desire to linger over crossword puzzles and bottomless cups of joe.I should have asked Dahlia to meet me at the house. Except she'd wanted to get away from the inn for a bit. Athena had the guests covered this morning, and Kennedy was helping out at the spa. They'd all be on duty to clean and turn rooms once she got back, so this was the time she had.A quick scan of the tables showed that Dahlia hadn't made it yet. Maggie was a little early. She considered stepping back outside and waiting on one of the benches intermittently placed along Main Street, but that felt too much like retreat. She hadn't been a coward in high school, and she sure a
