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Interesting blend of cultures.”
    “ Mais oui, bien sur.”
    She smiled a little at that. “I guess you grew up speaking French and English, living so close.”
    “It’s predominantly English on both sides of the border. I speak French because my mother is French Canadian. I grew up with both languages.” He opened the passenger door to his truck.
    “You didn’t have to do this,” she said, as he helped her up to the passenger seat.
    She levered herself into the truck with a natural, graceful ease, making him wonder if she was a dancer, or some other thing that elegant women did with elegant bodies like the one she had. She required only a little assistance from him, which was just as well, he thought. Putting his hands on any more of that elegant body wouldn’t be wise. She was the kind of distraction he never needed in general, and definitely didn’t need right now.
    She pulled on her own seat belt, wincing a little as she did, then immediately leaned her head back and closed her eyes. “But I’m very grateful you did.”
    “Not a problem,” he said, palming the door, intending to close it.
    “Hannah,” she said, quietly now, so he knew she was in more pain than she’d been showing, making him pause. “I’m Hannah. McCrae.”
    “Calder Blue,” he responded.
    “Ah. Blue Harbor Farm,” she added, as if recalling the sign on his door. “Any relation to Jonah Blue?” she asked through barely moving bruised lips, eyes still closed.
    “Great-nephew.”
    “I thought I’d met all the Blues.”
    “Different branch of the family.”
    She opened her eyes then, and turned all that dark blue on him. Despite whatever pain she was in, and whatever worries she might have, her eyes were still surprisingly sharp, and quickly assessing. “You mean—as in Jedediah Blue’s branch?”
    “The very same.”
    “Your branches don’t talk to each other. For like . . . a hundred years.”
    “A little longer, but that is true, yes.”
    “How long have you been in Blueberry?”
    “Just heading in, actually.”
    She leaned her head back and closed her eyes again, but her lips curved upward just a hair and stayed that way, even when she winced at the pain.
    “Something amusing about that?”
    “Not at all. It’s . . . I just realized that your bombshell is going to be a lot bigger than mine.”

Chapter Two
    “Dear Lord, what have you done to yourself and just days before the wedding. Sit down and let me have a look at you.” Barbara Benson pulled around the chair next to her beat-up metal desk and gestured to it.
    Hannah knew better than to offer even token resistance, and frankly, she found standing upright highly overrated at the moment, so she sank gratefully onto the thinly padded seat. Sergeant Benson was the closest thing Hannah had ever had to a mom. One she remembered anyway. Though she supposed where Barbara was concerned, “mom” was a relative term. Barbara was in her late sixties and had raised her own brood of children while simultaneously performing her duties as sergeant, receptionist, secretary, dispatcher, Mother Superior, and general savior of everyone’s asses in Blueberry Cove. She’d performed those duties for Hannah’s brother, Logan, as well as the previous three police chiefs. Hannah was pretty sure Sergeant Benson applied the same handbook to child-rearing duties as she did her police duties. And Hannah wouldn’t have changed a single thing about it.
    “I missed you, too,” Hannah said wryly, trying not to wince as she smiled.
    “Got word from Sal that you took out Carl’s sign with your fancy little hot rod.”
    “It’s not a hot rod,” Hannah said, dutifully tipping her face up for examination.
    “It’s not a pickup truck or a sport utility vehicle. Something useful.”
    “No. It’s actually fun to drive.” Or was. “In fact, it was a pickup truck that ran me into Beanie’s sign.”
    “Way I heard it, you ran the stop sign.”
    Hannah sighed. Small towns. And