Catherine Lanigan - Home For Christmas

“I gotta run. My guests, you know.”

“Oh sure. Absolutely. Kisses.”

“Kisses,” she echoed, as Chuck hung up.

Joy stared at her cell. “Work.”

Olivia walked up and put her arm around Joy’s waist. “You okay? Could use a hug, I bet.”

“Yeah.”

“This has been a shock for you,” Olivia said. “We’ve all been missing the greenhouses since Frank closed them up. But knowing that someone else will be buying them. It’s so…final, you know?”

“Yeah.”

“Frank was the best guy. It’s a shame he had to close down. Christmas isn’t the same without his poinsettias all over my deli. I miss that magic…”

“Do you know why he closed?”

“Not really. I thought he might’ve had health issues.”

“He never told anyone why?”

Olivia’s expression was thoughtful. “He was a private man. But if anyone would know, it would be Adam.”

“Really?”

Olivia nodded. “Adam was like a son to him. When he moved back and his wife was ill, Frank was there for him. They’ve been inseparable since Amie died.”

“I didn’t know.”

“Really? Frank didn’t talk with you about Adam?”

“No.”

“That’s odd. But like I said, Frank was a private man.”

One by one, Joy’s guests came up to give her last hugs. They all begged her to call them for whatever help she would need. But all Joy needed was to put the greenhouses on the market, sign the papers, fly back to New York and let Cate take care of the rest.

It was a good plan.

Her life would go on. She’d be out of Indian Lake and out of their minds. Once again.

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