Cheryl Wyatt - Doctor to the Rescue

He bit back a smile when he realized she’d kept the change.

“Sure. We’ll get Tia’s fish on the way out of town. Go there.” Bri indicated the far end of Eagle’s Way. His car jostled over parts of it that were still cobblestoned, causing Bri to cradle her arm. He slowed.

She pointed to an eclectic-looking shop. A sleek purple building with black-light effects. “That’s On the Edge. It’s an art and florist shop, plus interior design. She’s in competition with the woman across the street whose business is sewing, home decor and custom drapes.” Bri pointed to the establishment named Fringe. He slowed the car, taking the town in.

“The women are archenemies and their brawls are just about the most excitement we have in town. The cops go there regularly, but I suspect it’s mostly because the coffee shop next to Fringe has better donuts than Dee-Dee’s Donuts beside the police station.”

Ian chuckled. Mitch had been right to tell him this town was a perfect place to raise a child. Yet the number of closed shops concerned him. He knew the town’s lifeblood could hinge on whether Bri’s lodge reopened and thrived, and whether they were able to expand the trauma center and thus provide local jobs.

Next Bri indicated a brick-style brownstone turned into a storefront. “That’s MeadowLark Laundry, owned by twin siblings, Meadow and Lark. They’re two of the few people our age in town. But Meadow’s away at college right now and Lark’s in some kind of skip-tracer school. He’s a P.I. on the side.”

“Hey, that’s my neighbor’s shop.” Ian indicated the LOLZ sign. Ellie told him she had an internet coffee shop catering to young people but he hadn’t seen it yet. “She mentioned part of her business proceeds go toward cancer research and anti-text-and-drive ads.”

“I remember the conversation you had with her about chemo when Tia wandered to her home. I hope Ellie’s going to be okay.”

“Me, too. She’s raising a granddaughter named Mara.” He cleared his throat. “She was in a tragic accident earlier this year while trying to save a classmate. Long story, but that’s why Ellie moved here.”

“Beside Fringe is Gulpie’s Gas. Only station in town. Used to be called Not Your Mother’s Guzzler. At the other end of town is EMS, police, city hall and the fire department. Lem’s library is there, too. I’d like to take Tia once I can drive again.”

“Tia loves to read. Much like you,” Ian said.

She brushed a stray hair behind her ear and nodded ahead to the town square, really a circle. “You know Sully’s, obviously, since we went there the other night.”

He remembered. Unfortunately he also remembered the ache that gripped him to see Tia interacting with a mother figure.

“Next to that is Dulce Jo’s Nook, a Victorian coffee shop and bookstore. Then, above the bank is an upscale restaurant called Golden Terrace.”

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