Abingdon Press
Featuring: Charlotte Rose Hill; Sam Wilder
304 pages ISBN: 1426733879 EAN: 9781426733871 Kindle: B00E0TN95K Paperback / e-Book Add to Wish List
Charlotte Hill runs a cozy little café. Charlotte loves to
create teas for her favorite customers. When Charlotte was
eighteen, she found the love of her life, Sam. Because of
her family background, Sam's father lets her know that she
is not suitable for his son.
Sam's father invents a lie, causing Charlotte to tell Sam
that they can't ever be together.
Now ten years later, Sam is back in town to take care of his
dying father. Sam appears in Charlotte's café and she
realizes that she still have very deep feelings for Sam.
All this comes to a complete stop, when Charlotte is
introduced to Sam's fiancée. Audrey not knowing the past
between Sam and Charlotte, asks Charlotte to cater their
wedding.
Charlotte agrees to do this because of Sam. Sam than asks a
favor of Charlotte, for some unknown reason, Sam's father
wants to speak with her. Charlotte goes with Sam to speak
with his father. Once again his father lets her know that
she will never be good enough for Sam and that Audrey is the
right choice. Charlotte is once again devastated and
realizes that Sam can never know the real reason why they
can't be together.
Lucy, who is Sam's father cook, has always known the real
reason and has also kept the secret from Sam. Upon the
passing of his father, Lucy decides that it is time to get
the truth out. Lucy tells Sam everything. Sam being the
noble person that he is can't break his engagement to
Audrey. He struggles with the fact that he does love
Audrey, but can never love her the way that he loves
Charlotte.
Justin is a homeless man. He does several odd jobs around
the church in exchange for a place to sleep. Sam hires
him to bring back the garden at his family's home. Audrey
feels that she knows Justin from somewhere, but just can't
place him. Justin and Audrey form a bound while working on
the garden. But things get out of hand when Justin
kisses Audrey. Justin is invited to Easter dinner by Sam.
Justin cleans himself up and Audrey realizes where she knows
him from. Justin used to have a TV show. After a tragedy
in his life, he walks away from his former life. He just
can't deal with it any more and winds up in Middlebury where
no one knows him.
Will there be a MARRIAGE IN MIDDLEBURY?
I found the writing style of Anita Higman to be a bit
confusing in some areas, and that made MARRIAGE IN
MIDDLEBURY just an okay book for me.
Chapter One Charlotte Rose Hill always said that a good tearoom should be a gathering place where customers were like family, troubles melted like butter on hot scones, and homemade was a given. Of course, it was also the place where the local grapevine got its bloom. As well as its blush. Charlotte yoo-hooed to her cook, "Remember, use a light touch folding those capers into the chicken salad, Lil. Think of them like lovers whose hearts you can't bear to break." One of the younger waitresses, Eliza, pulled Charlotte to the side and said in a blustery whisper, "Got two problems already. Our jolly old elf, Mr. LaGrange, is hiding by the fire- place again, and he's packing a flask of something that he keeps pouring into his tea. Man, you could fuel a flame with that breath of his." "Yeah, he's been spiking the tea with schnapps for years." Eliza's facial muscles, which usually got a workout, went deadpan. "You mean you knew about LaGrange and his drinking?" "Someday when I find the right words I'll say something to him. Hmm. It's a good thing it's springtime and there's no blaze in the fireplace. Otherwise he might blow himself up. What's the other problem?" "Oh, it's not a problem, but I saw a guy on the street earlier when I set out the tearoom sign for today's specials." "Yeah, well that happens a lot in Middlebury. You know, men and women milling around, living their lives." "Cute. But this guy . . . well, he looks just like Jude Law. Didn't you say one time you had an old sweetheart that looked a lot like him?" Charlotte leaned against the doorframe to steady herself. "Wow, you've gone as pale as those daisies on the tables," Eliza said. "You okay?" "I'm fine." Was it Sam? After all these years, could it be her Sam? "So you think it could be this mystery guy you refuse to talk about? I want details." Charlotte gave Eliza's cheek a pat. "Thanks for the heads-up." Eliza tugged on a loose thread on Charlotte's sweater. "That's all the juice you're going to give me? Hey, I'm the one who spotted him." "And I appreciate it. Really. But we have guests." Charlotte grinned and then made her way over to one of her regulars, a retired teacher named Edith Mosley. "How's that tea?" Edith's iron gray eyes soften a little. "Hits the spot on a nippy spring morning, but you can't keep giving me free pots of fancy tea. You'll come to ruin if you're not careful." "Whatever you say." Charlotte let the comment wash over her. Eliza knew the routine. She'd slip the money back into Edith's purse later, since she needed the money for her electric bill. "How's your daughter?" Edith's fingers tightened around the handle of the china cup like knotted roots. Charlotte could always tell a person's frame of mind by the way he or she held the teacup. "Mmm. My daughter's the same…if it as a fiddleback and just as poisonous." Edith chuckled. "Oh?" Charlotte hoped Edith wouldn't rehash the list of her daughter's insufficiencies. She had them memorized. "My daughter and I strain for love like two asthmatics trying to take in air." Her laughter turned into a rattling cough. "I guess we need one of those refresh buttons. Isn't that what you young people call it? Something we can push so we can wipe away the past. Start over." Edith took a long swig of her tea. "Oh, that apricot ginger tea is good today." "Thanks," Charlotte said. "We all need a refresh button, Edith." She reached into her apron pocket to feel the river stone, something she'd kept from her past. It was a reminder of the smooth things in life that brought delight and in the hard things—those potentially sanctifying moments that tumbled off the rough edges and turned humans into real people. Poor Edith was being tumbled. "Go on now. Get." Edith shooed her with both hands. "You've got paying customers to tend to. And don't forget to eat one of those Darcy Scones for me. You're looking thinnish." "First time I've ever heard that a size 10 was thinnish." Charlotte poured the older woman another cup of tea from the little pot. Then she busied herself with chores here and there as her thoughts wandered back to the man Eliza had seen on the street. Could it be Sam and would he stop by the tearoom? Every time the bell jingled on the front door, she jumped and then looked. She would need to keep her wits about her, so she deliberately calmed herself and strolled over to one of the high schoolers who frequented her tearoom. "Hey, Mindy. How's it going?" Mindy—who was a real drama queen if there ever was one—handed Charlotte a note. Her fingers trembled as if the piece of paper were a newly discovered fragment of the Dead Sea Scrolls. "This guy I like," Mindy said, "named Brenner, well, he's been texting me a lot, but this is an email he sent me today. I want you to tell me if you think Brenner is like, you know, enraptured." Charlotte unfolded the note and read Brenner's email. Saw you across a crowded cafeteria yesterday. As your new lab partner, I thought you should hear the truth. Your clothes, well, they look like rejects from a secondhand store. And what's up with your hair? It looks scared like it's seen a slasher movie. You're welcome to thank me for my candidness by bringing me some of your homemade cookies. Brenner. Charlotte wanted to throttle Brenner. Who did he think he was? "Mindy, why do you care about this guy?" She handed the note back. "It's obvious he's nothing but a royal—" "But didn't Shakespeare say 'methinks you protest too much'?" Mindy jerked on her jacket zipper, making it ride up and down. "I mean, Brenner is going to so much trouble to be mean, well, maybe he really likes me." Charlotte sat down across from Mindy. "Look, Brenner doesn't need your attention. He needs detention." Mindy tugged on her long braid. "That's clever, Char." "Well, you asked my opinion. Brenner is infantile and rude." "But he makes me laugh and forget that sometimes life can be like this total chasm of misery. Nobody else can do it. And Brenner does know how to be all that genteel stuff when he wants to be.” For a moment, Mindy traded her cocky expression for a more vulnerable one. "You really don't see any covert signals of interest?” "No, I don't. But listen, someone in the tearoom asked about you the other day.” "Oh, yeah? Who? No. Come on. Please don't tell me it was Raymond ‘the sniffer' Kolowsky.” Mindy rolled her eyes. "He sniffs everything. He tries to hide it, but he's got some kind of OCD thing about odors.” "Well, I told him I'd pass his greetings onto you.” "Great. Now he'll think he's got some kind of cosmic connection to me, so I'll have this pet following me around everywhere.” Mindy tossed the last bite of the strawberry cake in her mouth and said through chews, "Actually, Raymond is worse than a pet. He's kind of a brain-freak. You know, all grey matter and no social skills. He can't stop talking about star clusters and celestial dust.” "Well, that sounds romantic . . . if you looked at it from a certain vantage point.” "Yeah, all the way from the moon.” Charlotte laughed. "But you should keep an open mind. Didn't you say a lot of the guys at school were mimes who just copy what everybody else is doing?” "Yeah, I said that.” Mindy licked her fingers one by one, flicking each one in the air as if she could make them fly. "Best frosting goo ever, Char. It's like sweet pink lava.” She wiped her palms off on her raggedy jeans, slipped her shoes back on, and grimaced. Charlotte rose from the table and looked at Mindy's feet. "Shoes too tight?” "They're the coolest stilettos ever, and I can't stop wearing them, but they're like smooshing and molding my feet into these angry little gargoyles.” Charlotte chuckled. "Guess it's hard to let go, even when something or someone is pinching the life out of us.” Mindy stroked her peacock-feathered earrings as she stared at her. "I get it. You thirty-something women love coming up with those double entendres.” "Yeah, it's what we old ladies live for.” Charlotte gave Mindy's sleeve a tug and then tidied the shelves of stuffed animals that she kept around for the wee ones. She glanced around her world, and once again, felt a wave of gratitude. The old Riley house really had become a good place to create a tea cottage. It had been marvelous fun deco- rating each room with murals, depicting all the faraway lands she hoped to visit one day. And just like all the countless times when she played tea growing up, running The Rose Hill Cottage was all she imagined it to be. It was a sanctuary for her and for all of Middlebury. She just wished her parents had been alive to see it. Charlotte smiled, thinking of her various customers. They reminded her of the teacups they drank from—precious finds in spite of an occasional chip or two. She couldn't imagine changing her life, except to have someone to share her joy with. As that thought rolled itself around like a silver tea ball on the counter, she let her fingers rest on the pearl necklace Sam had given her before he left, before their world fell apart. Some new arrivals caught Charlotte attentions, and then the bell jangled again. When she glanced over to the door, this time the man Eliza had seen was standing in the entry. It was Sam Wilder—her Sam. She would have recognized him any- where. In that moment the years distilled into pure memory. That Wilder boy—oh, how he had wrapped her in his love, and how he had melted his heart to hers like they were two chocolates left out in a warm sun. It was so long ago, and yet it felt as if no time had passed. Charlotte tightened her fingers around her necklace— enough to burst the strand apart. Pearls spilled from her neck and onto the wooden floor. A mania of bouncing beads ensued, and several of the children made a game of chasing after the runaway pearls. Sam glanced around at the children, but he seemed to be searching for something—someone. Her. When he found her face, he lit up like a sunburst. "Hi, Charlotte. It's been a long time.” Sam started to pick up some of the beads along with the children. "Yes, it has. Much too long.” Charlotte chuckled. "Apparently, I've come undone.” She scooped up the last two pearls. "I see that.” One of the kids filled Sam's palm with the beads. He ruffled the boy's hair. "Thanks.” He took a few steps over to Charlotte and gingerly poured the pearls into her cupped hands. "I hear your tearoom is becoming quite the place to be in Middlebury.” "That was my intention. I want people to feel good here . . . like a second home.” Sam stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "I guess I've waited a long time to ask you this.” "Ask me . . . what?” Goodness. Had she forgotten how to breathe? "Got tea?”
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