204 Rosewood Lane by Debbie Macomber

Only in recent years, with much of the forest land closed to lumbering, had Dan taken a job with a local tree service. He’d never complained, but she knew he’d hated it and longed to return to the woods.
    The sadness was back, and Grace forced her thoughts away from her soon-to-be ex-husband. Wherever Dan was now and whoever he was with, she wished him happiness. She’d never been able to give him that, even in the early years.They’d married young. Grace was pregnant with Maryellen by the time they graduated from high school. She’d married Dan and he’d enlisted and gone off to Vietnam, but the man who returned wasn’t the same man who’d left. Almost forty years later, he still suffered from nightmares and memories he refused to share. She never knew what had happened in those dark jungles, and Dan always said it was better that she didn’t.
    As usual, Monday morning at the library was slow after the heavy weekend activity. Grace decided to change the bulletin board and brought out the packet with a scarecrow, a black cat and a pumpkin patch. They had sets of cardboard cutouts for every season and holiday; Thanksgiving would be next, followed by Christmas. She was busily working on it, when she heard a male voice behind her.
    â€œI’d like to apply for a library card,” Cliff Harding told her assistant, Loretta Bailey.
    â€œI can help you with that.” Loretta pulled out a form and set it on the counter. She paused when she saw Grace watching her.
    Cliff looked over his shoulder. “Hello, Grace.”
    â€œHello.” She hoped her voice didn’t betray how flustered she felt.
    â€œI thought it was time I got a library card, since I’m in Cedar Cove practically every week.”
    â€œWe have the highest percentage of people with library cards per capita of any town or city in Washington State,” Loretta informed him proudly as she handed him a pen.
    â€œI’m impressed,” Cliff said as his gaze moved back toward Grace.
    She tried to ignore his appreciative stare but couldn’t. All at once she found herself fumbling and a tack fell and rolled across the floor. Bending to retrieve it, she nearly bumpedheads with Cliff Harding as he, too, bent down. He was dressed in the same western style as he had been earlier, complete with a Stetson and boots. She even thought she detected the scent of hay on him.
    â€œAre you ready to have dinner with me yet?” he asked in a stage whisper while both of them were crouched.
    She glanced up at Loretta, who was carefully studying some paper or other, but Grace wasn’t fooled. Her coworker was keenly interested in Grace’s answer, perhaps more so than Cliff.
    â€œI…don’t think so.” She could feel the heat radiate from her face. His interest left her uncomfortable and out of her element. Her last date had been with Dan, when they were both teenagers. That was almost four decades ago—in a different century! The world was a vastly different place now.
    â€œWould you consider having coffee with me, then?” Cliff asked.
    Before Grace could respond, Loretta stood on her tiptoes, leaned over the counter and smiled down at them. “You can take your break now if you want.”
    Grace resisted the urge to groan out loud.
    â€œThe Pancake Palace?” Cliff suggested, grinning boyishly. He seemed thankful for Loretta’s encouragement, even if Grace wasn’t.
    â€œFive o’clock,” she said, none too pleased.
    His smile broadened as he stood. “I’ll be there.”
    Grace came to her feet and glared across the counter at Loretta. Cliff, meanwhile, had started toward the door.
    â€œWhat about your library card?” Grace called out.
    Cliff didn’t break his stride. “I’ll fill out the form next time I stop by,” he told her.
    By five o’clock, Grace still wasn’t sure she’d meet Cliff Harding. Good manners won