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Leanne stood on the front porch of Starlight Bed and Breakfast. She’d decided to surprise her parents, but she now wondered if that was overly dramatic—a byproduct of living around Hollywood types for too long. Maybe it wouldn’t be like in the movies, where everyone is screaming and hugging with joy. Anything less than that would seem anticlimactic.
She should have called.
It wasn’t too late. She could go down to the beach and call them—pretend she wasn’t in Starlight Ridge yet and give them time to get used to the idea of her moving back home. What if they had turned her bedroom into a guest room? She hadn’t thought of that.
She turned and sat in a rocker strategically placed on the wraparound porch, unsure what to do. The bed and breakfast sat on a small hill and overlooked the tow
