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Blake
The next couple weeks flew by in a blur. I spent my mornings at Cracked serving breakfast to the locals and the few early tourists. MacKellar Cove was starting to get busy as June settled in and summer drew closer. By July, all the local hotels would be packed with tourists getting away from their life and enjoying the beauty and serenity of the place I called home.
My afternoons were just as busy painting Ms. Georgia and the rest of the mural. Day-by-day she came to life before my eyes. Her smile welcomed me after my lunch break, and I wanted to do her justice. I owed it to her to make her truly sparkle.
To my surprise, many of my evenings included Ian. I didn’t expect him to keep coming back. Every time he showed up on my doorstep with dinner or beer or a joke, I considered
