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father was the s heriff's min i ster, she tended to avoid most arrests . Most of the time she just got a ride home and had to endure one of her father's lectures until sunup.
    She turned off her black Mercedes and looked across the street at the Blossom Café. She could see the people in the plate glass window eating breakfast. Oh, she was going to have some fun this morning. Payback was a bitch.
    Morgan looked farther up Main Street and back to the c afé. It appeared that it was still the only plac e to eat in town. It might have the only thing she missed from Keeneston —t he pecan pancakes the Rose sisters made.
    Morgan pulled out her purse and applied some lip- gloss. When she returned the visor to its place , she saw a curvy woman in a dark green suit and camel pea coat with beautiful auburn hair wa ving madly out on the sidewalk.
    "Who is that?" Morgan asked herself . She looked around to find out who the woman was waving at. No one was near, so Morgan assumed she must have been waving at her. She could have been from high school. It wasn’t like she had remember ed every one after all these years. Could it be Stacy? That huge rock on her hand made her someone's wife.
    Morgan opened the door and slid out in her black pencil skirt and amethyst silk blouse. She put on a matching fitted blazer and took one last look around to make sure she was the only one there and then turned to the woman who had now stopped waving.
    "Oh! I' m so sorry! I thought you were someone else," the woman laughed. "There's only one person in Keeneston with a car like that. I take it you're lost."
    "No," Morgan answered as she slid her oversized black sunglasses up and onto her head.
    "Well," the woman smiled again. She really was a peppy sort of person. "I' m McKenna Ashton , but everyone calls me Kenna . Do you need help finding anything?"
    "Ashton? As in Will Ashton?" Morgan asked as she snapped her eyes back to the woman.
    "Yes. I'm his wife." Kenna answered, a little hesitantly now.
    " You're not fr om here and you're not Whitney," Morgan said, almost accusingly.
    "Thank g od for that." Kenna retorted with overwhelming sarcasm .
    Morgan grinned . This woman had spunk. She hadn't liked Whitney either. She had been in the same charity group with Whitney in DC , but hadn't seen her for a while. She ’d also never let Whitney know she grew up with Will. Not that Whitney would care. Morgan just liked to hear her rant about her husband's hillbilly home. She didn't like to admit it, but every on ce in a while she got homesick and it was nice to hear about Keeneston.
    "At least Will got rid of her. I couldn't stand t hat ditzy blonde act." Morgan slid her sun glasses back in place a nd started to walk toward the c afé.
    "I'm sorry, I didn't get your name?" Kenna called after her.
    "Morgan. And it's so nice to be back." She tossed a tight grin over her shoulder and headed across the stre et. She had a town to shake up.
     
    Daisy Mae Rose tapped her pen against the counter inside the Blossom Café as she waited for her sister, Violet Fae , to finish the biscuits and sausage gravy for John Wolfe's table.
    "You got ants in your pants?" Violet asked as she poured the gravy over the large buttery biscuits.
    Daisy rolled her eyes, "Come on already, will ya ?" She tapped her pen some more since she knew it got on her sister's nerves. Finally her sister put the plate down on the counter and Daisy grabbed it. T he smell of the homemade biscuits and sausage gravy made her stomach rumble. She'd never admit it, but her sister made the best breakfast.
    Daisy headed to the front o f the c afé where John sat by himself. It would be the perfect time to get caught up on the entire town's gossip. No one knew more about what was going on in Keeneston than John.  As she arrived at the table Daisy glanced out the large front window and paused with the biscuits and gravy midway to the table. "Oh my heavens!" she gasped.
    " Daisy Mae, what is the matter with you? Put