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on family vacations when she was young. Millie would mail a postcard home during a trip, writing to Claire about the adventures they’d had. On their trip, Josh and Claire had picked up so many postcards from every place they’d been—some they left behind, after discovering that was a tradition at the bed-and-breakfast where they’d stayed in London earlier in the year, and others they mailed to family and friends.
    “The one from London.” Josh set her down at the bottom of the stairs.
    “Wow. That took quite a long time.” Claire smiled. “It’s been over four months since we mailed that.”
    “Do you remember what you wrote on the back?” Josh asked.
    Claire had to think for a moment. “Wasn’t it a recipe for those muffins Lolly made?” Lolly, the owner of the quaint bed-and-breakfast in London, had spoiled them with her homemade baking.
    “I’ve got an idea,” Josh said.
    “Let me guess. We should make the muffins, and then send a note to Lolly telling her how much we miss them?” Claire liked the notion. “And by we , I mean you,” she added.
    His brows knit together.
    “How about we give the recipe to your mom the next time she comes by instead. Since she loves to bake and all . . .” Josh trailed off midthought, as he expected Claire to agree with him.
    “I promised to never share her recipe.” Claire shook her head.
    “Then don’t tell her. Besides, you wrote it on the back of a postcard. I bet more than a dozen people read what was on the back just out of curiosity.” There was a hopeful look on his face.
    “Joshua Turner, don’t you make me break a promise.” Claire frowned at him.
    Truth be told, between the two of them, Josh was the better baker, and her mother would probably try to make it a healthy snack and substitute disgusting ingredients for all the sweet stuff. No thank you.
    “Never. Besides, your mom would turn Lolly’s decadent treats into healthy muffins,” Josh grumbled.
    Claire laughed.

THREE
    CLAIRE
    A memory from London, England
    March
    C laire sank down on a plush chair in the library of Blossom Lane, a quaint bed-and-breakfast set in South Kensington. She groaned as she rubbed her sore feet.
    “Why don’t you let my dear Herbert drive you around tomorrow, love? He’s got the day free and won’t mind a bit.” Lolly, the owner of the little home they were staying in, bustled into the room with a tray full of scones and hot tea.
    “That would be lovely, if it’s not too much of a bother.” Claire raised her feet to rest them on an ottoman and took the offered cup of tea.
    “You must have walked quite a bit today.” Lolly sat down in the opposite chair. “Where is that dear husband of yours?”
    “Out with Herbert looking at his gardens again.” Claire smiled. Since their arrival three days ago, they’d discovered that Herbert loved to talk about his gardens and Lolly loved to chat over a hot pot of tea.
    “Tell me, what did you see today?” Lolly settled back in her seat with all the appearance of genuinely caring about Claire and her day.
    It was so refreshing to be here, more than Claire had imagined it would be. Their stop in London was quite long, close to three weeks, thanks to a conference they were both speaking at, and staying at a hotel would be expensive, so when their editor, Julia, suggested a cute bed-and-breakfast she knew of, they jumped at the chance. A simple English breakfast and a traditional afternoon tea were always served, and it didn’t take long for Claire to realize both Lolly and Herbert lived for their teatime with guests and weren’t quite able to hide their disappointment if they missed it.
    “We followed Herbert’s map today and walked to the Portobello Market in Notting Hill. It was lovely. I even found that bakery you mentioned.” Claire reached for a triangle of cucumber sandwich. “Although, I will admit, I enjoyed your strawberry-vanilla muffin from yesterday over theirs.”
    Lolly preened at the