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four-way stop there?”
    “It’s all the changes coming to Half Moon Harbor. Town council thought we needed to be a step ahead of the increase in traffic. There’s one at the other end of town, too, at Point Road. And talk of putting in a second light by the courthouse park.”
    Point Road. If it hadn’t been for the accident, she’d have already driven that long, scenic route around Pelican Bay out to Pelican Point, to home. She missed the rocky shoreline, the constant sea mist, the aging family home that had once been the lightkeeper’s station, the even older and more crumbling original keeper’s cottage. And oh, she missed her lighthouse. Hannah knew the Pelican Point lighthouse was well into its much-needed restoration, close to being done actually, last she’d heard, because Alex was the one heading up that project. She couldn’t wait to see it. For the first time in her life, it would be fully functional. She couldn’t even imagine it.
    The town was celebrating the tercentennial of its charter date later that summer, and the lighthouse was closing in on its bicentennial, so the idea had been to link the two together and celebrate their history and heritage at the same time. But the Cove as a whole was well north of the standard tourist trade, and neither a restored lighthouse nor their little town celebrations, no matter how important or historic, were going to bring a crush of outsiders, certainly not long enough to warrant permanent traffic signs. She said as much to Barbara.
    “You’re right, it won’t,” Barbara said, scooting her chair in, lips pursed as she started methodically going through folders on her desk, filing things, shoving other stacks aside, clearly annoyed, but trying not to be. “It’s the schooner tours that will be operating out of the harbor and the new yacht club that will raise those kinds of issues.”
    “Right! The schooner! How did I forget about that? I guess it’s been bringing in sightseers already. It’s not every day you can witness a life-size version of a seventeenth-century tall ship being built. I can’t even imagine it, not really. I’m anxious to see it, and to meet the Monaghan who came to resurrect their shipbuilding heritage.” Along with the McCraes, the Monaghans were the other founding family of Blueberry Cove.
    “He’s a handful, that one. What they once would have called a scalawag,” Barbara said, but her expression made it clear that while she might like to hold his reputation against him, she simply couldn’t. Made Hannah all the more curious to meet him. “But he does fine work,” Barbara went on. “Very impressive. His forebears would be proud indeed.”
    “I look forward to seeing it. But tours on one boat out of Half Moon Harbor, even one that big, can’t mean a huge increase in—wait. Did you say . . . yacht club? What yacht club? Who here even has a yacht?”
    Barbara met Hannah’s gaze with a level one of her own. “It’s Brooks Winstock’s schooner, you know. Brodie is building it, just like his ancestors once did, but Winstock is the owner, and he’s the one who’ll be operating the tours. Or who will own the business that operates the tours. Winstock also happens to have a yacht. And lots of friends with yachts. So, he decided to build himself and his pals a club.”
    Now Hannah understood the annoyed look. “Brooks Winstock decided what? When did that happen?”
    Barbara’s expression became a bit more pointed, in a way that would have made Hannah squirm in her seat even if she weren’t hiding a big, fat secret.
    “Well, if you’d bother to come back home more often than once every few years, or keep in touch more regularly, you’d know when it happened.”
    There’s the lecture. Hannah knew better than to think she’d escape without one. Oddly, instead of irritating her, it made her feel . . . well, not comforted, but like she was home. Like she mattered. To someone.
    Barbara leaned back, but stopped short of