Claudia Burgoa takes us back to the quaint town of Luna Harbor with another small town romance full of feels and big laughs—this one featuring a swoon-worthy rockstar and a young doctor desperate to escape her old life and make a new one—and I have a little sneak peek for you.
At nine, I make my way toward the coffee shop. Fisher is waiting for me, looking as hot as usual, minus the canvas apron he wears while at the coffee shop. Does he wear it at night while being a bartender? I should come downstairs tonight, drink some tequila, and…nope. Never drink tequila when he’s close.
On second thought, new rule. Never go to the bar.
“I was starting to think you weren’t going to show up,” he says.
“I’m not your favorite person.”
“I wouldn’t put it that way.”
He smirks, wiggling his eyebrows. “Really?”
“Right there. That’s why I don’t like you. You’re an arrogant man. I’m not impressed by all your ridiculous moves.”
He bends closer. “Your body says something completely different”—He winks at me—“That’ll be our little secret, Doc.”
“You’re infuriating.” I huff.
“Is that a way to call me charming? I’ll take it. Now, let’s start our tour.” He grabs my hand, and we walk toward the end of the retail strip.
Our first stop is the lavender shop. As we enter the place, a waft of floral aromas welcomes us. I instantly fall in love with the little store. There are dried arrangements of flowers, plush animals with different scents, and even weighted blankets to help with anxiety.
“Welcome to Lavender Moon. How can I help you?”
I stop my wandering eyes and move my attention toward the woman behind the counter. She’s a couple of inches shorter than my five-six with dark curly hair and dark soulful eyes.
“Nydia. Let me introduce you to our new hermit resident and doctor, Nathalie Brennan.”
She smiles and makes her way toward me. Okay, so the woman is a hugger.
Help, she’s hugging me.
“I’m so glad to see you again.” She releases me and heads toward one of the shelves.
“You probably don’t remember me.” She pauses, tapping her chin while staring at the shelf. “We met when you were younger and visited with your parents. I’ve been meaning to welcome you to Luna Harbor, but it’s been busy. We’re getting ready to leave, and I’m training a couple of new employees. How’s the town treating you?”
“I haven’t seen much of it.”
“She’s a hermit,” Fisher repeats.
She picks up a bottle and shakes it. “Found it.”
Fisher stares at her. “What is it?”
“I’m thinking cedar, lavender, and chamomile.”
He bobs his head. “Probably.”
“Here.” She offers it to me. “It’ll help you sleep at night.”
The way she smiles reminds me of someone from my childhood. “Wait, did you use to live on a farm?”
She nods. “That’s me.”
“I remember the farm, and I remember you. There’s a girl with beautiful curly hair and her twin brother. I can’t think of their names.”
She waves her hand. “You came like three times, maybe four while we were here. It’s impossible to remember. I do because your grandfather often talked about you.”
Fisher gets closer and puts an arm around me. “You should go down memory lane another day. Let’s focus on the now. She’s trying to find patients. Know of anyone?”
“I haven’t heard of anyone sick, but if they come to ask for a remedy, I’ll send them your way—as I usually do when they think my oils are magical and cure everything. They’re not.”
Fish kisses her cheek. “Spread the word, won’t you? Our next stop is the tattoo parlor.”
“Count on it. In a couple of hours, everyone will know there’s a new doctor in town—and if you’re as good as your grandfather, they’re going to love you.”
“Thank you for everything.” I lift the small bottle.
“Don’t mention it. Just spray it around the room before going to sleep.”
Do you know what’ll help me sleep? Fisher not playing late at night. He needs a hobby, and I don’t mean playing music.