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  “Marry me, Maggie.”

  The conclusion of Maggie & Griffin’s trilogy

  Mayor Maggie Spencer is too busy prepping Stonecreek for its holiday spectacular to pine over lost love Griffin Stone. Until he returns—this time with a son! Griffin couldn’t say no to becoming the boy’s guardian. Neither can he say goodbye to Maggie. As Christmas nears, there’s only one thing he wants to say to his first and only love: “Forever.”

  It was the perfect Christmas tree.

  She was in the woods with Griffin and his charge when they found it, and Joey couldn’t stop extolling its merits. Griffin, though, was looking at her.

  His breath tickled her ear when he said, “I don’t know how I ever got through life without you.”

  “Don’t say things like that,” she admonished, even as her heart skipped a beat.

  “It’s the truth.” He kissed her cheek, doing crazy things to her senses. “You’re a miracle worker with Joey. He’s actually happy.”

  She lifted a mittened hand to his cheek. “Because he has you.”

  How had she ever thought she could keep this man out of her life forever?

  It had only been weeks since he’d become a guardian but he was different, grounded in a way she could have never imagined. It was deeply appealing, and she could almost feel her ovaries doing a happy dance. Oh, yes. Every part of Maggie appreciated the new and improved Griffin Stone.

  Every cell in her body wanted him.

  And her recently patched-up heart loved him.

  She was in trouble. Big-time.

  * * *

  The conclusion of Maggie & Griffin’s trilogy!

  Dear Reader,

  I hope you love holiday stories as much as I do! A Stonecreek Christmas Reunion is the final installment in Maggie and Griffin’s love story, and it was both exciting and emotional to wrap up their journey.

  Maggie is trying to ignore her broken heart by focusing on the town and wooing a powerful new business to Stonecreek. When she realizes that Griffin had a good reason for walking away, she’s tempted to give him another chance but still scared of opening her heart to him again.

  Griffin has some wooing of his own in mind, namely winning Maggie back. He knows he’s hurt her badly but comes to see that Stonecreek is truly his home, and Maggie will forever hold his heart. But it might be too late to make things right between them.

  To me, there is no better time than the holidays to look for a little magic, and Maggie and Griffin are going to need a bit of their own to finally get their happily-ever-after. Thank you so much for joining me on this three-book adventure, and may your holidays be filled with love and magic!

  You can always find me at www.michellemajor.com or connect with me on Facebook or Twitter.

  Happy reading,

  Michelle

  A Stonecreek Christmas Reunion

  Michelle Major

  Michelle Major grew up in Ohio but dreamed of living in the mountains. Soon after graduating with a degree in journalism, she pointed her car west and settled in Colorado. Her life and house are filled with one great husband, two beautiful kids, a few furry pets and several well-behaved reptiles. She’s grateful to have found her passion writing stories with happy endings. Michelle loves to hear from her readers at michellemajor.com.

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  Crimson, Colorado

  Coming Home to Crimson

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  Romancing the Wallflower

  Christmas on Crimson Mountain

  Always the Best Man

  A Baby and a Betrothal

  The Fortunes of Texas: The Rulebreakers

  Her Soldier of Fortune

  The Fortunes of Texas: The Secret Fortunes

  A Fortune in Waiting

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  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from An Unexpected Christmas Baby by Tara Taylor Quinn

  Chapter One

  “More lights.”

  Maggie Spencer surveyed the work taking place in the town square, a mix of confidence and anxiety spiraling through her. Her small town of Stonecreek, Oregon, was about to be thrust into the national spotlight.

  Or at least the social media spotlight. LiveSoft, a wildly successful software and mobile app development company, was searching for a new location for its company headquarters. The over-the-top lifestyle in Los Angeles, their current location, clashed with the app’s branding and corporate culture. LiveSoft was all about using technology to slow down and simplify life. LA wasn’t a great place for that.

  So in conjunction with a request for proposals, the company had launched a marketing campaign during which its social media followers would help determine which Pacific Northwest city would be the best fit for a company move.

  As Stonecreek’s recently reelected mayor, Maggie was determined to make sure her town was chosen and had been working around the clock since the election to that end. Stonecreek had arrived late to the proverbial party, finding out about the proposal deadline only a week before submissions were due. But she’d been thrilled to learn just before Thanksgiving that her town had been short-listed by the company’s CEO.

  And why not? Stonecreek was only an hour south of Portland and she liked to think the community boasted the potential workforce, opportunity for growth and work-life balance LiveSoft had outlined in their preferences. The company was best known for its mobile app that claimed to “balance internal life with the outer world.” Of course, she had yet to download the app herself, but it was on her to-do list along with a million other items.

  “We’ve already added two dozen extra strands.” Jacob Snow, head of the town’s maintenance department, had been coordinating the town’s holiday decorations for the past two weeks. “At this rate you’re going to be able to see this place from the moon.”

  “There’s no such thing as too festive,” Maggie told him.

  “You ever seen that National Lampoon Christmas movie?” Jacob asked with a soft chuckle. “I feel like Clark Griswold out here.”

  Maggie frowned, looking around at all the activity with fresh eyes. The entire town square was draped with lights while a huge, elaborately decorated fir tree stood in the center of the park waiting for tonight’s tree-lighting ceremony. An almost fifteen-foot tall menorah had been given pride of place in front of the main archway into the square, ready to be lit on each of Chanukah’s eight nights. Wreaths had been draped over every lamppost and nearly life-size nutcrackers
lined the main path. In addition to a makeshift stable that had been built to house the nativity-scene animals, there was a display of Santa riding his sleigh, complete with reindeer painted by the high school’s art department, and all the planters situated through the park burst with oversize ornaments and colorful dreidels.

  “Oh, my.” She clasped a hand to her chest when her heart started beating out of control. “Is it too much? Our theme is winter wonderland. I don’t want it to be gaudy. Are we trying too hard? It has to look effortless, like the holidays in a TV movie. Charming and quaint, not over-the-top. Should we take down some of the lights? What about the live manger? I knew those goats would cause trouble.”

  Jacob stared at her for several seconds then climbed down from the ladder. He’d been working for the town since Maggie was a girl, hired when her grandmother had been mayor.

  He’d never married and rarely dated as far as Maggie knew. In fact, Jacob Snow was a bit of a mystery, keeping the town running smoothly but rarely participating in the myriad of festivals and fairs that delineated the seasons in Stonecreek throughout the year. Other than his silver-white hair, he looked very much like he had twenty years ago when Maggie first met him.

  “Slow down. It will be beautiful,” he said, awkwardly patting her shoulder like he knew she needed comfort but wasn’t sure how to offer it. “Like it always is.”

  “This year is different,” Maggie whispered. “It matters more.”

  “Because of that new company thinking of coming here?” He reached for another strand of lights.

  She nodded. “LiveSoft is one of the fastest-growing technology companies in the region. It would mean new jobs and increased tax revenue for the town. We could fund programs for impacted kids in the school district. Some of those maintenance requests you’ve put in would be approved.”

  “Like a new snowplow?” he suggested with a wink.

  “Exactly.” She drew in a slow breath. “I’m freaking out.”

  Jacob smiled. “I hadn’t noticed.”

  “There’s no reason for me to freak out, right?”

  “None at all.”

  “But there’s so much I want to do for Stonecreek. Now that I’m mayor—”

  “You’ve been the mayor for two years,” he reminded her. “You were reelected by a landslide last month.”

  She sighed. “Yes, but it feels different now. I feel like the town elected me and not Vivian Spencer’s granddaughter. It changes everything.”

  Maggie had finally stepped out from behind the long shadow her grandmother cast. The Spencers had been one of Stonecreek’s most powerful families since the town was founded in the mid–eighteen hundreds. But Maggie’s grandma had taken their leadership to a whole new level. As soon as Grammy married into the family, she’d made it her mission to ensure the Spencer name was synonymous with Stonecreek.

  Grammy had been the biggest force in Maggie’s life, especially after she’d stepped in to help when Maggie’s mother died eleven years ago. Maggie owed Grammy so much—they all did—but she also wanted a chance to make her own mark on the town. She loved this community.

  Although she’d won the election, the months leading up to it had been tumultuous to say the least. Her opponent had been Jason Stone, cousin of her ex-fiancé Trevor who she’d left at the altar last spring when she’d discovered he’d been cheating on her.

  As if that didn’t complicate things enough, she’d then fallen for Trevor’s brother Griffin, the black-sheep of the Stone family, who’d returned to town to work on the vineyard the family owned and operated outside town. When Griffin broke her heart a little over a month ago, it had made her question everything.

  Everything except her dedication to the town, which was why she had to do an amazing job as mayor. Her work was everything to her now. She might be a dismal failure at love, but she could succeed at this.

  “Maybe you’re the one who’s changed,” Jacob told her gently. “I’ve known you since you were a wee girl, Ms. Maggie. You were always the apple of your grandmother’s eye. She wouldn’t have encouraged you the way she did if she didn’t think you could handle it. I see how hard you’re working for the town. Everyone around here does, and we appreciate it.”

  “Thanks, Jacob.” Emotion clogged Maggie’s throat. “I’m going to go check on Dora Gianelli at the bakery. It’s the first business we’re spotlighting as part of the campaign. What says holidays more than hot chocolate and a Christmas cookie?”

  “Cocktail weenies and a beer?” he suggested.

  She nudged his arm, the tension in her shoulders relaxing as she grinned. “When are you going to come to Christmas with our family? There’s plenty of room.”

  “Vivian likes to keep things private,” he said, scrubbing a hand over his whiskered jaw.

  “Grammy would love to have you join us,” Maggie countered, even though she’d never discussed the matter with her grandmother.

  “She never mentioned it to me.”

  Maggie rolled her eyes. “She gets busy around this time of year. I’m not going to force you, but keep it in mind, okay?”

  “Okay,” he agreed. “I’ve got one more string of lights to hang.” He held up a hand when she opened her mouth to comment. “Trust me on this. One more strand will be the perfect amount.”

  She nodded. “I’ll see you later tonight at the tree lighting.”

  “The whole town will be here to make you look good.” He rubbed a hand over his jaw once more. “I may even shave for the occasion.”

  She leaned in and bussed him on the cheek. “I’m lucky to have you.”

  Maggie watched for another minute as he climbed the ladder, feeling marginally better that she could accomplish her goal. There was no reason LiveSoft wouldn’t want to come to Stonecreek. Nestled in the heart of Central Oregon’s Willamette Valley, the town had great restaurants, outdoor activities, a fantastic school system and tight-knit community.

  Groaning softly, Maggie realized she was becoming a bit too obsessed with work when even her internal thoughts made her sound like a billboard for the town.

  She turned to head across the town square toward the bakery only to find Griffin Stone blocking her path.

  He looked as handsome as ever, the bright afternoon sunlight shining off his dark blond hair. He wore a flannel button-down, faded jeans and work boots. She couldn’t see his green eyes because of the sunglasses perched on his nose, but the set of his jaw and the way his broad shoulders remained rigid told her this wasn’t going to be an easy conversation.

  Fine. Maggie wasn’t in the mood for easy when it came to Griffin. She’d had plenty of time to get over him. She was over him so she could certainly manage a few words without losing her mind.

  “I’m busy,” she said and started down the path that would take her out the west gate of the town square. Stonecreek Sweets was on the north end, but she told herself she needed the exercise walking around the block would give her. Just because she could handle talking to Griffin didn’t mean she wanted to handle it.

  “You can’t avoid me forever,” came his rough reply from behind her.

  “I can try,” she said over her shoulder and quickened her pace. It didn’t matter. Griffin caught up with her in a few long strides.

  “Maggie, stop.” He reached for her arm, but she yanked away.

  “Do. Not. Touch. Me.”

  He held up his hands, palms out. “Fine. Okay. Sorry.”

  Her eyes narrowed.

  “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

  “It’s fine,” she lied.

  “I called you.” He ran a hand through his hair, looking past her. “Eventually.”

  She sniffed. “I blocked your number. Take a hint.”

  “This isn’t you,” he said, glancing back at her.

  “Oh, yes,” she shot back. “This is me. You know how I’m sure
of that? Because I never left. I’ve been here the whole time. Some of us don’t have the luxury to take off when things get too real, Griffin.”

  “That’s not what happened. It’s complica—”

  “Don’t say complicated. That word is off-limits with us,” she told him. “Along with apologies. Remember?”

  “I remember everything.”

  Despite her resolve to hate this man, his words felt like a caress against her skin, a secret promise and one she knew he could fulfill with remarkable skill. All the more reason to hold tight to her willpower.

  “Go away,” she said, not bothering to try to hide the pain from her voice. Let him understand he hurt her. That was all on him.

  He sighed. “Give me a chance to explain.”

  “I don’t need an explanation. You ran off to your ex-girlfriend. Sends a pretty clear message, you know?”

  “I called,” he repeated.

  “Almost two weeks after you left.”

  “Things were crazy and I—”

  “You said you loved me,” she blurted, and it felt like sandpaper coated her throat. “Here’s some advice for next time. Don’t say ‘I love you’ if it doesn’t mean anything.” She took a step closer to him, ignoring the tears that sprang to her eyes. So much for being unaffected. Maybe what she needed to truly move on was to get this out of her system. “If you love someone, you tell them everything. Not weeks later or when it’s convenient. I don’t know what happened between you and Cassie, and I don’t care. Go to her again if that’s what she needs. We’re finished, Griffin.”

  “She died.”

  Maggie drew in a sharp breath and watched as Griffin pulled off his sunglasses and tucked them into his shirt pocket. His eyes were sad, almost hollow, and darn it all if she didn’t want to reach out to him, offer whatever comfort she could.

  But no. It was too late for that.

  “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I know you loved her.”

  “I cared about her,” he corrected. “I love you.”

  She shook her head. “Not in the way I needed you to.”