Charlotte took her time starting the story, mostly because she needed a few minutes to work herself up to it. He doesn’t judge you, she told herself. He’s just interested.

And she was glad he was interested. She didn’t want to lose Dawson because she was embarrassed about her past.

She had nothing to be embarrassed about, but the facts didn’t always influence her emotions the way she wished they would.

“My friends chose Hunter’s side in the split,” she said. “One of them even asked me what I’d done to drive him away.”

Dawson turned onto the highway, heading back toward the busiest part of the island. “Did you drive him away?”

“I don’t think so. He worked constantly, and I had a job too. We went out every weekend. I thought we were happy enough.”

Dawson said nothing, which prompted Charlotte to keep speaking. “It’s hard being part of a couple, and doing everything with other couples, and then losing that. And he had another woman already, so she simply took my spot.”

“I’m sure that’s not true.”

The pictures on social media didn’t lie, and Charlotte said as much.

“What about your girlfriends?” Dawson asked, slowing to take a left turn into a neighborhood.

“Half of a couple,” she said. “I didn’t expect to be treated the way I was. It was eye-opening and heart-wrenching at the same time.”

Dawson took her hand and squeezed her fingers. “I’m sorry, Charlotte.”

A weight lifted from her chest and she said, “At first, I thought my life was over. And you know what? It was. But the world didn’t end, and I made a new life for myself.”

“Yes, you seem to be doing great at that.”

She wasn’t sure if he was happy about that or not. He seemed unusually quiet, and when he pulled into the driveway of a beautiful brick house, he parked and waited. “I’m glad you have this new life here,” he said, turning to look at her.

She saw untold possibilities in his eyes, along with a level of adoration that made her blood heat. “Me too,” she whispered.

“My friends really are great,” he said as equally as soft. “And Nicole is standing at the door, waiting. Should we give her a show or just go in?” A devilish glint entered those eyes that Charlotte loved, and she laughed.

“The show is private, Dawson. Jeez.” She rolled her eyes, removed her hand from his, and reached for the door handle.

“A private show?” he asked under his breath as he met her at the front of the SUV. “Really? When?” He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him.

She enjoyed the steadiness of him, the scent of his cologne, the soft desire she heard in his voice. “Later,” she said just before Nicole said, “You guys made it.”

Dawson led her up the steps, his hand slipping to take hers and hold it tight. “We made it.” He leaned in and gave Nicole a kiss on the cheek. “Nicole, this is my girlfriend, Charlotte Madsen.” He turned to face her, beaming for all he was worth.

“Nice to meet you.” She accepted a quick hug from Nicole and they went inside, where the air was perfumed with turkey, butter, and salt.

“Smells great,” Charlotte said, easily moving into her social persona. Heaven knew she’d had enough practice over the years.

“Wes is the chef in the family,” Nicole said, leading the way through the well-decorated space with comfy-looking couches, art on the walls, and rugs over the wood floors.

Charlotte took a moment to enjoy the vibe of this house, as it felt very much like the place she was trying to create for herself up on the bluff. At least Thanksgiving dinner wasn’t going to be awkward.

She followed Nicole and then Dawson into the kitchen, where a tall man stood with his back to them at the stove.

“Wes, they’re here.” Nicole moved to the side as her husband turned.

“This is Charlotte Madsen, Dawson’s girlfriend.” The way Nicole enunciated girlfriend wasn’t lost on Charlotte.

But her thoughts were spinning because Wes stood before her, practically a copy of Hunter. Same bald head. Same dark eyes full of light and mischief and welcoming. He had the same broad shoulders too, and when he came around the island and shook her hand, Charlotte felt like she’d just been touched by her ex-husband.

She tried not to yank her hand away as he said, “Nice to finally meet you,” with a pointed look in Dawson’s direction.

But it wasn’t Dawson’s fault they hadn’t met yet, and Charlotte wished she’d waited a little longer.

“You too,” she managed to say, and Dawson swooped to her side.

“Leave her alone,” he said. “Making a commitment is a big deal for me, so just shut it already. You’re embarrassing me.” He sounded good-natured, but Charlotte felt the tension in his body as he tugged her close to his side.

“I told her you guys were cool.”

“We are cool,” Wes said, wiping his hands on his apron and backtracking into the kitchen. “So, Charlotte, Dawson has told us precious little about you.”

“Not true,” Dawson said, taking a seat at the counter and tugging on Charlotte’s hand so she would too.

“We know she’s new to the island,” Nicole said. “Bought that big house up on Cinder Road and is fixing it up. And she works at Your Tidal Forever.”

Charlotte thought they’d definitely nailed everything she would’ve told them. She stared at the back of Wes’s head, telling herself over and over that it wasn’t Hunter. Their voices weren’t quite the same, and Hunter didn’t even know how to boil water.

Still, her voice felt stuck in her throat and her skin felt like she’d been pricking hundreds of times.

“How is it working for Hope Sorensen?” Nicole asked.

Charlotte swung her attention to Nicole, trying to figure out how to answer the question. “It’s okay.”

“She’s intense.” Nicole shivered as if Hope was an evil queen from a childhood fairy tale.

“She is, but she’s fine to work for.” Charlotte didn’t need to make any enemies on the island. “I guess she started Your Tidal Forever only a few years ago, and now it’s the biggest wedding planning operation in the whole state.”

Nicole’s blue eyes studied Charlotte. “The whole state? I hadn’t heard that. Even over the stuff over on Oahu?”

“It’s Maui you’ve got to watch out for,” Dawson said. “So much going on over there these days.”

“They can keep it,” Wes said. “We have enough tourists over here.”

“Getaway Bay was just named the most romantic spot to get married,” Charlotte said, rectiting what she’d read in a magazine earlier that week. “Even over Cancun, which has held the top spot for a decade.”

“And you think that’s because of Hope?” Nicole asked.

“No,” Charlotte said. “But we’re going to use it to get as many clients as we can.” She glanced at Dawson and then back to Nicole. “Do you not like Hope or something?”

“Oh, she had a little spat with her a few months ago.” Wes turned from the stove and started laying out silverware, plates, and serving platforms.

“It wasn’t a spat,” Nicole said. “She ordered four dozen doughnuts for a company retreat on the beach. We made them, as specified, and she tried to tell me she’d ordered a different kind. But I had the order slip, with her signature on it.”

Charlotte could totally see Hope doing something like that. She did have a great eye for details, but her attention was drawn in at least a dozen directions at any given time.

“So she didn’t want to pay, even though I showed her the slip, and delivered on time.”

“I remember that. What ended up happening?” Dawson asked.

“She paid, but then she tried to leave a bad review.” Nicole shook her head. “She’d go ballistic if someone did that to her.”

Reviews were important to a business like Hope’s—and Nicole’s.

Charlotte said, “I can see her doing that, actually.”

“Time to eat,” Wes said, stopping the conversation as he placed a platter full of carved turkey among the other dishes already on the counter.

Creamed corn, mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans, fresh rolls, yams, and sparkling cider. Charlotte felt a rush of gratitude move through her, and she grinned at her guests.

So Wes looked like Hunter. She could still enjoy the food and the company—especially Dawson.

She let him pamper her by pouring her drink and jumping up to get her a napkin when she said she’d forgotten one.

She noticed the way his friends watched him, tiny smiles on their faces, and she decided to ask him what that was about once they were alone.

But there was pie, and then coffee, and then a sunset to be watched from the deck. Charlotte enjoyed all of it, and as Dawson spoke with Wes about something, she let herself contemplate what she had to be grateful for that year.

So much had changed, and in that moment sitting with Dawson’s hand in hers as the sun sank lower and lower, Charlotte realized that they’d changed for the better.

What she’d said earlier about her life being over but the world not stopping was true. She had a new life. A better life. A life she really enjoyed, with a man who seemed to adore her.

Snuggling closer to him, she counted him as one of her blessings. This island. Her house. Her job.

And Dawson Dane.

“So the altar will go here.” Charlotte pointed to a bare patch of sand while Claudia and her mother came to a stop. The sun was hot today for mid-December, but Charlotte acted as though she were immune to heat.

“The chairs will be from here to the boardwalk. They’ll have the teal bows tied on them, and there will be the draping overhead to conceal the misters.”

“Or the heaters,” Petra said. “It could be cold.”

The wedding was seventeen days away, right outside the two-week forecast Charlotte could look up.

“Right,” she said, pasting her fake smile on her face. She’d gotten very good at using it with certain people, Petra one of them. “Or the heaters. We’ll make sure everyone is comfortable.”

This final walk-through before Claudia’s wedding had Charlotte’s stomach in knots. She had very little time to make sure every piece was in place.

She told herself she’d already ensured that nothing would go wrong with all the months of planning she’d put into it. She’d already called and confirmed the cake, the flowers, the dress, the photography, the DJ.

This wedding was going to make the front pages of the biggest society magazines, and she couldn’t wait to see her designs and ideas manifest in real life.

Claudia couldn’t either, and she asked dozens of questions. They went back to Charlotte’s office to go over sketches and pictures of things in various stages of completion.

“It’s going to be amazing,” Charlotte said. “Everything is on schedule and looking great.”

“It does seem that way,” Petra said, and Charlotte thought that was as close to a compliment as she was going to get.

She smiled at the woman. “Thank you, Petra.”

“Yeah, Mom, you almost sounded nice.” Claudia grinned at her mom and exchanged a glance with Charlotte. “Come on. David is waiting.”

Charlotte waved at them and watched as they walked out. She breathed a sigh of relief that this tour had gone well. Petra had called the night before and said they were on the island for the weekend and could Charlotte possibly show them how things would go?

So she’d put on her skirt and blouse on a Sunday and come down to the office. At least all the pieces were in place and all she’d had to do was take thirty minutes to review them before Petra and Claudia showed up.

She locked up her office and headed outside, the bay breeze quite cool against her skin. She decided to reward herself for working on the weekend by buying a ham and bacon sandwich from a shop just down the sidewalk. She found a bench and unwrapped her food, the sight before her so beautiful and serene, she could hardly believe it.

What a great new life, she thought to herself.

People walked in front of her as they moved down the sidewalk, and she’d just finished her food when someone very familiar strolled past her.

He held hands with a curvy brunette, and it could’ve been Nicole and Wes.

But Charlotte knew it wasn’t Nicole and Wes.

It was Hunter and his new wife.