Debbie Macomber's Cedar Cove Series, Volume 3

#1
New York Times
Bestselling Author Debbie Macomber welcomes you to Cedar Cove! This is where you'll find small-town life at its best—
and
its most interesting…

Meet some of the people living here:

92 Pacific Boulevard.
This is where Sheriff Troy Davis lives—when he isn't at the office. Troy's a widower who reconnected with his onetime love, Faith Beckwith…until she ended the relationship. The misunderstandings between them (some caused by his daughter, Megan) didn't help matters. Troy hopes those misunderstandings can be resolved! And he needs to catch whoever's behind the break-ins at 204 Rosewood Lane, the house Faith happens to be renting….

1022 Evergreen Place
is the new rental home of Mary Jo Wyse and her baby, Noelle—right next door to her landlord, firefighter Mack McAfee. Mary Jo admits she's falling for Mack but she doesn't quite trust her own judgement when it comes to men. Her baby's father, David Rhodes, is a case in point. She's terrified he might sue for custody! Meanwhile, the World War II letters she found are a fascinating distraction.

1105 Yakima Street
used to be a happy place. But now that Rachel Peyton has left her husband, Bruce, it's not. Rachel's pregnant, and she couldn't handle the stress in their household anymore. Stress caused by Bruce's jealous thirteen-year-old daughter, Jolene. All Bruce wants to do is get his wife back—but he doesn't even know where she is…

1225 Christmas Tree Lane
is the address of Beth Morehouse's small Christmas tree farm. It's prospering, her daughters and dogs are doing well, and her relationship with veterinarian Ted Reynolds is showing lots of romantic promise. But…then someone leaves a basket of
puppies
on the doorstep. That's complication number one. Number two is that her daughters have invited their dad, Beth's long-divorced husband, to Cedar Cove for Christmas!

These are the final four stories set in Debbie Macomber's Cedar Cove, Washington. (If you haven't read the others, starting with
16 Lighthouse Road
, don't miss them!) Read the books and watch the Hallmark Channel original series. Once you've visited Cedar Cove and met the people in town, you'll wish you lived here!

Debbie Macomber's Cedar Cove Series Vol 3

92 Pacific Boulevard

1022 Evergreen Place

1105 Yakima Street

1225 Christmas Tree Lane

Debbie Macomber

Table of Contents

92 Pacific Boulevard

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

Twenty-One

Twenty-Two

Twenty-Three

Twenty-Four

Twenty-Five

Twenty-Six

Twenty-Seven

Twenty-Eight

Twenty-Nine

Thirty

Thirty-One

Thirty-Two

Thirty-Three

Thirty-Four

Thirty-Five

Thirty-Six

1022 Evergreen Place

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

Twenty-One

Twenty-Two

Twenty-Three

Twenty-Four

Twenty-Five

Twenty-Six

Twenty-Seven

Twenty-Eight

Twenty-Nine

Thirty

Thirty-One

Thirty-Two

Thirty-Three

Thirty-Four

Thirty-Five

Thirty-Six

1105 Yakima Street

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

Twenty-One

Twenty-Two

Twenty-Three

Twenty-Four

Twenty-Five

Twenty-Six

Twenty-Seven

Twenty-Eight

Twenty-Nine

Thirty

Thirty-One

Thirty-Two

Thirty-Three

Thirty-Four

Thirty-Five

Thirty-Six

Thirty-Seven

1225 Christmas Tree Lane

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

Twenty-One

Epilogue

92 Pacific Boulevard

Debbie Macomber

One

T
roy Davis had been with the sheriff's department in Cedar Cove for most of his working life. He knew this town and he knew these people; he was one of them. Four times now he'd been elected to the office of sheriff by an overwhelming majority.

Sitting at his desk on this bleak January day, he let his mind wander as he sipped stale coffee. The department stuff was never good, no matter how recently it'd been brewed. As he sat there, he thought about Sandy, his wife of more than thirty years. She'd died last year of complications related to MS. Her death had left a gaping hole in his life. He'd often discussed his cases with her and had come to appreciate her insights. She usually had opinions, carefully considered ones, on what led people to commit the crimes that brought them to his attention.

Troy would've been interested in her views on one of his current cases. A couple of local teenagers had come upon skeletal remains in a cave not far from the road leading out of town. Partial results of the autopsy were finally in, but they raised more questions than they answered. Additional tests were forthcoming, and they might provide further in
formation. He could only hope…. Hard though it was to believe, the body had gone all this time without discovery, and no one seemed to know who it was.

Despite this perplexing—and very cold—case and, of course, the loss of his wife, Troy had reason to count his blessings. He had a comfortable life, good friends and his only child, Megan, was married to a fine young man. In fact, Troy couldn't have chosen a better husband for his daughter had he handpicked Craig himself. In a few months, Megan would give birth to his first grandchild.

As far as finances went, Troy had no complaints. His house was paid off and so was his car. He enjoyed his work and had strong ties to the community.

And yet…he was miserable.

That misery could be attributed to one source.

Faith Beckwith.

Troy had reconnected with his high-school girlfriend, and almost before he realized what was happening, he'd fallen in love with her all over again.

Neither of them possessed an impulsive personality. They were adults; they'd known what they wanted and what they were doing.

Then the relationship that had seemed so promising had come to a sudden end—thanks to his daughter's reaction and to some undeniably bad judgment on Troy's part.

When Megan learned he was dating again so soon after her mother's death, she'd been very upset. Troy understood his daughter's feelings. It
had
only been a few months since they'd buried Sandy; however, Sandy had been ill for years, and in some ways, their farewells had been said long before. But the fact that Troy had hidden his relationship with Faith from his daughter had contributed significantly to the whole mess.

On the evening of Troy's first visit to Faith's home in Seattle, the first time he'd kissed her, Megan had been at the hospital. She'd had a miscarriage. And while she and Craig were at the hospital, they couldn't reach Troy—because he'd turned off his cell phone. Because he hadn't wanted his hours with Faith interrupted.

His guilt had been overwhelming. The baby had meant everything to Megan and Craig, especially so soon after Sandy's death.

In retrospect Troy saw that he'd completely mishandled the situation. Immediately after Megan's miscarriage he'd broken off the relationship with Faith. He'd acted out of remorse but he hadn't taken Faith's feelings into account; her shock and pain haunted him to this day.

He'd dedicated himself to his daughter and her needs ever since. That didn't mean he'd stopped thinking about Faith—far from it. Thoughts of her filled his every waking moment.

To complicate this already complicated situation, Faith had sold her Seattle home and moved to Cedar Cove to be closer to her son, Scott—and to Troy. Seeing her around town these days was torture. Faith had made it clear that she wanted nothing to do with him. Troy didn't blame her.

“I have that missing-persons file for you, Sheriff.” Cody Woodchase stepped into his office and set the folder in Troy's in-basket.

“Thanks,” Troy murmured. “You checked the appropriate dates?”

Cody nodded, dutifully efficient. “And came up blank. The only major case I can personally recall was Daniel Sherman a few years back.”

Troy was well aware of the outcome. His old high-
school friend had walked away from his family for no apparent reason. He'd simply vanished. The case had bothered Troy for well over a year. As it turned out, Dan had committed suicide, his body eventually found in the woods.

“That one was solved,” Troy pointed out.

“I remember,” Cody said. “Anyway, I pulled all the pertinent missing-persons files and printed them out for you.”

“Thanks.” Troy reached for the folder as soon as Cody left his office. Cedar Cove was fortunate enough to have a low crime rate. Oh, there was the occasional public disturbance, domestic violence now and then, a break-in, a drunk driver—the sort of crime common to any small town. There was a mystery every once in a while, too. The biggest that came to mind was the man who'd shown up at Thyme and Tide, the Beldons' B and B. The stranger had the misfortune to die that very night. But that case, which was actually a murder, had been solved, too.

And now…the human remains, found just before Christmas.

According to the autopsy, they were those of a young man. A teenage boy between the ages of fourteen and eighteen. Based on those bones, there was no obvious cause of death. No blunt-force trauma, for instance. He'd been dead as long as twenty-five to thirty years.

Twenty-five to thirty years!

Troy had been with the department back then, untested and eager to prove himself. Sandy was pregnant after miscarrying twice, optimistic that this time they'd have their baby.

If a missing teenager had been reported in the late '70s or early '80s, Troy was confident he would've remembered it. The files Cody had printed out indicated that he
was right. Not a single case involving a missing teenager, male or female, had been left unresolved.