Olivia Lockhart-Griffin Cedar Cove, Washington Dear Reader, Believe it or not, we have another mystery in Cedar Cove! This one, ironically enough, involves the McAfees—Roy, who’s a private investigator, and his wife, Corrie. They’ve been receiving anonymous postcards and messages asking if they “regret the past.” Corrie says she has no idea what any of it means…. On a more positive note, they’re both delighted that their daughter, Linnette, has moved to Cedar Cove to work at the new medical clinic. And when Corrie attended the humane society’s “Dog and Bachelor Auction,” she bought Linnette a date with Cal Washburn, who works at Cliff Harding’s horse farm. Unfortunately, Linnette seems less enthusiastic about this than Corrie is. Speaking of Cliff, the romance between him and Grace Sherman is back on. But that’s only one of the many interesting stories here in town. Corrie’s invited you and me for a coffee at the McAfee house—that’s 50 Harbor Street—and we’ll tell you everything we know! Olivia Debbie Macomber is a #1 New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author and a leading voice in women’s fiction today. She is a multiple award winner with more than 200 million copies of her books in print. Five of her Christmas titles have been made into Hallmark Channel Original Movies, as well as a series based on her bestselling Cedar Cove stories. For more information, visit her website: www.DebbieMacomber.com . Corrie McAfee was worried. And she knew that her husband, Roy, was too. Who wouldn't be? Starting in July, Roy—a private investigator—had received a series of anonymous postcards, and while the messages weren't overtly threatening, they were certainly distressing. The first communication, which had been mailed to the office, spoke of regrets. During the intervening weeks, there'd been several others. Corrie had read each postcard so often she'd memorized them all. The first one stated: EVERYONE HAS REGRETS. IS THERE ANYTHING YOU'VE DONE YOU WISH YOU COULD DO OVER? THINK ABOUT IT. There hadn't been a signature then, or on any of the other cards. They'd arrived at infrequent intervals and been mailed from different locations. The cryptic messages kept playing in her mind. The passing of time hadn't helped; she was as much in the dark now, in October, as when she'd seen that first postcard. There was a final gasping, gurgling sound as the coffee drained into the glass pot. The noise distracted Corrie from her worries for a moment—long enough to glance out the wide office window that overlooked downtown Cedar Cove, Washington. Serving as Roy's secretary and assistant had its advantages, and in this instance, disadvantages. Sometimes ignorance truly was bliss; the current situation was definitely one of those cases. She'd sleep better if she'd never learned about the mysterious postcards. And yet…even if Roy had managed to keep them hidden from her, she would still have known—because the last message had been hand-delivered, at night, to their front door. Not to the office like the others, but to their home. Late one evening, someone had walked up the sidewalk and onto the porch of their house. As it happened, Roy and Corrie were entertaining dinner guests that night—and had opened the door to discover that an unknown person had left a fruit basket and an accompanying note. Chills raced up Corrie's spine at the thought that this person knew their home address. "Is that coffee ready yet?" Roy called from inside his office. Apparently she hadn't delivered it fast enough. "Hold your horses—it's coming." Corrie didn't mean to snap at her husband. Normally she wasn't short-tempered. This uncharacteristic outburst revealed how upset she was by everything that was happening to them. Sighing, she filled a clean mug for Roy and carried it, steam rising, into his office. "Okay, that does it," she said, putting the coffee on the corner of his desk. "We have to talk." As if he didn't have a care in the world, Roy leaned back in his chair and locked his fingers behind his head. They'd been married nearly thirty years, and Corrie found him as attractive now as she had in college. Roy had played football for the University of Washington and been a "big man on campus," as they used to say. He was tall and broad-shouldered, still muscular, his posture as straight as ever. He stayed in good shape without apparent effort, and Corrie envied, just a bit, the fact that he'd never gained any weight. His dark hair had thinned and was streaked with gray, which only added a look of dignity to his appearance. Of all the women he dated during college, he'd fallen in love with her. Theirs hadn't been an easy courtship, though. They'd broken up for more than a year, and then reunited. Once they were back together, they realized how much they loved each other; there'd been no uncertainty about their feelings. They were married shortly after graduation and their love had endured through trials and tribulations, throug