For Quinn Collins, buying the flower shop in downtown Harbor Pointe fulfills a childhood dream, but also gives her the chance to stick it to her mom, who owned the store before skipping town twenty years ago and never looking back. Completing much-needed renovations, however, while also competing for a prestigious flower competition with her mother as the head judge, soon has Quinn in over her head. Not that she’d ever ask for help. Luckily, she may not need to. Quinn’s father and his meddling friends find the perfect solution in notorious Olympic skier Grady Benson, who had only planned on passing through the old-fashioned lakeside town. But when a heated confrontation leads to property damage, helping Quinn as a community-service sentence seems like the quickest way out―and the best way to avoid more negative press. Quinn finds Grady reckless and entitled; he thinks she’s uptight and too regimented. Yet as the two begin to hammer and saw, Quinn sees glimpses of the vulnerability behind the bravado, and Grady learns from her passion and determination, qualities he seems to have lost along the way. But when a well-intentioned omission has devastating consequences, Grady finds himself cast out of town―and Quinn’s life―possibly forever. Forced to face the hurt holding her back, Quinn must finally let go or risk missing out on the adventure of a lifetime. Includes discussion questions. A charming story about discovering joy amidst life’s disappointments, Just Let Go is a delightful treat for Courtney Walsh’s growing audience. Rachel Hauck, NYT bestselling author Just Let Go By Courtney Walsh Tyndale House Publishers Copyright © 2018 Courtney Walsh All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-4964-2152-4 CHAPTER 1 HE SHOULDN'T BE HERE. A diner in some little tourist town in Michigan was no place for Grady Benson, but here he was. From the second he walked in the door, it was clear he'd made a mistake. Eyes found and followed him all the way to this table, conspicuously located at the center of the space. A girl with glasses and wild, curly hair rushed over and set a glass of water in front of him. If he had to guess, he'd say tourist season was over and this place was filled with locals. He didn't even catch the name of the diner when he walked in, but when Wild Hair handed him the menu, he read Hazel's Kitchen: Harbor Pointe, Michigan on the cover and figured that's where he was. Where he definitely should not be. So much for staying under the radar. "Did you see the sign on your way in? It had all the specials written on it." Wild Hair wore a nametag that read Betsy. Now that he looked at her, she was cute, in a small-town, innocent sort of way. Not like the girls he was used to dating. They were anything but innocent. "I didn't." He opened the menu and kept his head down, but the whispers started despite his best efforts to disappear. Apparently Harbor Pointe had noticed him. "Can I just get a cheeseburger with everything, fries, and a chocolate milk shake?" Betsy's eyes went wide. "Are you sure that's a good idea?" He glanced up at her, and she quickly swiped the menu out of his hand. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." "What do you think I should eat?" he asked. She looked away, visibly ruffled. "Grilled chicken with a big plate of roasted vegetables and a glass of water?" There was a question in her voice. He pretended to think it over for a few seconds but shook his head. "I'll stick with the cheeseburger." She scribbled something on her notepad, then scurried away like a mouse. Grady sat for a few long minutes, feeling too big for the chair she'd put him in. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened Twitter. Grady Benson needs to learn the art of knowing when to quit. Benson chokes again. Time to hang up the skis, buddy. Kiss the Olympics good-bye, GB. You'll be lucky to land a job training little kids with a run like that. #crashandburn He clicked the screen off and flicked it on the table with a clunk. The race in Vermont would follow him all the way to Colorado with Twitter comments echoing in his head. He should've just gotten on a plane like everyone else. A solo road trip to clear his head suddenly seemed like a ridiculous idea. Betsy returned with his milk shake, half of it in a tall glass with whipped cream and a cherry on top, the other half still in the metal mixing container. He ate healthy most of the time — it was one of the few rules he actually followed — but he didn't feel like making wise choices right now. He wanted to do whatever he wanted to do. Grady glanced up as the door opened and a pretty blonde woman walked in. She wore ripped jeans rolled at the ankles, slouchy and a little too big for her, along with a gray T-shirt underneath an army-green jacket that cinched in at the waist. Like him, she looked out of place, like she didn't belong here, but judging by the welcome she received when she walked in the door, she absolutely did. He couldn't tell, but