Sunrise Cabin. Stacey Donovan

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      Table Of 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

       chapter fourteen

       chapter fifteen

       chapter sixteen

       chapter seventeen

       chapter eighteen

       chapter nineteen

       chapter twenty

       chapter twenty-one

       chapter twenty-two

       chapter twenty-three

       chapter twenty-four

       chapter twenty-five

       chapter twenty-six

       chapter twenty-seven

       epilogue

       sunday muffins (maple pecan streusel muffins with cider glaze)

       about the author

       The Christmas Company

      Sunrise Cabin

      Copyright @ 2018 Crown Media Family Networks

      All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereinafter invented, including xerography, photocopying and recording, or in any information storage or retrieval system, is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher.

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

      Print: 978-1-947892-27-9

      Ebook: 978-1-947892-26-2

       www.hallmarkpublishing.com

      To my parents,

      Merrill and Marilyn Johnson,

      for all their encouragement and love.

      chapter one

      Of all the things Paige loved about the little cabin, the view of the sunrise was her favorite. She stepped outside the back door onto the small stone patio to watch, like she did every morning. The autumn chill seeped through her blue flannel pajamas, and she wrapped her arms around herself. The sun wasn’t quite up yet, but almost, and the pond reflected the gold of the horizon. Above the dark silhouettes of the trees, still hanging onto their leaves for now, small pink and purple clouds flocked the brightening blue sky.

      The cabin, at the end of a dead-end street far to the west of Denver, had mountain views to both the east and the west. It was a forty-minute drive, sometimes more, to the downtown elementary school where Paige taught, but in the morning quiet, she felt like she was a million miles away.

      She took in a deep breath, let it out, and began her usual morning ritual.

      “I’m thankful for this day,” she said aloud and closed her eyes. “I’m thankful for my mom and dad.” They were usually right at the top of her list. “I’m thankful for my job, and for the kids.” She gave a wry smile. A couple of the children in her first-grade class gave her some trouble, but she’d been teaching long enough now to expect that. “And for my health. And for this beautiful world, and this beautiful season.” She’d always loved fall.

      “I’m thankful my car is fixed.” Her yellow VW bug had several years and a lot of miles on it, and she’d just gotten

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