"Andrew Jenkins, did you hear about the new little thing that just bought that old Marshall place that Janice has been trying to get rid of for so long?" Jacob Huntingdon asked. Andrew had just walked into the bookstore, out of the rain, eager for a warm cup of coffee at the café. His best friend, someone he had known all his life, greeted him upon seeing him dash into the building from his car. The café of the bookstore was often a meeting place for various members of the town; where they caught up on current events and gossiped about the comings and goings of the small population.

"No way! A city girl?" he asked back, shaking the rain out of his hair. Waving to Janice, who frowned disapprovingly at the muddy puddle he was forming in the doorway, he strode up the stairs to the 2nd floor, the café, where he was greeted with the heavenly scent of coffee and freshly baked muffins.

"I'm not too sure about that. Janice was a little skimpy on the details," Jacob said, taking a swig of his coffee and sighing.

"That's pretty interesting, new resident. What she do?" Andrew asked, as he nodded to the women at the counter of the café, who smiled and presented him with his usual. Winking in thanks, he led Jacob to a table near the back, and sat down.

"I'm not too sure about that, either. Janice says that she's interested in working with the theatre in some way. Told her to come talk to you about that, make sure she's not stepping on anyone's toes with that she'd be doing, you know."

"Hmm, I don't know what anyone would be able to do with our theatre, it's little good for anyone other than the drama club," he said, smiling as he thought of the small group of his students that adored the theatre to distraction, and were always working on new productions just so they could spend their Saturdays having the run of the place.

"Well, maybe she'd want to work with them, you never know. Anyway, she seems like an interesting character. Janice says that she used to be this big famous author, so she's pretty bloody rich, wrote a check to buy the Marshall place without batting an eye, but she doesn't write anymore, and that's why she's come here, to get away from the fame and pressure of being asked to write more books. Even changed her first name to Carrie to try to stay away from that," Jacob said knowingly.

"You certainly have become quite the gossip, Jacob, I'd hate to think what Maggie would say if she knew how you spend your time, gossiping in the coffee shop," Andrew said with a laugh. Jacob ran the hotel resort with his wife, but for the past few years, both of them had just let the hotel run itself, as nothing ever really changed, which left the both of them a large amount of free time.

"She just gets mad if I don't tell her everything I know, so we're on the same page," he answered. Andrew chuckled.

"Andrew Jenkins, just the man I've been looking for," Maggie Huntingdon declared as she sat down at their table, seemingly coming from nowhere.

"Well, you've found me. What can I do for you?"

"You need to stop flirting with all the ladies on this island. You're getting quite a name for yourself. Janice was just saying to me the other day that all of her girls that work the counter at the café practically fight to see who gets to serve you. You and that charming smile are going to get you into trouble, you're going to get yourself a reputation that is not exactly the greatest, which should not be the case for the principal of the school," she said without taking a breath.

"Now, Maggie, you look after your man, and let me live my life," Andrew answered. Maggie was about to continue her lecture, but stopped short as most of the patrons in the café ceased speaking, and watched as the newcomer to the island walked into the café.

They watched in silence, en masse, as she walked to the counter, order her coffee with a smile, chatted with the counter girl for a few moments, before taking her coffee over to an empty table and sitting down.

"That's her," Maggie whispered.

"Anyone going to go and say hello?" Andrew asked. When neither husband nor wife made a move, he stood up and walked over to her table.

"I guess you'd be Ms. Williams, Fletchers new resident," he said. The young woman with the stunning red hair looked up at him, with her big blue eyes, and Andrew was suddenly very glad that she had come to this island.