‘Are you okay?’ whispered Isla, noticing Bea had paled.

  ‘He’s gone.’ Bea took a deep breath and held out her hand. ‘Look, I’m shaking. I’d hoped he’d wouldn’t go.’ Feeling the pain in her heart she pressed a tissue to her eyes. She needed to hold it together somehow. After all, this was Martha’s moment.

  ‘He hasn’t gone anywhere, he’s here.’

  Bea’s head swung in the direction of the door and relief flooded her veins at the sight of Nolan. He held a huge bouquet of beautiful blooms. Her heart pounding, she couldn’t take her eyes off him as he made his way to the microphone. He looked across at Isla, who gave him a nod of encouragement.

  ‘What’s going on?’ whispered Bea.

  Isla shrugged but gave Bea a warm smile. ‘Everything is going to be okay.’

  Nolan looked nervous as he took to the microphone and all eyes were on him. ‘I won’t keep you long as I can see a magnificent feast being brought to your tables. My name is Nolan Hemingway and I live on the houseboat The Hemingway, which once belonged to my grandfather, Morgan Hemingway. Many moons ago, my grandfather sailed into Heartcross and his boat paraded in the very first River Festival.

  ‘My grandfather recorded all his travels in a log book, and I’ve been retracing his voyages since he passed away.’ Nolan’s voice cracked. His emotions were still very raw when he spoke about his grandfather and he pressed his fingers against his eyes. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to get upset, this is a joyous occasion.’

  Martha stood up and walked over to Nolan, taking his hand. She nodded at him. ‘You’ve got this,’ she whispered.

  ‘As a young boy my grandfather used to tell me stories of a place called Heartcross, with its towering mountain and the castle on the hill. It was the place where he met his Heartcross Princess, Patsy, at The Little Blue Boathouse. I didn’t realise this place was actually real until a few years ago when I saw it on the news, and it took me by surprise. After I renovated the boat, I knew the place I had to visit most of all was right here, and what I stumbled across was a wonderful place filled with an amazing community, which has begun to help me heal after my own tragedy a few years ago. Heartcross is a special place that helps to mend broken hearts.’ Nolan looked over towards Bea, who was on the verge of more tears. ‘Even though I’ve not known Martha very long, I feel like I’ve known her all my life, and I can see exactly why she is so special to your community. I know that my grandfather would have loved to be here today, but unfortunately you’ve got me…’

  Martha laughed and gave him a quick squeeze.

  ‘And so, on behalf of myself and my grandfather, these flowers are for you, Martha, and I hope I got them right because in his stories he always talked about Princess Patsy’s favourite blooms.’

  Martha nodded, the tears cascading down her cheeks as she took the stunning bouquet of pink oriental lilies and large roses hand-tied with eucalyptus.

  ‘They are my absolute favourites, thank you.’

  ‘Now please enjoy your meal. Once again, happy birthday, Martha.’

  There was jovial chatter all around as the guests picked up their knives and forks and tucked into their first course. Nolan returned to Bea, who had her hand on her heart. ‘That was a beautiful speech and those flowers are gorgeous.’

  ‘I left the birthday painting on the boat but I’ll drop it off to her later in the week.’

  Bea’s eyes widened. ‘Say that again?’

  ‘I said I’ll drop it off later in the week.’

  ‘But just then … when you disappeared … I thought you’d slipped away without saying goodbye.’

  ‘Hang on a minute, you told me to slip away without saying goodbye,’ he said, grinning.

  ‘I know but it’s a woman’s prerogative to change her mind.’

  ‘And what about a man? Can he change his mind too?’

  Bea’s heart was racing. ‘Are you trying to tell me something?’ Under the table she had her fingers crossed.

  ‘Since I arrived in Heartcross, life hasn’t been quite the same. I wonder why that is?’

  ‘Hopefully me,’ said Bea, not holding back.

  ‘I know I’m still a little way short of healing from my past but I think with your help that may become easier.’

  ‘Are you telling me you’re actually staying?’

  Nolan nudged her elbow. ‘Early this afternoon I had a meeting with Flynn…’

  ‘About?’

  ‘Opening up my own art gallery in the village. He’s given me some ideas. Apparently the barns on this side of Foxglove Farm are going to be turned into small retail shops. One is already occupied – Buttercup Barn, which is a florist – but there are two more available. The other option would be to anchor The Hemingway outside The Little Blue Boathouse and convert the whole boat into a gallery to display my paintings.’

  ‘Are you serious? Does that mean you’re staying?’ Bea could feel herself tearing up. ‘Because rumour has it that once you arrive in Heartcross, you never want to leave Heartcross,’ she added, knowing she definitely had no intention of moving anywhere else any time soon. ‘It’s a magical place and has already captured my heart in more ways than one.’ She nudged Nolan lightly with her shoulder.

  ‘I think it’s about time I stop sailing away from my past and hold on to the good memories. I think I’m happier now ... and I mean, look at this place, who wouldn’t want to be part of this community?’

  Bea let out a squeal. ‘This is brilliant. I was dreading today and now…’ She closed her eyes and put both hands on her heart. ‘But now, it’s just the best day.’

  Opening her eyes, she knew she had a huge grin on her face. Nolan kissed her on her lips.

  ‘You gave me a reason to start believing in the living again. It’s been a hell of a few years ... but anyway, without Fernsby there’s no Hemingway and Fernsby, and I think they go perfectly together.’

  ‘You’ll get no arguments from me on that one.’

  Bea couldn’t wipe the grin off her face as she smiled over at Isla, who gave her a wink and whispered, ‘I’m so glad everyone is getting their happy ever afters. Granny and Mum back together, Granny at peace with Morgan, knowing he was in love with her… Life twists and turns in mysterious ways but I would say fate brought you and Nolan to the River Heart. All this is meant to be.’

  ‘I agree,’ mouthed Bea.

  Three hours later, Bea was amazed to see the crowds of people lining the riverbanks. She’d never seen anything quite like it. Everyone had got into the spirit of the day, with flags waving high and cheers that rippled across the water.

  There were photographers positioned along the bridge between Heartcross and Glensheil, ready to capture every boat in the parade; the radio station was broadcasting from the top of an open-air bus; and as soon as The Hemingway joined the front, the parade could begin.

  ‘Where do we go now?’ asked Bea.

  Nolan pointed. ‘We stay on the left of the river and head for the bridge, where we turn around and make our way back to The Little Blue Boathouse. Once all the boats are in position, I believe something spectacular happens.’

  Everyone had assembled back on The Hemingway, Martha surrounded by all her family and friends, and after passing around some opened bottles of champagne they gathered in a group behind Nolan at the wheel. Nolan took Bea’s hand then slipped his arm around her waist. She felt the excitement zipping through her body as the boat began to move towards the front of the parade. The atmosphere was electric as a voice over the Tannoy alerted the spectators and fellow boats to their arrival.

  ‘Here comes The Hemingway leading today’s River Festival parade. The Hemingway is a spectacular boat that frequented the waters of the River Heart at the very first Rival Festival and was owned by Morgan Hemingway. Today, the captain of the ship is Morgan’s grandson, Nolan Hemingway.’

  Beaming, Nolan stood still, acknowledging the crowd with a wave.

  ‘Look at this turnout! I’ve never seen so many people,’ exclaimed Bea, glancing towards the riverbank.

  ‘They’re all here to wish me Happy Birthday!’ shared Martha, making everyone laugh.

  ‘How do you feel, leading the parade?’ Bea asked Nolan.

  ‘Damn proud – and all the better for you being by my side.’

  Feeling a tap on his shoulder, Nolan turned round to find Gwen standing behind him, her arms open wide. ‘If it wasn’t for you sailing back here then the past might never have been resolved. It’s time for new beginnings for everyone.’

  As Gwen hugged Nolan tight, he looked over her shoulder and locked eyes with Bea. ‘New beginnings,’ he repeated.

  Gwen rejoined Isla and Martha, and Nolan turned towards Bea.

  ‘My grandfather would have loved today.’ His voice wavered as he took a quick glance towards the sky.

  Bea swallowed. ‘He’s with us all in spirit.’

  At that very moment, the brass band on the riverbank began to play. Horns sounded out continuously and the spectators began to wave at the boats from the banks and the bridge.

  ‘And we are off!’ hollered Nolan, nearly deafened by the cheers behind him. ‘Cheers, everyone!’

  ‘To The Hemingway,’ cheered Martha. ‘And everyone who has sailed in her.’

  Everyone stood on deck waving their flags and drinking their champagne.

  Nolan looked over his shoulder and fought back the tears. He’d sailed into Heartcross on a mission to find his grandfather’s first love and what he had discovered was a brand-new family and friends and a girl who made his heart beat faster. Life couldn’t get any better than this. He thought about Hannah. He knew she would approve of Bea. He turned to face her. ‘I never planned to settle anywhere. I thought I would end my days sailing from bay to bay…’

  ‘And now?’ asked Bea.

  ‘I’ve found happiness, a family, I’m about to start an exciting business venture… And that’s all down to you.’

  ‘You never know what’s around the corner, but for me, I’m glad it’s Heartcross.’

  The spectators were still cheering and clapping as The Hemingway motored past the jetty and took its place in front of The Little Blue Boathouse. Martha’s family and friends lined the side of the boat, waving at the crowd on the bank.

  Nolan pulled Bea to him. ‘I do think you’re an absolute superstar and I’m so proud of you for making Heartcross Rescue happen. If there’s a position available to be your right-hand man, do let me know.’

  ‘You have the job!’

  ‘Martha! Nolan! Bea! Look this way!’ Aidy Redfern had brought photographers and a TV crew.

  With their arms wrapped around each other’s waist, they stood in a line, with the rest of Martha’s guests standing behind them. As a line of photographers clicked away, Bea knew she was well on her way to cementing the future of Heartcross Rescue as well as her own.

  ‘It’s been a rollercoaster of a few weeks, hasn’t it?’ she said, swinging a glance towards Nolan.

  ‘It has. Life is certainly not dull with you around!’ he replied, kissing the top of her head. ‘Look!’ His voice rose as he pointed up to the sky above The Little Blue Boathouse.

  Bea gasped as the ultimate firework spectacular burst into life in the sky. Vibrant colours shot straight up before a glittery silver shower fell over The Little Blue Boathouse, while others whirled in spirals and some shattered into thousands of sparks.

  ‘The Little Blue Boathouse, where two love stories began,’ Nolan whispered, his words melting Bea’s heart. ‘So, shall we officially reopen the Hemingway and Fernsby partnership?’

  ‘Er, Fernsby and Hemingway still sounds better,’ she insisted.

  ‘I’m not arguing with you,’ he replied, lowering his lips to hers and kissing her softly as another shower of sparks lit up the sky.

  With her heart bursting with happiness and her eyes brimming with joyful tears, Bea knew that this was what love was meant to feel like. She had no intention of letting it go. Even though her goal was to save lives in the future, hers had already been saved, right here, right now. They stared at the sky for a little longer, Bea feeling the happiest she’d felt in a very long time. Heartbreak often led to beautiful beginnings, and that’s what had happened for her. Heartcross was her future.

  ‘Hemingway and Fernsby,’ Nolan said once more.

  ‘I thought you said you weren’t arguing.’ Bea hit him playfully.

  ‘Bea Fernsby, I think we have an exciting future ahead of us.’

  ‘I think we do, Nolan Hemingway.’

  Today had been perfect. She’d found her reason for arriving in Heartcross and he was standing right next to her. This was exactly where they both wanted to be.

  Acknowledgments

  My eighteenth book is published! As ever this book is a team effort and the hugest of thank yous to my wonderful editor Laura McCallen – I have enjoyed working with you on my latest book from the Love Heart Lane series. This extends to the fabulous team at One More Chapter, HarperCollins for their ongoing support and especially the brilliant Charlotte Ledger, who without a doubt is the best boss and one of the loveliest people in the world of publishing.

  A massive thank you to my children, Emily, Jack, Ruby and Tilly who of course are my greatest achievements in life. I’m proud of you all.

  Big Love to Woody (my mad Cocker spaniel) and Nellie (my bonkers Labradoodle) who are the best writing partners in crime.

  Much love to Anita Redfern. BMITWE. Always.

  A huge thank you to Julie Wetherill. In the last two years we have been on so many crazy adventures and here’s to many more!

  Deep gratitude to all my readers, reviewers, retailers, librarians and fellow authors who have supported me throughout my career. Authors would be lost without you and I truly am grateful for your support.

  This book was inspired by a very long chapter in life. Recently, I found the strength to walk away from a situation that had been hanging around in my life for over 30 years. This book touches on a storyline where the main character embraces her own self-worth and finally stands up for herself and what she deserves.

  I have without a doubt enjoyed writing this latest instalment in the Love Heart Lane series and I really hope you enjoy A Summer Surprise at the Little Blue Boathouse. Please do let me know!

  Warm wishes,

  Christie xx

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  Christie Barlow is the number one international bestselling author of seventeen romantic comedies including the iconic Love Heart Lane Series, A Home at Honeysuckle Farm and Kitty's Countryside Dream. She lives in a ramshackle cottage in a quaint village in the heart of Staffordshire with her four children and two dogs.

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  Her writing career came as a lovely surprise when Christie decided to write a book to teach her children a valuable life lesson and show them that they are capable of achieving their dreams.

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