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  Also by Rachel Hanna

  January Cove Series

  Waiting For You

  The One For Me

  Loving Tessa

  Falling For You

  Finding Love

  All I Need

  Secrets And Soulmates

  Choices Of The Heart

  Sweet Love

  Faith, Hope & Love

  Spying On The Billionaire

  Second Chance Christmas

  South Carolina Sunsets

  The Beach House

  Sunsets & Second Chances

  Fireflies & Family Ties

  The Inn At Seagrove

  The Wedding At Seagrove

  A Seagrove Christmas

  Lighthouse Cove

  Beneath The Willow Tree

  Mutts & Magnolias (Coming Soon)

  Sweet Tea B&B

  Sweet Tea Sunrise

  Sweet Tea & Honey Bees

  Sweet Tea & Wedding Rings

  Sweet Tea & Christmas Trees

  Sweet Tea B&B

  Whiskey Ridge

  Starting Over

  Taking Chances

  Home Again

  Always A Bridesmaid

  The Billionaire's Retreat

  Wisteria Island

  Wisteria Island

  Wisteria Winds

  Standalone

  Back To Us

  Blue Ridge Christmas

  The Book Club On Waverly Lane (Coming Soon)

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  MUTTS & MAGNOLIAS

  RACHEL HANNA

  CONTENTS

  Foreword

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Epilogue

  FOREWORD

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  CHAPTER 1

  Dawson stood on the edge of the dock and flung his fishing line out into the water. One of his favorite ways to spend the day was fishing in a small local lake on the property of one of his friends.

  “I keep getting it caught in the tree,” Dylan lamented. Dawson swore his hook had been in more trees today than in the water.

  “Let me see it… again,” he said with a sigh. As calm as he normally was, he was getting frustrated. Dylan’s brain didn’t seem to be switched on today. He wasn’t himself at all, and he hadn’t been in a couple of weeks. Julie had written it off to the holiday rush that had just finished. Kids were always distracted when they had to go back to school after Christmas. But Dawson thought there was more to it, which was why he’d taken his son fishing today.

  “Thanks,” Dylan said, as Dawson handed him back his pole for the umpteenth time. “What’s going on, buddy?”

  “What do you mean?” he asked, staring out at the water.

  “You seem a little different lately.”

  “Maybe it’s that puberty thing they’ve been talking to us about in health class.”

  Dawson chuckled. “Maybe, but it usually doesn’t make you change this fast. Is something going on?”

  “Nope.”

  Dylan was an emotional kid, but this was more than that. It was like he was keeping a secret, and Dawson didn’t like it at all. With his history of being in foster care and having such a tumultuous time with his birth parents, Dawson knew there was a lot going on in his growing brain. When he didn’t want to talk about it, Dawson got worried.

  Of course, it wasn’t like most boys were very communicative, especially at this age. He remembered how he was, and talking about his emotions wasn’t exactly on the top of his list of things to do. He tried to walk that fine line with his own son, where he was available to talk but not pushy about it. Right now, he was teetering on the line of becoming pushy, so he pulled back.

  “Are you enjoying school?”

  Dylan tensed up a bit and tossed his rod on the ground beside him. “I’m sick of fishing. Can I go back home?”

  “Son, it’s miles to get home. You’re going to walk?”

  Dylan shrugged his shoulders. “It’s hot out here.”

  “It’s January, dude. It’s not hot.”

  “Can I sit in the truck, then?”

  Dawson wanted to ask more questions, but that seemed to be the wrong thing to do at the moment. “Sure.” He tossed him the keys. “I’ll get all the stuff together and come over there in a minute, okay?”

  “Okay.” Without another word, Dylan slowly walked toward the truck. As Dawson started gathering up the poles and tackle box, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, honey,” Julie said from the other end of the line. “How’s fishing?”

  He laughed. “Fishing is fine, but our son is another story.”

  “He’s still acting weird?”

  “Yep. In fact, he asked to go sit in the truck. I’m getting our stuff together now.”

  “Did you try to talk to him?”

  “I did. He definitely doesn’t want to talk about whatever it is.”

  “Well, we can’t just let it go, right? I mean, we have to find out what’s going on.”

  Dawson sat on the tackle box. “We have to be careful here, Julie. Boys don’t love talking all that much anyway, and we don’t want to make him close off even further.”

  “What about counseling?”

  He laughed. “And what would we tell the counselor? That he’s being quiet and acting funny? I think they’d need more to go on than that. Plus, Dylan would shut down if we asked him to go talk to some stranger. Let’s give it a little time and see if he’s just having a bad couple of weeks, okay?”

  “Okay. I guess,” she said, begrudgingly. He knew his wife wanted to fix the situation because that’s who she was. A fixer. She didn’t like it when something was wrong with someone she loved and she couldn’t fix it.

  “Don’t worry, babe. I’m on top of it. We’ll figure it out.”

  “I trust you,” she said. “Oh, a customer just came in. Let me go help them. See you at home. Love you!”

  Before he could respond, the line disconnected. He looked up at the truck and could only see Dylan’s silhouette. Something was definitely wrong with his boy, and he was going to make it his mission to find out what it was.

  Griffin Connor stood on the front porch of his property and took in a deep breath. It’d been many years since he’d stood in this spot and stared out over the acreage his grandfather had owned for decades. The family property had been passed down several generations, and now it was his turn. He didn’t want to screw it up. It was an honor. It was a responsibility. It was a huge life change.

  A veterinarian, he’d left his flourishing practice behind in Nashville and come home to Seagrove, South Carolina, to take over where his late grandfather left off. The vet practice that his grandfather had built from the ground up forty years ago was now his, along with four acres, an office building and a house. This place that he’d loved all his life was now his, and he was terrified.

  Griffin hadn’t grown up in Seagrove, although he’d visited it a million times as a little kid. He had vivid memories of floating through the marshes on his grandfather’s rickety little boat and eating shrimp and grits at the local waterfront cafe.

  He’d lived in nearby Charleston as a kid, but when his parents di
vorced, his mother had taken him to Tennessee to be closer to her family. His father eventually remarried and moved to Oklahoma to be near his new wife’s family, leaving Griffin to feel abandoned.

  The one constant in his life, besides his mother, was his grandfather. Everybody called him Doc, although Griffin had called him Papa Doc. He was a tall, lanky man with white hair and the biggest smile Griffin had ever seen. Papa Doc had been his light in every stormy time of his life, and he missed him more than he could express now.

  After a quick battle with cancer, he was gone, leaving everything he had to Griffin. Of course, he was his closest living relative, with Griffin’s mom having passed away years ago. Doc had always been so proud that Griffin followed in his footsteps and graduated from The University of Georgia’s revered veterinary school. Even back then, he’d wanted Griffin to come work with him in Seagrove, but Griffin had been young and idealistic, and he wanted to start his own practice in Nashville.

  Although he loved his old practice, there was a part of him that wished he had come to Seagrove all those years ago just so he could’ve soaked up as much of his grandfather’s wisdom as he could.

  “Dr. Connor, is there anything else I can do for you?”

  He turned to Sam, the young man he’d hired to help him unload his truck full of furniture, and smiled. “No, you’ve helped me a lot today. Here you go.” He pulled a wad of cash out of his pocket and gave it to the teenager.

  Sam stared down at the money. “No, sir, I couldn’t take this much money from you. My momma would kill me.”

  Griffin laughed. “A man needs money in his pocket. And you deserve it. You’ve worked hard today.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  As he watched Sam get into his little pickup truck, complete with rust on the sides, he remembered those early years of struggling through college. Back then, he wished he’d had a truck at all. His mother worked hard as a teacher, and Papa Doc had helped as much as his mother would allow. In the end, Griffin knew he had to earn his way in the world and pay his dues.

  He walked down into the yard and over to the office. This was where Papa Doc saw his patients every day. He treated dogs, cats, pet rabbits and just about anything else that came through the door. He was also trained in treating larger animals and often made house calls to treat horses. Griffin wasn’t trained in that, so he’d just be handling mostly dogs and cats.

  Ironically, he didn’t have a dog of his own. That was the first order of business now that his things were moved. He’d be heading to the local shelter to find a new best friend. Being in a town where he knew no one would not be easy. He had no idea whether his grandfather’s patients would stay with him or go to the other vet in town.

  There was a certain amount of stress that came along with leaving his whole life behind in Nashville and coming to take over Papa Doc’s business. What if he’d let his old life go for nothing? What if he ruined his grandfather’s business and ended up having to sell everything? Okay, maybe he was being a bit dramatic.

  Still, leaving Nashville had been hard. There were a lot of memories there, both good and bad. Every corner seemed to hold memories of some kind, but it was familiar, and right now nothing looked or felt familiar.

  He stepped into the office and sat down behind the desk Papa Doc had used since Griffin was a little boy. All worn and wooden, he could see gouges where little dog and cat nails had probably clawed it up. Nothing stayed pristine in a veterinarian’s office.

  He opened each drawer, pulling out various items his grandfather had kept. Many were antiquated and wouldn’t be used today, but he did things the old-fashioned way. “Griff, sometimes the old ways are the best ways. You don’t always need to reinvent the wheel. The old one works just fine!”

  Griffin smiled as he closed all but one drawer. He looked down and saw a blue envelope with his name on it. He retrieved a silver letter opener from the desktop and slid it under the flap of the envelope.

  As soon as he opened it and pulled out the yellowed piece of paper, he could smell Papa Doc’s cologne. It was like he’d just appeared in the room, with his requisite pipe and plaid shirt.

  Dear Griff,

  Well, I suppose if you’re reading this, I’m living it up in heaven. I can’t wait to see your grandma, your momma and everybody who went before me.

  But that also means my beloved patients will be left without a doctor, and I just can’t have that. I hope you’ll take over my practice and my property, Griff. You’re a talented vet, and you know I’ve always wanted you to come to Seagrove. I think this place is your real home, and I believe you’ll see that in time.

  I love you, buddy. The best parts of my life included you, and I will always watch over you. Do good things. Find someone who truly loves you like I did, and your life will be so much fuller.

  I’m rooting for you, always.

  Love,

  Papa Doc

  Griffin wiped the tears from his eyes. Papa Doc had always been more on the gruff side, so this wasn’t a letter he ever expected to read from him. He was a tough old Marine, so showing a lot of emotion hadn’t been his “thing”.

  He folded the paper, put it back in the envelope, and placed it into the drawer. He decided he would keep it there to read on those days when he didn’t believe in himself or just needed a little encouragement.

  Griffin had to smile when he read the part about finding love. Papa Doc had been on him for years about finding a wife. He’d come close once, almost getting engaged to Paulina. But when she’d cheated on him with her co-worker, that relationship ended and Griffin opted to only love his patients from now on. Dogs never let you down. They always loved you, no matter what. Cats? Well, it really depended on the cat in question he’d found.

  “Great class, everybody!” Janine said, waving as her students filed out of the building. If she was being honest with herself, she was exhausted. After getting married, she and William bought their first place together, a beautiful condo overlooking the marsh, right near the yoga studio. She’d moved out of Julie’s old cottage. While Colleen still lived there, she and Tucker were on an extended work trip out west, which meant that Julie had to rent out the place on a short-term lease. The couple that lived there seemed nice enough, from what Janine could tell.

  Blending their lives was more challenging than Janine had imagined. Of course, she and William had known each other for a good while, so nothing about his habits had surprised her much. Still, each of them had their own stuff, and she’d found they each did things very differently. For instance, she liked to wash all the dishes right after eating dinner, while William preferred to “let them soak” and get to them in the morning.

  Then there was the toilet paper issue. How had she never noticed he put the toilet paper roll on backwards? Everybody knew you pulled it down from the front.

  Of course, these were minor issues, and she was thrilled to finally be married to the man of her dreams. Waking up next to him, snuggling with him on a rainy afternoon, watching movies… they were all things she’d dreamed of her whole life. God had blessed her with a man who loved her, and she would never take that for granted.

  “Are you still open?”

  Janine turned around and saw a young, very pregnant girl standing in the doorway of her studio. “Yes, of course! Come on in. I’m Janine, the owner.”

  She smiled slightly. “I’m Tabatha.”

  It took Janine a moment before her name registered. “Oh, from Abigail and Celeste’s house?”

  “Yeah.”

  “It’s nice to finally meet you. How can I help you?”

  “Do you work with pregnant women?”

  Janine nodded. “All the time. Yoga is very helpful for pregnant women. What issues are you having?”

  She reached around to her lower back. “It hurts here all the time. And my right hip hurts when I sit or when I sleep. Basically, everything hurts.” Her face fell, and she sighed. Janine seemed to remember Tabatha was sixteen years old, from w
hat Julie had said.

  “I can imagine this is a hard time for you. I’d be glad to help you however I can. I have a class for pregnant women…”

  “No.”

  “No?”

  “I don’t want to be in a class with other women.” She looked down at her feet.

  “Oh. Can I ask why? I mean, they’re all going through the same thing…”

  “No, they’re not. They probably wanted their babies. And I bet most of them are married. I’m sixteen years old, and this is embarrassing. I didn’t ask for this.” Her face was turning redder and redder, and a stray tear escaped from her eye.

  Janine walked closer and put her hand on Tabatha’s shoulder. “You’re right. If you don’t feel comfortable being in a class, how about I give you some private sessions? I can teach you the moves to do to help relieve your pain. Does that work?”

  She looked up at Janine. “Really? You’d do that for me? Why?”

  “Because in Seagrove, we help each other.”

  “But I don’t have enough money to pay for private lessons.”

  Janine smiled. “It’s fine. I can work with you in between my other classes. I’m here anyway.”

  “Thank you!” Tabatha said, tears still in her eyes. “This has just been so hard.”

  “Consider it my gift to you. Now, why don’t we take a look at my calendar and see when we can get started? Sound good?”

  “A dog? What are we going to do with a dog?” Celeste asked, her arms crossed.

  Abigail stared at her. “Why do we need to do something with a dog? Can’t we just have a dog?”

  “I mean, I have nothing against dogs, but we have a lot going on here between hosting the foster camps and…”