Meet Me at the Starlight by Rachel Hauck

Author:Rachel Hauck
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance;Christian fiction;Novels;FIC042040;FIC027000;FIC044000
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2024-04-22T00:00:00+00:00

TUESDAY

She listened to Matt on the Rollo on the Radio show in the Starlight’s sound booth with Nora and Harlow. He was charming and entertaining until he told behind-the-scenes stories about the filming of Flight Deck, including how he fell overboard into a rather turbulent sea.

Her joy depleted as she pressed her hand over her thudding heart. She’d not lose another of her loves to war. Even a fake one.

Still, she swelled with hope when he talked about the Starlight. The townsfolk would get off their duffs and sign the petition now.

“What’s next for you, Matt?” Rollo said. “After you save our Starlight?”

“Got an invite to join my buddy David Letterman on Late Night. Then I’m filming a rom-com with Cindy Canon this summer. Should be fun.”

“Is it true Harlow Hayes lives in Sea Blue Beach these days? I’ve been stuck in this dark studio far too long.”

“She is . . . has a home here. She’s getting her life together after—” Matt stopped abruptly.

Tuesday took Harlow’s hand. She seemed rather somber today.

Rollo smoothed over the dead air. “So, Sea Blue Beachers, get out, sign the petition to stop the ugly high-rises from obstructing our cerulean shores. Save the Starlight.” Bumper music introed a commercial for First Federal Bank.

“Matt’s going on Letterman?” Nora said. “How cool. I love him. Look at me, little Nora Kittle, surrounded by celebrities and friends of celebrities.”

“Matt was swell, wasn’t he?” Tuesday said, smiling at Harlow and Nora. “I think we’ve got the momentum. You know I’ve been getting calls from out-of-town folks wondering what the blazes is going on.”

Harriet Nickle rang from Melbourne Beach to give her an earful about Harry Smith. Tuesday listened for a good twenty minutes before Harriet took a breath and said, “I’m just preaching to the choir, aren’t I?”

Matt informed her there were a bunch of locals shocked to hear the news. Even more to learn such a thing as eminent domain existed in the United States of America.

Paul Holland was all fired up the other day, talking to Spike. “Didn’t we fight a war to keep the government from taking our property? Does President Reagan know about this?” All politics aside, it seemed a shame that a handful of elected officials could make such a monumental decision.

Ever optimistic, Tuesday imagined they’d have the number of signatures required by now, but Matt informed her yesterday they only had fifty-three.

“I should get to work.” Harlow slipped her hand from Tuesday’s. “I didn’t finish washing the front window yesterday.”

“Harlow, is everything all right?” Tuesday said. “Is it about what Matt said on the radio? He does get to talking sometimes, forgets where he is, who he’s talking to, and who’s listening.”

“No, no, he’s fine. I’m fine.”

“Before you wash windows, I was wondering if you could run the deposit to the bank for me this morning.” Tuesday pressed her hand to her lower back. “My lumbago is acting up.”

In the office, she unlocked the safe and took out the blue bank bag. “You know you can tell me if something’s bothering you, Harlow.

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