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to be Macoun and Cripps Pink. Calista got a patent on the Calista Sugar Pink, then licensed it to Jandella Nursery for breeding and distribution.
    Why Calista had fallen under Trey’s romantic spell, and what she’d seen in him, weren’t addressed in the article, and I wasn’t about to go knock on her front door and ask. Their romance appeared to be over, so what did it matter now?
    Trey and his family would kill to be the center of attention like Calista was because of the Calista Sugar Pink. The Danforth Orchards had always been larger, more popular, and more profitable than the Hamilton Orchards. The Hamiltons were jealous not only of the Danforths’ successful orchard, but of all their wealth. Not that the Hamiltons were poor by any stretch of your, or my, imagination.
    Calista’s new apple was making its official debut at the Apple Harvest Fair in a couple of weeks. It would be the first time anyone in the public had seen or tasted it, and our town was all abuzz about it. Even major New York City newspapers had picked up stories about it.
    â€œI know! I can’t believe Trey would do something like that,” Olivia declared. “I think I’d be more than a little nervous if I were Calista or the Jandellas. What if Trey decides to carry out his threats? Next time it could be a real gun.”
    I nodded. “My thoughts exactly. Sounds like he’s losing it, that’s for sure. This won’t be good for his business, or his reputation.” I tossed the paper down. Soon, Olivia and I were busy with customers. I forgot all about Trey and Calista.

Chapter Two
    Three weeks later, Olivia and I were in the back of Bread and Batter getting our doughnuts and cupcakes ready for the Apple Harvest Fair when the bell on the front door jingled.
    â€œI should have locked the door. Guess the CLOSED sign isn’t clear enough. I thought everyone would be at the fair by now.” Olivia stopped packing the last box of jumbo-sized cider doughnuts—a favorite among the fair people.
    â€œYou would think, wouldn’t you?” I motioned for her to keep packing. “I’ll see who it is.” I made my way out to the front.
    Calista Danforth-Brody stood in the middle of the floor, arms akimbo, looking like she wanted to skin someone alive. “I was just about to yell for someone. I’m glad you’re still here. I have something important to discuss.”
    â€œHi, Calista. We won’t be here for long, and we’re closed, as you can see.” I pointed at the sign in the window. “If you want a doughnut come over to our booth. We’ll be over there in a few minutes. We’re boxing up all the doughnuts and cupcakes now. Shouldn’t you be getting ready for the fair yourself? Congratulations on the Calista Sugar Pink, by the way.”
    â€œI am not here for doughnuts,” she informed me in a haughty voice, ignoring my congratulations. No one does haughty like she does, I’ll give her that. “I’m here about your booth.”
    â€œWhat about it?” I couldn’t imagine what she had to say about our booth.
    She blinked, then ogled me as if I were the town dunce. “Really? It’s set up right in the middle of Main. That’s always been the Danforth Orchards space, Molly. You know that. I want it back. Everyone that comes to the fair stops by. It’s been tradition since the fair’s existed. You can’t move my location. Would you move the Liberty Bell? The Statue of Liberty? The Grand Canyon?”
    I bit down on my tongue before I laughed at her drama. Don’t get me started on her clipped boarding school accent. I don’t know where that came from, since she’s lived here her entire life.
    I started to reply, but she kept on going, her arms now gesturing wildly. “I can’t believe I had to stuff all my gorgeous apples, my homemade jams in their cute little jars, and my delicious pies into