The Little Maverick Matchmaker. Stella Bagwell

moment she’d spotted an article somewhere about Sunshine Farm located near Rust Creek Falls, she’d been instantly intrigued. The piece had been about Amy Wainwright and how the woman had visited the farm to attend the wedding of a friend and eventually ended up finding her own true love, prompting the journalist to dub the farm the Lonelyhearts Ranch.

      The story of Amy’s happy ending had perfectly fit Josselyn’s sunny attitude about life. Sunshine Farm was a place where loving couples chose to take their wedding vows, plus it had a guesthouse for folks who wanted to forget the past and make a fresh start. Josselyn wasn’t running from a heartbreaking past. Nor was she planning a wedding for herself. She didn’t even have a boyfriend, much less a fiancé. All the same, Sunshine Farm, or the Lonelyhearts Ranch, whichever name a person chose to call it, was the perfect home for her.

      Thoughtfully, she turned away from the window and plucked up a white shawl from the back of a chair. After being in a crowd of people all afternoon, the quietness of her cabin should have been soothing. Instead, it was allowing her to think far too much.

      With the shawl wrapped around her shoulders to ward off the evening chill, she went outside and walked across a grassy slope, past a big yellow barn and on toward the main house of Sunshine Farm.

      A porch light illuminated a door at the back of the house. After rapping her knuckles lightly on the door frame, Josselyn let herself in and found Eva Stockton at the counter putting a snack of homemade cookies and mugs of coffee onto a wooden tray.

      The room was warm and Josselyn caught the faint, lingering scents of grilled beef and green peppers. With Eva cooking hearty meals every night for her husband, Luke, it came as no surprise that the kitchen was one of the first rooms the man had remodeled in the old farmhouse.

      “Oh, hi, Josselyn,” the pretty blonde said cheerfully. “You’re just in time to join us in the living room. The cookies are chocolate chip with macadamia nuts. They’re rather good, even if I did make them.”

      Since Eva worked at Daisy’s Donut Shop in town and was considered one of the best cooks around, Josselyn had no doubt the cookies were scrumptious. “Please don’t tempt me, Eva. A person can’t eat just one of your desserts. And I stuffed myself at the school picnic today.”

      “Well, if you’d like coffee just help yourself,” Eva offered.

      “Actually, I thought I’d check in on Mikayla,” Josselyn said. “Is she in her room?”

      “I think so. And I’m sure she’ll be glad to see you. With little Hazel still in NICU, she can’t help but be a bit mopey.”

      Josselyn gave Eva an understanding nod. “Having a premature baby can’t be easy. I’ll take her some coffee and see if I can cheer her up a bit.”

      Picking up the tray, Eva shot her a grateful smile as she started out of the kitchen. “I knew the first moment I met you that you were going to be a perfect boarder here at Sunshine Farm.”

      Josselyn laughed lightly. “How could you have known that?”

      “Something about the kind twinkle in your eyes,” she tossed over her shoulder.

      With Eva gone, Josselyn helped herself to the coffee. Once she’d placed two mugs on a tray, she decided to add a couple of cookies, just in case Mikayla might be hungry for a treat.

      Carefully, she carried the lot upstairs and knocked on the door to Mikayla Brown’s room. After a moment, the door swung open and Josselyn gave the other woman a cheerful smile.

      “Room service,” she announced. “Coffee and cookies. Want some company?”

      With a lopsided smile, the pretty brunette gestured for Josselyn to enter the room. “You’re too sweet. How did you guess I needed a pick-me-up?”

      Josselyn put on her cheeriest smile and hoped it would rub off on her friend. “I didn’t. I’m really just being selfish. I needed a little company.”

      She carried the tray over to the far wall of the room, where a rocking chair and a stuffed armchair sat at an angle to each other in front of a tall-paned window. Situated between the chairs, a low wooden table held a small old-fashioned lamp with a glass globe.

      Josselyn placed the tray next to the lamp. When she straightened, Mikayla was there to give her a brief hug.

      “Thank you for coming,” she said, her voice cracking slightly. “I only got home from the hospital an hour ago and I’m already wishing I was back there. I need something to take my mind off Hazel.”

      “Then we both needed company,” Josselyn said. “Which chair do you want?”

      “I’ll take the armchair,” Mikayla told her. “Being in the rocker makes my arms ache to hold my baby. I’ve decided I’m not going to sit in it until she comes home from the hospital.”

      Josselyn eased into the wooden rocking chair with a red cushion tied to the seat. “I understand why you want to stay at the hospital to be near your baby, but you do need to rest, Mikayla. You need to recuperate, too, so you’ll be feeling your best whenever Hazel does get to come home.”

      “That’s what the nurses keep telling me. That I need to give my body a chance to bounce back from giving birth. But it’s very hard to leave my daughter. Even long enough to get a night’s sleep.”

      Josselyn could hear the desperate longing in Mikayla’s voice, and though she didn’t yet know what it was like to have a child of her own, she could very well imagine how torn her friend was feeling.

      “Do you have any idea when Hazel might be released from the hospital?” Josselyn asked.

      Taking a seat in the armchair, Mikayla took one of the mugs and a cookie from the tray. “Thank God, she’s doing really well. Her doctor says she might get to come home at the beginning of next week. I’m afraid if I start counting the days I’ll jinx things. But I’m so excited.”

      Mikayla had come to Sunshine Farm seven months pregnant and single, after she’d discovered the father of her child having sex with his paralegal right in his office. However, since then, Mikayla’s life had taken several drastic turns. Only last month, she’d met wealthy businessman Jensen Jones and the two had fallen in love. Then unexpectedly she’d gone into premature labor.

      Josselyn picked up the remaining coffee mug and took a cautious sip. “That’s wonderful news, Mikayla. And it sounds like we’ll be hearing wedding bells pretty soon, too.”

      Mikayla sighed. “As soon as we can have Hazel safely with us at the ceremony. Jensen and I are waiting to see how things go with the baby before we set a definite date for our wedding. But we’re hoping we don’t have to wait too long. For now, he’s searching high and low for the perfect house for the three of us to move into.” Her smile full of love, she added, “Jensen wants me and our baby to have the best.”

      “Of course he does. And I’m so happy for you, Mikayla. You and Jensen and little Hazel are going to have a wonderful life together. And you certainly deserve it.”

      “Well, things were going pretty awful there for a while,” she admitted, then, smiling wistfully, she glanced toward the lace-covered window. “But coming here to Sunshine Farm has changed all that. I’m beginning to see why folks are starting to call it the Lonelyhearts Ranch. Something about people finding love in Rust Creek Falls has spilled over onto this place.” She slanted Josselyn a sly glance. “So are you going to be next on the wedding planner’s list?”

      Josselyn laughed. “Really, Mikayla. You know I haven’t even been on a date since I moved here. Well, maybe one if you count the lunch I had with the sixth-grade history teacher.”

      “By the way, you never mentioned how things went that day.”

      Josselyn shook her head. “I wish I could say the guy made my heart flutter. Instead, I struggled to keep from yawning. Raymond is nice enough, but he’s about as dull as the paint on my little car. And that’s pretty dull.”