Jenna loved watching spring awaken. Vermont had thrown a lot of winter their way, but most of the snow had melted, and grass shoots were showing through the mud.

On a farm, spring was all about mud. She wondered how many other people owned four pairs of rubber boots. With four, she could rotate through them and the fourth pair was usually dry by the time she got around to them again.

She was living a perfect life. Her dream life.

A life she could have never imagined when she escaped whatever shack they lived in when she was a child. Sleeping in empty buildings and outdoors was much safer than staying in her home when her father had been drinking.

She shook off the shudder and shoved away the memories. Her father was in jail, and would be for years.

Now that Jenna had a safe home, and people who cared about her everywhere she looked, she couldn’t imagine him returning to bother her again.

Noah wouldn’t react well if he saw the man again. Jenna’s husband was a former Ranger, and a protector through and through.

He’d saved her once, and he would have her back. Always.

Jenna waved at Goatzilla on her way by the corral. The ornery old goat was mellowing in her old age. Now that she had Noah back in her life, she’d decided to be a happier girl.

Kind of like Jenna herself.

Jenna cranked over Fred’s engine. “It’s a beautiful spring day, Fred. We’re going to visit with Hilde and Flora this afternoon. You love our fairy godmothers, just like I do.”

The sisters had become a beacon of light and hope for a young Jenna. She’d slept in their barn one night, and the sisters had helped take care of her since. Some people might not believe in magic, but she had evidence of something working working for her. These two women had helped her find a pathway out of despair and helplessness. Magic for sure.

Fred didn’t protest the drive, and she patted his steering wheel as she hopped down. “Thanks, my friend. You enjoy the shade of the maple tree, and I’ll be back in a bit.”

The barn door stood open, so Jenna headed there first.

Hilde, in a glorious peach ballgown, walked through the second hand shop with her feather duster in her hand. One of the black cats sat on top of display, swishing its tail in time to the tune Hilde hummed.

Without prompting, Hilde turned with a smile. “There you are, my Jenna. Midnight said you’d arrived.”

Jeanna reached up to run a hand along the cat’s back before enveloping Hilde in a hug. “You’re radiant in that dress.”

Hilde might not fit in with the general public’s idea of normal, but the woman was an example of the best humanity had to offer.

When Jenna stepped back from the hug, Hilde tilted her head, eyes sparkling. “You have news. Let’s find Flora and you can tell us together.”

Grinning at the woman’s perception, Jenna followed her out of the barn and into the house. It smelled like ginger, making them both smile.

In the kitchen, Flora pulled a tray of gingersnaps from the oven. Today, Flora wore hyacinths from swinging flower earrings to pretty purple flats. She was another beacon of spring and joy.

Flora, mind sharp as any scalpel, turned with a grin. “Right on time. Hilde said you’d be dropping by.”

Jenna hugged Flora. “Right, as always.”

Soon, the three women sat on the porch, sipping lemonade and munching gingersnaps.

“Is that man of yours still rocking your world?” Hilde’s eyes sparkled with fun.

Dspite her flush, Jenna grinned. “He is. Noah’s the most amazing man.”

“And you want to surprise him with something today.”

Jenna held up the bag she’d been hiding from her husband. “I do. I want to tell you my plan and then get dressed here.”

Flora rubbed her hands together. “Sounds wonderful. Let’s get started.”