Page 115 of Summer Ever After
“I do feel like I’m in a better headspace than when I first came to Sunset Harbor.”
“See?” She smiles with pride. “I told you fixing the cracks in your family relationships would help.”
“But is it enough to solve golf gut?” I scoop up a pile of sand and funnel it through my fist like an hourglass, dropping it onto Jane’s back.
“I think so.” She glances over her shoulder at the sand pile I’m making on her body. “You needed to heal what was broken when your dad died.”
“I always thought that hanging around my family would make his death more painful, but it’s been the opposite. Remembering him with my sisters eases the pain a lot.”
“I’m glad it’s helping.”
“And what about you?” I cup another fistful of sand, ready to pour it over her skin.
She flashes an impish grin. “What about me?”
“You helped me with golf gut, but I didn’t help you with the Summer of Jane Hayes.”
“Summer’s not over. There’s still time to fall in love.” Her smile goes from impish to cocky. “I wouldn’t count me out just yet.”
Thinking about Jane falling in love with someone else makes me sick.
“So you’re going to keep doing the whole dating thing?”
“Why not?” She shrugs. “I’m having a pretty good time with you, aren’t I?”
My brows rise, and I puff out a laugh. “Is that what I am to you? A pretty good time?”
“It’s better than a bad time, isn’t it?”
“Well, if I’m such a good time, ditch the book club tonight and stay with me.”
“I need to be there for Capri. We readSecret Crushthis month.”
“I can’t believe I didn’t know the truth about Capri and that book. When I saw you with it in town, I never would’ve thought my sister wrote it.”
Her lips pucker. “It’s been the biggest secret of Capri’s life.”
“Did you know she was going to tell me about it at dinner last night?”
“Nope. That was news to me.”
“It’s weird because I saw the book at Tala’s house and took it home to read it because you said it was your favorite. I thought it was a little over the top and cheesy. But I liked it, and now I know why.”
Jane sits up, staring at me with an open mouth. “YoureadSecret Crush?”
“Is that a problem?”
“Oh my gosh.” She swings her legs around, tucking them under her butt. “That’s another trope.”
“What is?”
“Reading the woman’s favorite romance book.”
“Seriously? I think you’re just making tropes up to go along with everything now.”
“No, it really is.” She laughs. “And it’s also crazy that you read that book because…” Her words stall as she crinkles her nose.
“Because what?”
