Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 123435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 617(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 617(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Tate sits beside me, slinging one sculpted arm around my shoulders. “I think you’re just jealous, babe. Want me to win something for you? There’s a lobster in there that’s almost the same shade of red as your face.”
“You’re so funny.” I glower at him, but he just winks. Besides, we both know I’m not actually mad. If anything, I’m so happy he’s here with me right now.
We’re happy.
Like, disgustingly happy.
The last thing I expected from my summer fling was to get a boyfriend out of the deal. All I wanted was passion. Fun. Maybe a little bit of romance.
But I got so much more than what I bargained for. I found true love with the greatest, funniest, sweetest man I’ve ever met in my life. A man who taught me how to express my feelings, even when they suck. And thanks to him, I got my dad back. I was finally able to free myself from my mother’s clutches and end a relationship that was hurting me. I made a genuine connection with my stepmother. Hell, I even got to see Australia—from the deck of a yacht piloted by the hottest captain on the planet.
“It’s cold!” Mo complains, burrowing closer to our dad. A group had just entered the restaurant, and since our table is near the door, a gust of cold March wind cools the air.
“Seriously,” Dad grumbles. “Isn’t it supposed to be spring? I don’t know how you survive living up here in the Arctic.”
I grin at him. “The northeast is not the Arctic. And I don’t mind the weather. Especially in winter. The snow is so pretty.”
“Winter sucks,” Roxy informs me.
“Totally sucks,” Tate agrees, before planting a kiss on my cheek. “Summer’s my favorite season.”
I meet his playful blue eyes. “Yeah? Why’s that?”
“You know. All those cute summer girls rolling into town …”
“All of them?” I accuse.
“Well, just one.” He finds my hand under the table. “And this summer is going to be even better than the last.”
I lace our fingers together. “I can’t wait.”