Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 76000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Apollo is standing by his own truck, watching me with dark eyes that roam up and down my body.
“What?”
“Are we ever going to talk about it?”
“About what?” I’m not oblivious. I know what he’s referring to. An amazing night of sweaty sex and laughter and about twelve hours of truce where we did nothing but enjoy each other.
The next morning, he was gone, and we were back to our normal relationship.
“You know what.”
“I’m not going to stand here and play games with you. I have a job to do.”
I move to open the door of my truck, but Apollo jogs over to me, pushes the door closed, and pins me against the side.
“Pushy much?”
“You know damn well what I’m talking about.”
Against my will, my eyes drop to his lips. I can’t help it. They’re so firm and hot, and they did things to me that I didn’t know existed outside of romance novels.
But they do. They so do.
“We’re not going to talk about it,” I whisper, still looking at those lips. “Not ever. We agreed on that at the time, and you know it.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve reconsidered.”
“No.” My eyes meet his now. “You don’t get to change the rules just because you have an itch to scratch. I didn’t agree to be your friend with benefits, Apollo.”
“That’s not—”
“I have to get to work.”
I push him away and get into my truck. With all of the will in my body, I do not look out the window at him as I start the engine and drive away.
It isn’t until I’ve hit the end of the drive that I relent and allow myself one glance in the rearview. Apollo is still standing there with his hands on his hips and a scowl on that magnificent face as he stares after me.
I never promised him anything. In fact, before I even left the bar with him that night, we had agreed that nothing would change and that it would be just one night of sex. That’s it. No promises.
Now that it’s been a few months, he wants to talk about it? Unacceptable.
Absolutely not.
We’ve gone back to disliking each other, which is exactly the way it should be.
Shaking off that altercation with the annoyingly sexy Apollo, I roll down my window, take a deep breath, and shake it off.
Huckleberry Bay is quiet today. It’s a weekday, and we’re finally outside of the heart of the tourist season, so I can drive through town without having to find a back road to avoid delays. I love that I can see the ocean as I drive through town, and when I glance toward it, I can make out a few people on the beach with kites.
While it might be a sunny day, it’s not calm. We always have wind here on the ocean.
Before long, I’m through town and on my way up Lighthouse Way, the long road that leads up to the lighthouse and Luna’s new inn. I pass by her husband’s personal garage and see that two of the big doors are up and cars are being worked on in there.
Wolfe was a successful racecar driver for a long time, but last year, he was injured and had to retire. So, he came home to heal from his injuries and fell in love with Luna.
I can’t blame him. Luna’s damn lovable. She and Sarah have been my best friends since kindergarten.
As I drive up the hill, the lighthouse comes into view first, but then I can see the inn. It used to be an old barn on the property that hadn’t been used in many years, but we are almost finished remodeling it into a gorgeous bed-and-breakfast.
It should be open already, but I ran into problem after problem this summer with everything from landscapers to stonemasons to finishing carpenters. I laid my first patio all on my own because I was told that I’d have to wait for spring.
No way, no how.
Luna’s had to wait long enough as it is, and I wasn’t going to ask her to wait until spring for the patio off the gorgeous kitchen to be finished.
All that aside, it’s all finally coming together, and Luna should be ready for customers by November first.
Just in time for the holidays.
She’s often said that she wants to throw big, lavish holiday parties at the inn and invite everyone in Huckleberry Bay to attend. This year, that can happen, and I can’t wait to see how she dresses the place up.
I park under the little portico in front of the entrance of Luna’s Light and cut the engine, frowning when I see Wally, my finishing carpenter, leaning against a column.
“Shouldn’t you be inside?”
“It’s happening again.” His jaw tightens, and then he swears under his breath. “It’s damn unnerving, June.”
“Do you smell the roses?”
“That, and the doors have been shutting themselves and then opening back up again. I never agreed to work with a ghost.”