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BOOK SUMMARY:
Have you ever thought of packing up everything you own and moving halfway across the country? I’m talking about leaving your entire life behind—friends, family, school—with no turning back. No? Me either, but that was before a week of spring break changed my life forever. Before I did something I never thought I’d do at twenty-two. Before I fell in love with Grey. Sometimes happily ever after isn’t always what you think it will be.
CHAPTER ONE
GREY
Room
twenty-four. I looked at it one last time. The day I moved in here wasn’t a
happy day. Pops had died, left me the Palm Palace, and I didn’t have anywhere
else on the island to stay. Somehow it became home. A small, one room spot by the
ocean had become home.
There wasn’t much to pack: work clothes, a few tools,
my boots. I had already hauled most of it next door, but there were still a few
boxes in storage. I would try to get those before Eden arrived. I looked at my
phone. She should be here in four or five hours.
I shook my head. I hated the idea that she was on the
road by herself. She was stubborn. I knew that the first minute I laid eyes on
her, but this was crazier than hell. Driving all the way from Chapel Hill to
Padre was damn near reckless, but I couldn’t talk her out of it. She said it
had something to do with proving that she was moving for the right reasons. If
it meant that much to her I knew better than to stand in her way.
I pulled the door behind me and turned the heavy
brass key in the lock to secure the room. Maybe one day I’d be able to afford
those fancy keyless entries, but that was far off. I was lucky the Palm was
still open. It had been a rough year trying to keep it afloat, but Eden breezed
in here and showed me what was possible. She had all kinds of creative ideas
about marketing, advertising, and services we could add. It was one of the
things I loved about her—she saw past the peeling paint and the rusty
doorknobs. She saw the Palm the same way I did and she loved it. She loved
every last pink and blue tile, the way the boardwalk creaked when you walked on
it, and how we probably had the only pool on the island without a diving board.
That girl was something else.
I didn’t take it lightly that we were moving in
together. Who could? Last time I tried this Laura and I barely left on speaking
terms. But that was different. That was Laura and her obsession with med
school. This was Eden and everything about her made me realize it was the right
decision. Sure I was nervous, but I’d never tell her that. I didn’t want things
with us to end up like they did the last time I gave this a shot. I was going
to make sure it wouldn’t.
That’s why I had to surprise her with the beach
cottage. I couldn’t let her move all the way here and start off in room
twenty-four. We’d probably get on each other’s nerves faster than the tide
changed on the beach, but besides that I wanted her to know I took this
seriously. The blue house next door meant something. It wasn’t a cramped
shoebox where we’d have to split a closet and a dresser combo. It was a place
that could be ours, a place we could work on together, and a place where we
could figure out the future.
I shoved the key in my pocket. I had to get it back
to the office. My phone rang.
“Hey, Marin. What’s up?”
“I just talked to Eden. She’s in Louisiana.”
“You didn’t ruin the surprise did you?” I had trusted
everyone on the island with the beach house secret, but deep down knew someone
would let it slip. Things had a way of getting out around here.
Marin laughed. “No, she has no idea. She thinks you
are bunking up in that cute little room of yours at the Palm.”
“Thanks, girl. Did she sound ok? I’m trying not to
bug her.” What I really wanted to do was call her every hour and find out where
she was, but that would contradict her plan. I managed to respect it since she
got on the road.
“She sounded like a girl who can’t wait to see you.
I’ll let you know when she get’s to the bridge, ok?”
“Alright. Thanks. I appreciate you checking up on her
for me. I don’t want her to think I don’t think she can handle it.” I opened
the door to the stuffy office.
“She can handle it. Don’t worry about her, Grey.
She’ll be here tonight. Call you later.”
“Thanks.”
Marin hung up and I tossed my phone on the cart. I
had a few rooms to check before I made my way to the cottage to get things set
up. Eden would be here tonight. This would be her office. I was handing over
the books, the reservations, and all of the marketing to her. It was probably a
bigger step than sharing a bathroom, but I knew I didn’t trust anyone else with
Pop’s legacy like I trusted Eden.
As I shoved the cart out of the back door, I heard
the wind kick up on the beach. Eden and I were moving in together. I knew after
tonight my life would never be the same, and there was no turning back. Good
thing I didn’t want to.
Previous book in the series.
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AUTHOR INFORMATION:
T.A. Foster's Bio:
T.A. Foster once spent a monthlong spring break on South Padre Island, where she soaked in the Texas sun, beach, and learned what real Texas country music is. Sometimes fiction does spring from reality.
She grew up catching rays and chasing waves along the North Carolina Outer Banks and now resides in the state with her adventurous pilot husband, two children, and two canine kiddos.
T.A. has an undergraduate degree in Journalism and Mass Communication from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and a graduate degree in Educational Psychology from Texas A&M University. When she’s not chasing her two-legged and four-legged children or trying to escape for date night, you can find her reading, writing, or planning her next beach trip.
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