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As much as they loved spending quiet nights at home, Summer loved taking her out. And paparazzi followed then everywhere. He was accustomed to a sea of cameras pointed at his face, but it took some getting used to for Carrie A
They enjoyed romantic di
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However, they made one exception, immediately phoning Shayla and John the next morning. Cheers of misty emotions and sappy congratulations erupted like a corked bottle of bubbly on New Year’s Eve. Smiles filled the small cellphone screen as the couples celebrated via Facetime making it a breakfast to remember. They promised to get together for a double date, or a weekend getaway as soon as their schedules permitted.
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“Maybe I should’ve learned how to golf,” she grumbled, shaking her head in disappointment.
“He knows what’s coming, Carrie A
“Yeah, well, what he needs is to pull his head out of his ass. He’s actually pissing me off. The man is not too busy to see me, he just uses work as an excuse not to deal with me. He always has.”
“It’s just his way, Red. He’s not exactly a warm and fuzzy kind of guy.”
“Are you standing up for him?”
“Absolutely not! He’s dug his own hole, now he gets to figure out how to climb out.” Summer pressed a kiss of affection to her bare shoulder. “I simply refuse to be the driving wedge between you and you father. I’m sure that’s what he’s hoping for and I won’t give him the pleasure of letting him come between us.”
Confronting Jason proved to be nearly as difficult as calling her father. With Summer by her side, Carrie A
After ten full seconds of silence, cold enough to turn water to ice, Jason responded, “I have no idea how your drink got drugged. Are you implying that I spiked your drink?” Though he tried to filter the anger in his voice, the resentment and shock came through loud and clear. “Maybe you should be questioning Ryan. He’s the guy you went home with…not me.”
“I’m not implying anything, Jason,” The surety in her tone nonexistent, speaking into the small speaker of her cellphone resting in the palm of her hand.
Summer promptly interjected, “Jason, this is Ryan. I’m sitting right here with Carrie A
A hint of compunction slithered across her shoulder, giving a sideways glance to Summer. He was so adamant about Jason’s guilt, yet she still refused to believe Jason would drug her. Or anyone else for that matter. He was a genuinely nice guy…or so she thought. Summer’s insistence was muddied by a streak of jealously and a rigid dose of protectiveness. Which to her own surprise turned her on more than she’d care to admit.
“Look, I understand how it looks, but it wasn’t me. What do you want from me? If my word isn’t good enough, I’d be more than happy to take a lie detector test.” Jason’s voice rose in a threatening ma
She felt confused and conflicted, not knowing what to believe. Jason’s response was so conclusive, plus he insisted on taking the lie detector test. Summer and Carrie A
“I’ll have it set up,” Summer a
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At one time the desk acted as a catch-all in her bedroom, but with a little help from Summer and a fresh coat of stain, it now showed as the main focal point in her new office. Carrie A
Sitting beneath the verandah one evening, they snuggled on an outdoor sofa in front of a fire, watching the sun sink into the ocean. “Thank you for helping me spruce up my mom’s old desk. It’ll be nice to have a part of her with me all the time.”
“You’re more than welcome.” Summer clinked the tumbler glass dangling from his fingers to her wine glass. Lifting the clear glass to his lips, he wiggled his pinky. A rock the size of Gibraltar was squeezed onto the tip of his thick finger. Her eyes popped wide, nearly choking on her wine. A low sexy chuckle simmered in his throat as a cocky grin tipped the corners of his mouth.
“Fuck. Fuckity-fuck. Oh, my God.” Her hand flew to her mouth in awe, staring at a very large, brilliant, oval diamond.
“I take it you like it?” His voice coated in sex appeal, slipping the platinum band on her finger.
“Well, yes, of course.” Shock sent her words into a breathy ramble. “I mean, whoa, Summer, this is too much. Don’t get me wrong, I love it. It’s absolutely breathtaking.”
“It is breathtaking…just like you.” He brought her fingers to his lips. “It stopped me in my tracks and I kept coming back to it. That’s how I knew it was the perfect ring.”
“I don’t even want to know what you spent on this,” she mumbled, holding it in the moonlight. “But, where’s the other ring? I need that ring. Please don’t tell…”