This Summer
Release Date:
07/09/14
Carina UK
Summary from Goodreads:
Before college, before responsibilities, Hadley Beauman and best
friend Lily are determined to have a summer to remember. There will be all the
usual dramas - ex-boyfriends who don't seem to know what 'ex' means, pesky
younger brothers with unrequited crushes, but what Hadley didn't anticipate was
the out-of-the-blue return of the seriously hot boy-next-door, Will Carson. The
boy who broke her heart when he skipped town two years
ago.
Will may have shot up a foot and filled out (oh
yes), but inside he carries the weight of guilt - for leaving, for coming
back... Now he's just passing through to tie up loose ends but it's clear the
old chemistry still crackles between him and Hadley. Trouble is, it's built on
two years of lies...
This summer might just be the best time
of their lives, but is Hadley ready for everything to change -
again?
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My
hands grip the steering wheel, tightening with each rolling mile towards the
house I’d locked up almost two years ago. In the thirty-six hours of driving I
had the urge to turn back at least a hundred times. But this was the last time
I’d ever be in Spring Falls. Once the house was sold I’d slam closed that
chapter of my life.
The green sign for Bryn Street appears from
behind the leave of an overgrown tree at the corner. I suck a breath in through
my teeth and turn the wheel.
I keep my eyes on my childhood home,
growing larger as I near. I break out of the tunnel vision when I pass the
Beauman house. I don't expect anyone to be home, considering we're due at the camp
in less than an hour. I know Mr. Beauman will give me leave, considering I'm
doing him a favor.
A blue car sits in my driveway as I pull
into it, turning off the truck. I flip my phone open just as a woman gets out
of the car.
The line picks up on the first ring.
“Mornin’!” Aunt Mabel exclaims.
My chest squeezes at the sound of her
voice. “Mornin’.” I hold a finger up to the woman outside the truck. She nods,
walking toward the house with a ring of keys. Not that I don’t have one.
“Although it’s almost noon here. How y’all doing?”
“We’re just fine, sweetheart. I’m assumin’
you got home okay?”
This place isn't my home. My home is with
her. “Yes, I’m here.”
“Now off with you, we can carry on later.”
“Love you,” I say.
“Love you too.” She’s the first to hang up.
I toss the phone into the cup holder and
grab the bag from the seat next to me and sling it over my shoulder as I get
out of the car. I stride up the driveway and the real estate agent, Trudy,
turns around, grinning with a set of gray teeth.
“Welcome back, William.”
I clear my throat. “It’s just Will.”
“Oh, sorry about that. I’ll just let you
inside”
“I have a key. Listen, can we talk later?
I’m late for work.”
She blinks a few times but nods. “Sure
thing. Let me just get you the paperwork and you fill it out at your leisure.”
She run-walks down the driveway, her heels
looking as if they were about to snap and leans through the open window of her
car pulling out a large folder. “These are just the standard contracts,” she
says on the way back up the drive. “Just take a look at them and let me know if
everything is okay?”
“Yes ma’am.”
She beams. “How polite of you. Well I’ll
let you be on your way. My card is in there, call me with any questions.”
“Sure.”
She waves her long fingers at me and goes
to her car.
I turn to the house and fight the urge to
get back into the truck and get the hell out of here. I pull the single key
from my pocket, the one that burned against my leg since Mabel handed it to me
three days ago. I push it into the keyhole and turn. I allow the door to open
in front of me, my feet planted to the ground. The door ricochets off the wall
and starts to return, but I enter the house before I lose my nerve.
I bump the door closed with my foot. The air
in the house is stale, lingering with the spicy scent of whiskey from that
final night. I peer into the living room, which needs a serious cleaning. My
nose wrinkles at the amount of dust on the fireplace mantel. I head into the
kitchen and open the door to the basement. I don’t need lights to find what I’m
looking for, not that they work anyway. I find the electric panel and flip on
the switches. The house hums to life. I take the steps two at a time and am
back in the kitchen. The clock above the stove blinks 12:00. I check the time
on my phone. I should leave soon.
I round the corner and take the stairs to
the second floor, ignoring the two bedrooms on the right side of the hallway,
and fling open the middle door on the left. My shoulders droop and my bag falls
to the floor. My room is exactly how I left it. An outdated PC sits on the desk
I made in wood shop, still unstained. A full-sized bed takes up most of the
room. I make my way to the window, pushing aside the navy blue curtains that
match the bedspread, revealing Hadley’s bedroom window. My heart lurches at the
thought of her. Soon enough I’ll see her again.
A small bright orange piece of yarn still
hangs from her sill, barely noticeable to anyone who wasn’t looking. At ten I
thought it was the greatest idea to build a zip-line between our houses using
Hadley’s grandmother’s knitting yarn.
I tear my eyes away from the window and let
the curtain fall. I cross the room to the closet. I didn’t take much the night
I left. I grab a black t-shirt from the hanger and toss it on the bed, lifting
the same one I’d worn for three days over my head. I pull on the black shirt
and bring the fabric to my nose. Good enough.
I take a deep breath and leave the room.
Here goes nothing.
Katlyn Duncan was born and raised in a small town in western
Massachusetts. Her overactive imagination involved invisible friends, wanting
to be a Disney Princess and making up her own stories. Her bibliophile mom
always encouraged her love of reading and that stayed with her since. Even
though she works full time in the medical field Katlyn has always made time for
books, whether she is reading or writing them.
Katlyn now lives in southern Connecticut with her
husband and adorable Wheaten Terrier and she is thrilled to finally share her
stories with the world.
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