she’s more likely to run into the guy who was the love of her life—until one decision changed everything. Now as this year’s tourist season kicks in to high gear, Felicity realizes that whatever she wants isn’t going to be found here.
escape more than just her boredom? After all, he is just a Summer Boy, and they never stick around. But after one kiss, Felicity wonders if only one summer with Mason will ever really be enough.
anything she can get her hands on. She lives in Austin, Texas, with her husband and two children.
I spun at the sound of a girl’s voice. Not overly loud but way too chipper for—what time was it? Two, maybe three in the morning? Who the hell was even up at this time, besides me?
I squinted, trying to make out the approaching figure. “Hey, uh . . . I didn’t realize anyone else was out here.”
Her silhouette slowly came into view on the neighboring boat. She tucked her hair behind her ear but it did nothing to tame the waves tumbling over her shoulders. And it hit me . . . I knew that hair. I knew that body. Hell, I’d even memorized the face to go with it. God knows I’d spent enough time staring at it this afternoon. I cleared my throat then said, “You’re—”
“Colby’s friend.” Her words came out too quick, almost nervous, then she added, “And from the restaurant.”
Yep, I knew exactly who she was, and I’d also committed her name to memory in hopes of getting just this chance. “Felicity,” I said.
It was too dark to make out the subtle features of her face, but I was pretty sure a smile appeared, which almost helped me forget about my stomach being so wrecked.
What was she doing out here? Not that I minded the surprise visit, but it was the middle of the night, so did that mean . . . “Do you live out here? On a boat?”
“Yeah.” She shifted and tucked her hair back in another failed attempt to manage a curl. The slight shift brought her into better view under the pier lighting. And it was confirmed. Her lips were curved into a sweet smile.
I felt my own mouth twitch up, mirroring her expression, despite the headache from hell and my lingering desire to jump overboard.
“This is my family’s boat.” She semi-shrugged, “But sleeping on the water takes some getting used to.”
I shook my head, convinced I wasn’t cut out for life on the water. “Not sure I ever will. I’m ready to crash in my car at this point. The worst part is I’m supposed to be up in a few hours to head out there.” I nodded toward the ocean.
She glanced at the water then back at me. “I couldn’t sleep either . . . I was out here and, well . . . I hope you don’t mind the intrusion.” She stammered over her words then lifted her hand that was holding something. A bottle? “I have this old family recipe for motion sickness,” she went on. “It really helps if you want to give it a try.”
She probably thought I was such a wuss for not being able to handle a night on the water but, hell, I wasn’t too proud to accept whatever cure I could find. “I’ll try anything.”
She smiled. “Hang on, I’ll walk it over.”
“I can grab it.” I climbed over the boat railing then stepped onto the wooden pier separating us and forced my feet to steady. Going from rocking to firm land actually made me feel worse.
I took a deep breath then walked the few steps across the pier to her boat, trying to find my bearings again. The phantom rocking slowly subsided, and I relaxed a bit.
“Here you go.” She handed me a small glass bottle.
“What do I do with it?” I held it in the light of the pier. Oil sloshed around the sidewall.
“You rub a little behind your ears.” She gestured to the soft spot right above her jaw, and my gaze tracked her finger then slowly drifted down her neck.
I could think of a few other ways to take my mind off motion sickness. Of course, none of those would help with the fact that I needed to be ready to work in a few hours. Fuck. And with that little reality check, I twisted the cap off the vial and sniffed the contents. It was minty but also kind of sweet. “Smells good. What’s in it? Or is it a secret recipe?”
She smiled. “It’s lavender, peppermint and some other stuff I can’t remember.”
“And I put it on like this?” I capped the bottle with my index finger, flipped it upside down then rubbed the oil behind my ear. “Or are you totally screwing with me?” I teased. “Because this does smell a bit like perfume, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the guys put you up to this.”
With a laugh, she shook her head. “I promise it’s to help. But I wouldn’t put it past those guys to mess with the newbie, so keep your guard up.”
I recapped the bottle and reached to hand it back.
“Keep it. You’ll need it out there.”
“Thanks.” I sighed at the reminder. “Can’t really pretend I’m excited about that. How long before it works?”
“Not long. Of course, it’s better if you use it as a preventative, so you may want to put it on again before you head out.”
I shoved the bottle into the pocket of my shorts. “I have no idea why I agreed to this. I’m going to get eaten alive out there,” I muttered, more to myself than anything else.
“Is this your first time working on a charter boat?”
I glanced back at her. “Uh, I’ve been deep-sea fishing twice in my life. Last time was three years ago. I have no clue what I’m doing.”
“Well . . . it’s nice of you to help your uncle.”
Help my uncle. Yeah. That made my reasons seem much less personal and a whole lot more selfless, although . . . “After tomorrow, he may decide I’m not much help.”
Felicity smiled. “It won’t be that bad. The crew’s friendly, and I’m sure they’ll appreciate the help either way.”
I fought back a grin. “So are you always this nice? Because we both know I’m a liability out there.”
“It’s all the waitressing, I guess.”
She was killing me with that smile. And maybe it was mind over matter, but my nausea also seemed to be subsiding, and the headache was more of a dull pressure along my forehead. Now if only I had something to look forward to after my first day of work . . . “If I survive out there, maybe you can join me in a celebratory drink.”
“So is that a yes?”
She paused, her lips parted slightly as if I’d completely caught her off guard with my invitation. So I asked again, “Join me for a drink?”
“Um . . . sure.”
I cocked a grin, happy to have gotten at least one shot at her, and patted my pocket as I backed across the pier. “Thanks for the family remedy.” I hopped over the railing of my boat. “And if the guys don’t throw me overboard, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She turned, but paused and glanced back. “Hey, Mason?”
“How long are you in town?”
“It’ll be nice having a neighbor for the summer.”
As always I first want to thank NetGalley, Random House Loveswept and Tasty Book Tours for providing us with a copy of this book so that we could bring you this review.
Ok I have to admit this is one of those books I couldn’t wait until it came out, so I am a bit bias of how much I loved it. I mean come on this is MASON’s Book… This sweet guy we met 2 books ago finally gets his happy ever after how am I not supposed to love it. And then lets add in the fact that Felicity is such a fun and enjoyable character. Now I know she deals with a few things. And things are hard for her, but she does try to keep moving and going no matter what. That Is what I like the most about her. And hey how can you not like a free spirit.
The only problem, which isn’t really a problem, that I found with the book is that I fell for 2 new characters Isla and Colby and am now very curious about their book… I can’t wait to see what happens with them… well all of Mason’s cousins really.
Oh and I have this 5 big fishy kisses…
Happy Reading… Adri