Chapters (32)
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- A brand-new small-town romance proving sometimes fake dates can turn into forever…
Wes paced outside the Camp Crowley gates just before noon. He’d told Sarah that her not being here was okay and he meant it, but now he was really hoping she did. At least for a little while. When Marissa saw just him there that day, she would be so disappointed. But this would be the way it would be if they all moved forward in a relationship…as a family.
Sarah’s life was in the city. She’d never said she would move back to Blue Moon Bay, and with his new lease space and office plans hopefully coming together, he had no intentions of moving to the city.
But couples made long-distance relationships work all the time. They’d figure it out.
He scanned the cars driving up the dirt road. Still not hers.
Hearing a chime, he reached for his cell. But it wasn’t her. It wasn’t even his phone. Another chime. He frowned.
Must be Marissa’s cell phone. He retrieved it from his pocket and stared at the lock screen. He knew her password. That was a condition of having the phone, but he’d never used it before. Trusting her, not wanting to violate her privacy. But another chime had his heart racing. Who was sending multiple messages to his nine-year-old? Most of her friends were at camp with her without their phones right now.
He punched in her access code, and a picture of the two of them appeared on the screen. It was one taken their day out on the boardwalk when they bought the glass bulb for Sarah. He scrolled to her messages and saw ten new ones.
He hesitated, hating to violate her privacy, but someone was desperate to contact her and if it was innocent enough, then it wouldn’t matter if he read the messages first.
He was playing the parent card on this one.
He opened the text messages and frowned, seeing the unknown number. Maybe it was some telemarketing thing or an election text service or something. He clicked on the number and images started to load. He squinted to see a man’s chest…stomach…the next photo had his face immediately blazing with heat.
Who the hell was this? He winced as he filtered through the messages until he reached the last one sent. CyberStud480 downloaded your app and wants to chat.
CyberStud480 was going to die.