Back A Summer of Firsts
Chapters (52)
  1. Cover
  2. Back Cover Text
  3. Praise
  4. Booklist
  5. The Goodbye Quilt
  6. Dedication
  7. Day One
  8. Chapter One
  9. Chapter Two
  10. Day Two
  11. Chapter Three
  12. Chapter Four
  13. Day Three
  14. Chapter Five
  15. Day Four
  16. Chapter Six
  17. Day Five
  18. Chapter Seven
  19. Chapter Eight
  20. Chapter Nine
  21. Day Six
  22. Chapter Ten
  23. Chapter Eleven
  24. Day Seven
  25. Chapter Twelve
  26. Chapter Thirteen
  27. Chapter Fourteen
  28. Epilogue
  29. Acknowledgments
  30. First Time in Forever
  31. Dedication
  32. Epigraph
  33. Chapter One
  34. Chapter Two
  35. Chapter Three
  36. Chapter Four
  37. Chapter Five
  38. Chapter Six
  39. Chapter Seven
  40. Chapter Eight
  41. Chapter Nine
  42. Chapter Ten
  43. Chapter Eleven
  44. Chapter Twelve
  45. Chapter Thirteen
  46. Chapter Fourteen
  47. Chapter Fifteen
  48. Chapter Sixteen
  49. Chapter Seventeen
  50. Acknowledgments
  51. Excerpt
  52. BPA

Let’s make a promise. When one of us is in trouble, the others help, no questions.

Friendship.

For Emily, friendship had proven the one unbreakable bond in her life.

Panic was replaced by another emotion so powerful it shook her. “I promise.” She might not know anything about being a mother and she might not be able to love, but she could stand between this child and the rest of the world.

She’d keep that promise, even if it meant dyeing her hair purple.

* * *

“I saw lights in Castaway Cottage.” Ryan pulled the bow line tight to prevent the boat moving backward in the slip. From up above, the lights from the Ocean Club sent fingers of gold dancing across the surface of the water. Strains of laughter and music floated on the wind, mingling with the call of seagulls. “Know anything about that?”

“No, but I don’t pay attention to my neighbors the way you do. I mind my own business. Did you try calling Brittany?”

“Voice mail. She’s somewhere in Greece on an archaeological dig. I’m guessing the sun isn’t even up there yet.”

The sea slapped the sides of the boat as Alec set the inshore stern line. “Probably a summer rental.”

“Brittany doesn’t usually rent the cottage.” Together they finished securing the boat, and Ryan winced as his shoulder protested.

Alec glanced at him. “Bad day?”

“No worse than usual.” The pain reminded him he was alive and should make the most of every moment. A piece of his past that forced him to pay attention to the present. “I’ll go over to the cottage in the morning and check it out.”

“Or you could mind your own business.”

Ryan shrugged. “Small island. I like to know what’s going on.”

“You can’t help yourself, can you?”

“Just being friendly.”

“You’re like Brittany, always digging.”

“Except she digs in the past, and I dig in the present. Are you in a rush to get back to sanding planks of wood or do you want a beer?”

“I could force one down if you’re paying.”

“You should be the one paying. You’re the rich Brit.”

“That was before my divorce. And you’re the one who owns a bar.”