Chapters (36)
- Cover
- Praise
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Epilogue
- Excerpt From Summer on the Island by Brenda Novak
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The pool was constructed with natural rocks and a water feature that flowed constantly over one side. It had steam rising off the top, so he knew it was heated and was tempted to get in. But the hot tub would be even warmer. He would’ve gotten into that for sure—except he hadn’t brought any trunks.
He’d probably neglected to bring other things, too, which he’d discover as the days went by. Shiloh had been the one to keep their lives organized and on track, and he still hadn’t adjusted to living without her. She’d left such a big hole in his life he could never fill it, so he didn’t even try.
His wife had also been more social than he was. Without her creating connections and dragging him into relationships, he’d have even fewer friends than he did now. He was surprised he had any left, after three years. He’d shoved everyone away, except his immediate family, who wouldn’t let him.
God, he missed Shiloh. Everything would be different if she was still here.
Leaning back to stare up at the starless sky, he remembered the day he first met her. It was at the party of some rich boy at one of the private schools for kids whose families loved them enough to spend a fortune on their education. When word got out that there’d be no parents to chaperone, students from almost every high school in the area attended—even his, although those who went to New Horizons were typically not invited. They were the poor kids, the ones who came from broken homes or no homes at all, the ones who caused trouble and weren’t expected to amount to much.
In other words: the disreputable and undesirable.
Seth wouldn’t have gone that night if his brother hadn’t needed a wingman. He’d made it a point to avoid the wealthier kids. He’d considered them to be spoiled and clueless if not stuck up. But if he hadn’t gone that night, he might never have met Shiloh. Although he didn’t really believe in love at first sight, he had no other way to explain what happened the minute he saw her. He’d known instantly, at seventeen, that she was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.