Back Till Summer Do Us Part
Chapters (38)
  1. Full Page Image
  2. Copyright
  3. Contents
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Epilogue
  37. Excerpt - Bridesmaid for Hire
  38. More Books by Meghan

“I wouldn’t lie to you,” I say. “About anything.” I look her in the eyes, but she quickly diverts her gaze as if she can’t stand to make eye contact with me. Not wanting her to brush off my comment, because I need her to know this about me, I close the space between us and then press my finger under her chin, lifting her gaze to meet mine. “I’m serious, Scottie. I won’t lie to you. Okay?”

“O-okay,” she says.

I release her and then stick my hands in my pockets. “And, you know, if you want to tell your husband that you don’t plan on lying to him either, it would be appreciated,” I say, lightheartedly.

She rolls her eyes. “I don’t plan on lying to you.”

“The way you said that, with such promise and conviction.” I press my hand to my heart. “I truly felt it all the way in my bones.”

“God, you’re annoying,” she says, moving past me. “Do you have the key to our sex palace?”

“Yup,” I say, and then together we head out of the cabin, only to be stopped at the door by Sanders.

“Hello, you two,” he says while holding a football.

“Oh, hello,” Scottie says, taking a step back and running into my chest.

I decide to hold her hips, keeping her in place.

“I’m glad I caught you before you headed over to dinner. I’ve given our day some thought, and I wanted to deliver this to you.” He pulls out an envelope. “It’s your task for tomorrow. I’m also having dinner delivered to you so you can eat in your room and spend some time thinking about the session we went through.”

Scottie takes the envelope and thanks him.

“There seems to be a lot of tension between you, more than I expected, and I think it would be good for you to think about if you want to continue with the camp or maybe…go home.”

“Go home?” Scottie asks.

“Yes.” Sanders twirls the ball on the palm of his hand. “I’d recommend weekly, maybe biweekly sessions with me to work through some of these issues. I don’t know if we’ll be able to handle it during camp though, and I don’t want to put you two in a tough spot. So the decision is up to you. If you’d like to stay, then we’ll see you bright and early in the morning, but if you’d like to go home, we can discharge you around ten. Just stay in your cabin, and staff will come and get you.”

“Oh, okay,” Scottie says.