Storm Warning

Broken Heartland - 1

by

E. Lee & C. Quinn

Another secret of the universe: Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder.

― Benjamin Alire Sáen

For everyone who’s ever had to weather a storm. Life is unpredictable, sometimes you just have to ride it out.

Prologue

Kyle

SUMMER. For most people my age, it was synonymous with freedom. Free from school, free from obligations, free from bells ringing telling us where to go and when. Long days and even longer nights. Parties. Drinking too much and hooking up. For me, it meant work.

For as long as I could remember, summer equaled busting my ass with my family’s landscaping business, Mason Landscaping & Lawn Maintenance. This summer would be a little different since I’d graduated and would only be working part-time. But I’d be working all the same.

I could still remember the day the letter came that held the key to my future. The one that determined whether or not I’d finally be able to get the hell out of Hope’s Grove, Oklahoma.

“Kyle, it came! It’s here! Open it!” My sister Ella Jane’s bright blue eyes shone in the sunlight as she practically mauled me by the mailbox.

“Jesus, EJ. Easy, girl.” I took the envelope from her and tucked it in the back pocket of my jeans. My best friend Coop grinned and shook his head. We both took serious pleasure in teasing my little sister damn near to death. Had since we were kids. In my mind, EJ was still a kid. Always would be. But I wasn’t blind. I had my suspicions that Coop was starting to see just how much of a kid my sixteen-year-old sister wasn’t.

“Kyle Ryan Mason! You are not serious! Get that envelope out of your pocket and open it right this second.” She glared at me with her hands on her hips and I had to work to keep from smiling.

“I think we should wait for Dad to get home. Don’t you?”

If I could change anything about that day, it’s that moment that I would do differently. If I had the power to go back in time, back before everything went straight to hell, I would’ve ripped that envelope—the one with the news of my full football scholarship to Oklahoma State University—open right that second.

I would’ve given EJ that last happy memory. Would’ve wrapped her in my arms and spun her around at the end of our dirt driveway. Would’ve let Coop thump me hard on the back in our “congrats, dude” sign of affection. I might have even let him hug EJ, though I would’ve been watching closely to make sure his hands stayed north of the equator.

But…I didn’t. I held out on EJ because I thought that would make it more fun. Build the suspense. I’d always enjoyed being the center of attention. It had always come easily for me. My little sister was the shy one. The one who stood quietly in my shadow, in my corner, cheering me on in whatever I did.

What I didn’t know was that my dad wasn’t coming home. I didn’t know that my mom would sit us down at the dinner table that night with tears in her eyes and tell us that he’d moved out while we were in school that day. That he’d checked out of our family for some city bitch named Valerie that he’d dated in high school or some bullshit. He’d been having an affair. Cheating on my mom. Cheating on our family.

I didn’t know that I’d be opening my letter alone in my room that night. Listening to Ella Jane cry softly in the next room as I did.

So this summer would be different. In more ways than one. I graduated from Hope’s Grove High School. Got into my dream college. And I’d be attending football camp pretty much all summer long. I only had one major lawn account to deal with—some family in Summit Bluffs was out of town for the summer so I had to take care of their lawn and their pool on the weekends when I was home.

When summer ended, I’d be leaving my mom and sister behind to handle the family business all on their own. I was getting everything I ever wished for, and yet…the thought made my entire world spin in the wrong direction. I felt like a linebacker twice my size was headed right toward me. And I was powerless to do anything about it.

June

Severe Storm Warning Tip # 1

Be alert to changing weather conditions. Look for approaching storms.

1

Cameron

“I’M not saying that we should break up exactly.” Cameron Nickelson glanced in the mirror at the reflection of her boyfriend of two years, who was still lying shirtless across the bed in his room. She applied a thin layer of slick gloss to her perfect pout before adding, “I just think with you going to stay with your grandparents for the summer and me going to St. Tropez, we should take some time apart. You know, like a break. Not a break up.”

She studied the feigned look of concern on Hayden’s face. A part of her wanted him to reject her suggestion because the idea of being important to someone was a driving force in her way of life, but she knew he’d agree to the break.

Sure, she loved Hayden. But she knew as well as he did that they weren’t in love. They were together because that was the way it was supposed to be. Popular guys and popular girls from the same financial standing were supposed to be together. At least that’s what her parents had raised her to believe.

So, when they were freshmen in high school and their peers were pairing off into couples, Hayden and Cami—as she was known as by those closest to her—decided it would be in their best interest, and most beneficial to their reputations, to become the it couple at Summit Bluffs High School. They had based their relationship on the friendship they’d developed growing up in the elite circle their parents forced them into, complete with built-in wealth, status, and popularity.

Cami and Hayden understood the pressures that came with being expected to be perfect. Both of them had parents that pushed them to excel and achieve even when they didn’t want to—Cami with pageants and Hayden with lacrosse—not to mention the 4.0 GPAs they were expected to maintain while climbing the social ladder.

“Okay,” Hayden finally answered. “I mean, if that’s what you want,” he added. She could tell that he was just saying it to soften the blow to her ego and that he would be just fine without her this summer. She smiled, noting that Hayden Prescott did have a sweet side, despite his arrogant façade. She also admired the way his chiseled stomach remained tight as he sat up and scooted to the end of the bed. “How about one more round for old times’ sake?” Before she could say a word, he grabbed her thighs and pulled her back into his lap. The popularity and reputation boosts weren’t the only benefits to their relationship.

They’d been each other’s firsts and definitely enjoyed the benefit of each other’s company. Or at least, she was pretty sure she’d been his first.

“Well,” Cami began, turning in his lap to face him. “If you insist.”

He ran his thumb across her lips, removing the gloss she’d just applied. “Oh, I insist.” He chuckled before kissing her, giving her the cocky smirk that had practically every girl she knew eager to be in her place.

But as nice as kissing Hayden was, even though he definitely had mastered making out and more, Cami had yet to feel the spine-tingling, stop-you-in-your-tracks, leave-you-breathless type of kiss she had seen in the movies and read about in the romance novels she’d snuck from her mom’s secret stash. Which was one of the main reasons she’d suggested the whole break thing.

She was off to the sunny beaches of St. Tropez for the summer, and the idea of having a whirlwind fling that actually left her breathless was all she could think about. Even though she knew she’d start the next school year back on Hayden’s arm, three months of doing what she actually wanted for once sounded nice.

“WHAT do you mean I’m not going?” Cami asked as she watched her mother walk toward the front door. Right outside that door was the town car that was waiting to drive them to the airport. The one Cami was supposed to be loading her Louis Vuitton suitcase in at that very moment. Instead, her father wheeled it back toward the staircase that led up to her second-floor bedroom.

“Exactly what I said,” her mother answered shortly.

“But you said this was a trip for us. You said if I placed in the Miss Teen Oklahoma pageant that we’d go celebrate. I don’t understand why you suddenly decided that I don’t get to go. This isn’t fair,” she pleaded.

Theresa Nickelson—or as she preferred to be known, Former Miss Oklahoma—placed her hand on her daughter’s shoulder and painted on the fake smile she’d perfected over years of being on the pageant circuit.

“Cameron,” she said in a sugary sweet tone. “I said that you could go to St. Tropez with me if you won Miss Teen Oklahoma. Not placed. Perhaps you should use the summer to figure out why exactly you didn’t take home that crown. Tighten up a little for the swimsuit competition.” She paused to give her daughter’s hip a harsh pat. “Maybe next year we’ll actually have a reason to celebrate.” With that, her mother was out the door and on her way to the island vacation Cameron had been dreaming about for months.

Two tears escaped the overflowing pools in her eyes. She let them fall onto her cheeks before turning to run up the steps to her room.

She knew she shouldn’t have been surprised by her mother’s decision to leave her behind. It was kind of their thing. The only time her mother actually acknowledged her existence was when she had a crown on her head and sash across her chest. That was when her mom brought out the big guns, making immense promises she never followed through on.

Cami threw herself on the queen-sized bed in the center of her bedroom and cursed herself for actually thinking her mother wanted to spend time with her. Then she cursed herself again for falling for her mother’s promise of “a mother-daughter getaway.”

Her mother was nothing if not consistent. Every summer she would get Cami’s hopes up by planning something fun for the two of them only to pull the rug out from under her unsuspecting daughter. As much as she hated to admit it, this year she’d been stupid enough to fall for it. Again.

Cami’s dream of finding summer love on the beach seeped into her pillow along with her tears. She had a pretty good idea that her mother had the exact same idea and didn’t want her daughter tagging along to complicate things with the cabana boy or whatever unsuspecting guy she preyed upon. Cami swore to herself that this was the last time she would believe a word that came out of her mother’s mouth. She let her sobs drown out the little voice inside her that said this would not be the case.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

She unburied her face from her damp pillow and watched her father wheel her suitcase back into her room.

“You know how your mother is,” he tried to reason with his daughter, his brown eyes crinkling as he forced a smile. “You shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up.”

“Yeah. I know.” The emptiness she felt at his words hollowed out her stomach. No matter how hard she tried to make it seem normal, the relationship she had with her parents was anything but.

Mothers were supposed to want to spend time with their children and fathers were supposed to offer love and support, not rationalize their wive’s immature behavior.

Just as she began to write both of her parents off, her father stepped over to the edge of the bed and offered Cami a comforting pat on her back.

“You’ll still have a good summer,” he began, and for a brief moment, Cami actually thought he was going to suggest that the two of them spend some time together. A tiny hopeful smile crept across her face.

She didn’t see her dad on a regular basis. Between his busy work schedule and her social one, they spoke only in passing. She saw her mom at dress fittings, hair appointments, and pageant practice. Her dad, not so much.

“Why don’t you call the girls and have a pool party tonight?” he suggested. “I’m going into the city to get a head start on all the work I’ve got this week.”

She let out a breath as her heart grew heavier in her chest. The weight of it felt like too much in times like these. Cami’s father was much more transparent than her mother. His affair, which he usually referred to as ‘work,’ was something her mother knew all about and turned a blind eye to. Cami knew this from the many phone conversations she’d overhead her mother having with women in her inner circle.

According to her mom, Derek Nickelson justified deserving a girlfriend because he provided a lavish lifestyle for his wife and daughter, maintained a high profile in the community they lived in, and pretended to be interested in his child’s well-being. He even served as the School Board President. And because his own infidelity kept him too busy to notice hers, Theresa Nickelson didn’t really mind.

From the outside, the Nickelsons looked like they had it all together. Which couldn’t be any further from the truth.

“Okay, Daddy,” Cami agreed. “That sounds like fun.”

He placed a kiss on the top of her head. “Let Sophie know if you need anything,” he added as he backed toward the door. Sophie was their maid and the only person in the house that Cami saw daily. “I’ll leave some cash on the counter, and you have your Visa.”

Once he was gone, Cami returned her face to the quiet comfort of her pillow and silently thanked her mother for forcing her into the pageants she hated so much. If nothing else, she’d learned how to lie and paint the picture of perfection everyone expected her to be.

She heard her father’s car pull out of the garage and closed her eyes. There was no way she was having a party tonight. She couldn’t deal with letting her girlfriends know that her mother had ditched her once again. She’d used every excuse in the book for that woman and she had run out of ideas. Just the thought of having everyone talking about “poor Cami” behind her back made her want to puke.

She had a reputation to uphold. This summer, Cami was going to hide out, protect the lie her sorry excuse for a family had forced her into. When the school bell rang, she was going to fill her friends’ ears with the details of the wild summer romance she had promised them she was going to have. Even if she had to make the whole thing up.

2

Hayden

“THIS is a joke, right? You’re pissed I wrecked the Bentley so you’re screwing with me.”

He watched as his mother rubbed the bridge of her nose and then widened her hand to grip her temples. His dad just stood there, checking his phone for the fiftieth time. One of them needed to cut the bullshit and soon or he was going to lose it.

“Hayden, honestly. It’s a car. We were just glad you weren’t hurt. This wasn’t even our idea.” His mother sighed as she looked to his father for some assistance. She didn’t get any. The man couldn’t even glance up from the device he held. Hayden knew why. It was baseball season. People were still placing bets. If his mother knew about his dad’s shady side business, she ignored it.

“Okay, so if it’s just a car, why send me to the middle of nowhere? I’m seventeen years old. I don’t need summer camp, dammit.”

“Watch your mouth,” his dad scolded, finally looking up. “It’s not summer camp. It’s your grandparents’ farm in Hope’s Grove, and they have some friends who could use a hand. The Masons’ son left for college early or something and is only helping out part time. I’m pretty sure Brad Mason is living here in Summit Bluffs with Valerie Darden. So it’s just a single mother and her daughter running a somewhat successful landscaping business. You could use a summer of hard work.”

Hayden gritted his teeth together and glared at his father. “Oh yeah, Dad? I thought I had been working hard? Or doesn’t what I’ve been doing count?”

His mother scrunched her brow and her imploring gaze swung from him to his father and back again.

Before she could ask any questions, his father stepped toward him. “Enough. Pack your bags. Your grandfather will pick you up first thing in the morning.”

AFTER he’d received the shitty news of being sent to Camp Townie Inbred for the summer, his girlfriend had come over. To add insult to injury, she’d announced she wanted to take a “break.” Normally he wouldn’t have cared. He had a few things going on the side. Cami was just the main course because his parents said so. But knowing he’d be stuck out in the middle of nowhere without even the hope of a conjugal visit since she’d be in St. Tropez with her mother, probably tag-teaming cabana boys, sucked hairy balls.

At least he’d gotten lucky one last time.

But he doubted that would hold him over all summer long. He was pretty sure none of the toothless townies were going to be his type.

The drive to Hope’s Grove wasn’t even an hour. But it might as well have been in another time zone. Summit Bluffs had a high-end mall, a movie theatre, and a high school home to the three-time state football and lacrosse champs. Hope’s Grove had…dirt. And corn. So far, that was all he’d seen.

“Well, here it is. Downtown,” his grandfather announced like they’d entered Times Square.

“Jesus.” Hayden barely kept himself from letting out a few words he knew might get him backhanded by the old man. Hope’s Grove was the town that time forgot. Time must have downright hated it. Everything was faded. Stop signs—the two they had—storefront displays, all of it. He counted a hardware store, a grocery store, a gas station, a church, a bar, and a video store. For God’s sakes, have these people never heard of Netflix?

“Used to be the Logans’ Dairy Farm,” Pops told him, pointing a bony finger at a huge empty field as they turned down a back road. “We went there a few times when you were younger. They went under last year.”

Great. Even the cows were smart enough to get the hell out of this godforsaken place.

How in the world was he supposed to entertain himself all summer? He glanced down at his phone only to see that he had zero service. No signal whatsoever. Big shocker. He’d bet the odds of his grandparents having Wi-Fi weren’t too great. And he knew plenty about betting.

One thing was for sure. This summer was going to be pure hell.

3

Ella Jane

“IT’S not like I’m moving to the moon, EJ. Relax.” Lynlee Reed soothed her friend as she folded her last skimpy tank top and stuffed it into her suitcase. “There’s Facebook and Skype and Snapchat and a ton of other ways to keep in touch.”

Ella Jane Mason sat at the end of the bed with tears stinging the backs of her eyes. “You might as well be. California is a million miles from here. It’s practically on another planet.” She stared down at her hands. Everything was changing. She hated change.

First, her dad had moved out and her parents were in the middle of destroying each other in every way possible in the divorce. Her brother had received a full scholarship to OSU and had left for football camp last week. He’d be home on weekends but it wasn’t the same. Nothing would ever be the same. And now her best friend was moving to California because her dad’s job had closed the Oklahoma City office location and transferred him to Los Angeles.

Lynlee huffed out a sigh. “Don’t be so dramatic. I’ll come back as much as I can. Mom said we’d visit Gram and Gramps before the end of summer, so I’ll be back before you know it.”

Ella Jane forced a smile and nodded as she choked down the lump rising in her throat. The two girls lugged Lynlee’s suitcases down the stairs to where her parents were waiting. She tried to focus on each step through the moisture gathered in her eyes so she wouldn’t trip and break her neck.

After the bags were loaded in the car, Lynlee turned to her and rolled her eyes. “God, you’re such a sap. Toughen up, chick. We’re not five years old anymore.”

Ella Jane twisted a long strand of her blond hair between her fingers. “Y-yeah. I know. You’re right. It’s just…” Pulling in a lungful of air, she glanced at the now empty house where she’d spent summers learning to swim and gossiping about boys until all hours of the night. Where she’d finally confessed her lifelong crush on her brother’s best friend. “Lots of changes this summer.”

Lynlee gave her a sympathetic smile. “Yeah, some of those changes are good though. Like you’re finally in a C-cup and I’m off to hook up with hot California surfer dudes.”

“I’m still a 34-B, thank you very much,” Ella Jane whispered, feeling the blush creep up her neck to her face.

Lynlee had always been the daring one. The bold one who said whatever was on her mind. Ella Jane, not so much. She usually let her older brother Kyle or Lyn do the talking for her. Without them, she had no idea how she was going to survive the summer, much less her junior year of high school.

Hope’s Grove was small. Everyone knew about her parents, and she was already dreading facing them since the news of her dad’s affair had hit. But facing them without her brother and her best friend would be her worst nightmare.

After the girls had said their goodbyes and she’d watched her friend’s taillights fade down the drive, Ella Jane scuffed her boots along the winding dirt road that led her home.

She was about halfway there, watching the sun sink low in the evening sky, when the unmistakable rumble of a pickup truck came barreling down the road behind her. She stepped aside to let it pass without looking back. But it didn’t pass. It slowed practically to a stop right next to her.

She turned, wondering what the heck the driver’s deal was. There was more than enough room for him to go around. But the smiling face beneath the backwards trucker hat sent the words on the tip of her tongue swirling away with the dust the truck had riled up.

She bit her lip and grinned. Warm brown eyes gleamed in her direction. “Hey there, Ellie May. Need a ride?”

She rolled her eyes. Why Brantley Cooper couldn’t call her by her actual name was beyond her. But as long as he was talking to her, she really didn’t care much what he called her. He can call me ‘flower’ if he wants to.

He was a year older than her and a year younger than her older brother, Kyle. Smack in the middle of their ages and grades in school and usually smack in the middle of their arguments. Coop kept the peace. Balanced them out perfectly.

The three of them had met at the same time as kids but Coop and Kyle had become like brothers instantly. She’d always tagged along wherever they went. Kyle had whined about it when they were younger but Coop always made her feel welcome. He held doors open for her so she didn’t get left behind, made sure to invite her despite her brother’s protests, and lately he’d even stopped by and hung out even when Kyle wasn’t home. And this year, she’d be a junior and Coop would be a senior. With her big brother away at college, she couldn’t help but fantasize about what might happen if she and Coop spent time together alone.

“Hey, Coop. Lynlee just left so I was just…” She glanced toward home. Kyle wasn’t back from football camp yet, and her mom was baking herself to death, trying to keep her mind off of everything.

“Yeah, I heard the Wicked Witch was moving west. You up for some fishing? I have to drop my bike off at the house but we could swing by the lake after.”

She should get home. She knew she should. Should order a pizza and convince her mom to take it easy for a night. Except…it was Coop. And in all her sixteen years, he was the one boy she’d never been able to say no to.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m up for it.”

4

Cooper

THAT’S Kyle’s little sister, man. Remember, your best friend? The one who’d kick your ass if he knew what was running through your mind right now? Oh yeah. Him.

But when Ella Jane Mason climbed into his truck, she wasn’t anyone’s little anything. Her cut-off shorts were just short enough for the tips of her pockets to peer out the bottom. And damn, those legs. Toned and tan and went on forever.

He swallowed hard and took a quick swig of the Dr. Pepper in his drink holder. Sure it was warm as piss but at least it was wet. Oh God. Wet. Not a word he should be thinking about when the most beautiful girl in Hope’s Grove was riding shotgun.

“You race today? I would’ve come and watched if I’d have known.” The windows were down since his piece of shit didn’t have a working air conditioner. EJ didn’t complain though. She just grabbed a faded John Deere hat from his dash and pulled it on over her hair. Backwards. Day-um. His mouth went instantly dry again.

“Naw, just practice,” Coop told her, adjusting himself in his seat. “But I have a few races coming up. I don’t know if Kyle will be in town for you to tag along with, but you know you’re still welcome to come.”

Something flashed in her eyes when he glanced over at her. Excitement, maybe? Was she glad that her brother might not be there to chaperone?

Because if he was being honest with himself? He was sure excited about it. Way too excited for comfort.

“You know I’ll come.” Ella Jane’s words stirred a part of him he knew he shouldn’t be thinking about.

“Awesome,” he blurted out with a little more enthusiasm than he’d planned. “I mean…” He cleared his throat. “That’s cool. I have a race next Saturday over at Hillside.” Gripping the steering wheel tightly, he trained his eyes on the road he could’ve driven blind.

“I’ll be there as soon as I get off work.”

“Great.” The idea of having Ella Jane cheering him on from the pits at Hillside made him smile. A win there was a sure thing. He’d worked his way up on the local circuit, and there wasn’t a track in the state of Oklahoma he hadn’t dominated at. There were a couple sponsors courting him—nothing big yet, but still. Someone wanted to give him money to do something he loved because they believed in him. The same way the pretty little blonde next to him did. EJ and Kyle were Coop’s biggest fans. The two of them had been his unofficial pit crew since he’d started racing as a kid.

He’d always be a farm boy, first and foremost, but if there was an opportunity to make something out of himself in motocross, he was going to try his damnedest to do it. Having EJ there in a tight little T-shirt with his name and number across the back was just the boost he needed. He made up his mind then and there. He’d impress the sponsors and her. He was determined now more than ever to win the race and the girl.

“Promise I’ll keep my distance and not interfere with your groupies,” Ella Jane informed him as she popped open his glove box in search of gum the way she always did.

He handed her the pack of Spearmint from his console. “Please do. I’ve got a reputation to uphold with the track bunnies.” He nodded, trying to convince himself that her keeping her distance was a good idea. The truth was he couldn’t give two shits about those other girls. He was too wrapped up thinking about the blonde within arm’s reach. He’d let Ella Jane ride on the handlebars of his bike if she wanted to.

The barking dogs announcing his arrival at home greeted him. Ella Jane was out of the truck before he was, petting Roscoe and Blue, his two Australian Shepherds. When she kissed each of them on the nose and bent down to rub their bellies, he found himself oddly jealous of the old dogs.

“I’ll unload the bike and grab the rods if you want to run inside and say hey to Mama,” he told her.

She nodded and headed toward the house. As he watched her skip away, Roscoe and Blue close on her heels, he wondered exactly how mad Kyle would be if he actually made a move on his little sister. He was just about to talk himself out of it for the umpteenth time when she glanced over her shoulder as she was pulling open the screen door and offered him a small smile.

Maybe it would be worth the ass kicking.

5

Cameron

THERE was something to be said for living in hiding—it sucked. It had been six days since her mom left for St. Tropez without her, and her father was shacked up with his assistant in the apartment he kept in the city.

Cameron had given herself a manicure, a pedicure, facial and every other beauty treatment Sophie could find for her at the drugstore. To say that she was bored was an understatement.

She decided it was time to rid herself of the tan lines she’d acquired this week while lying out by the one saving grace of her family’s home—the pool.

“It’s beautiful here,” Cami said into her cell phone as she made her way across the patio. She tossed a stack of magazines down on the lounge chair she was planning on taking over for the rest of the afternoon. “The beaches are gorgeous,” she gushed, knowing she had to really sell it if she was going to convince her friends that she was actually on vacation.

“I’m so jealous,” Raquel huffed through the phone. “Your mom should have totally let you take a friend. I have the hottest red bikini. Would have looked amazing in pics of me on the white sand.”

“Totally.” Cami rolled her eyes as she agreed. Raquel managed to turn every situation around to be about her. Even hypothetical ones. “I’ve had quite a few guys check me out today and I’m just now heading out to the water.” She continued her charade as she kicked her flip-flops off and dipped her toe in the water. Not the salty ocean water her friend thought she was in front of, but the pool that was located only a couple blocks from Raquel’s house.

“So things with Hayden are officially off?”

“For now.” Cami shrugged as if her friend could see her. Thank God she couldn’t. “I mean, I’m sure when the summer’s over we’ll be back together. But for right now, we’re just doing our own thing.”

“I didn’t actually think you’d go through with it. Hayden Prescott is kind of a big deal.”

“Well, so am I,” Cami replied with the false confidence she feigned for her friends.

“Oh, I know,” Raquel backtracked. “I just thought you might’ve changed your mind. You could’ve had a summer fling without telling him, you know. Aren’t you worried someone is going to snake him out from under you?”

“Like who?” Cami fought back a laugh. She knew exactly who Raquel was talking about—herself. Raquel had been not so silently waiting in the wings, hoping that Cami and Hayden would part ways so that she could try and sink her hooks into him. And if Cami had told her “friend” about any of the flings she’d had behind Hayden’s back, she knew exactly who would be the first one to run give him all the juicy details.

It was no secret that Raquel wanted Hayden. She’d even gone as far as to send him a couple suggestive texts. And one night when she’d gotten way too drunk at a party, she’d whispered in his ear all the things she’d do to him if she were his girlfriend. Because she was classy like that.

Of course, Hayden told Cami all about it. She might have been okay with Hayden fooling around with other girls she didn’t know, but Raquel was out of the question and Hayden knew it.

“I don’t know,” Raquel said evenly, playing it as cool as she could. “Anyone.”

“I’m not worried one bit,” Cami answered. “Besides that, he’s out in some little Podunk town for the summer with his grandparents. Doubt anyone there is worth a second look.”

“You’re probably right,” Raquel conceded. “If he was back home that might be a different story.”

“Might be,” Cami replied. Raquel could think whatever she wanted. “I’m not going to worry about Hayden this summer. This summer is about me and the hot guy walking across the beach right now. I’ve got to go, Raquel. Talk later!” With that, Cami hung up the phone, letting Raquel think she had more important things to worry about. Which she did. Tan lines.

She walked over to the small pool house, where the fresh towels were kept, and pulled her bikini top from around her neck. She had never been modest—she wasn’t raised to be—but she knew that Sophie was out running errands and the solitude of her private backyard retreat allowed her to walk out into the sunlight without worrying that anyone would see.

With her shoulders back and her face turned up toward the warmth of the summer sun, her mind conjured images of the beach she was supposed to be on. Daydreaming, she made her way, towel in hand, toward the lounge chair that was calling her name.

When her nearly naked body collided into something solid, she was pulled back to reality. He stood nearly a foot taller than her and the look of surprise in his sky blue eyes matched that of Cami’s.

“Who are you?” she demanded, propping her free hand up on her hip. The fact that she was topless barely even crossed her mind. She was more concerned with the stranger standing in front of her wielding a pair of hedge clippers.

Her eyes wandered from his hands up his strong forearms to the rippled muscles of his stomach peeking out from under the T-shirt he’d cut the sleeves off of.

“What are you doing back here? How’d you get in?” She threw the questions at him while snapping her fingers in front of his face in an attempt to pull his eyes from her body.

Once he finally closed his mouth, he shook his head, wiping off the awestruck look she was used to seeing on boys’ faces when she talked to them. She glared at him while he cleared his throat.

Cami was the first to admit that she loved the attention members of the opposite sex gave her. In some way, it made up for the lack of it she received at home. She didn’t mind the fact that he was staring at her, so it nearly blew her mind when he pulled the earbuds blasting music from his ears, placed the clippers on the ground, and turned his head.

“Easy, girl,” he said, holding his hand up to block her in his peripheral. “I’m supposed to be here. Don’t be such a drama queen.”

“Is that a fact?” she demanded, somewhat insulted that he was actually avoiding looking at her. She knew she looked good, despite the comment her mother had made about her weight earlier. And who the hell was he? Telling her calm down. He obviously didn’t know who she was. People didn’t talk to her like that.

“Yes. It is a fact,” he told her as he reached out to grab the towel from her hand. His eyes found hers as he took a step toward her and her breathing stopped. She looked up into his gleaming eyes. A small voice in her mind cautioned her to be careful.

She had no idea who he was or what he wanted from her, but some instinct she didn’t know she had told her that she was safe. She could feel the warmth radiating off his body against her skin as he wrapped the towel around her back. He pulled it closed, covering her chest. She contemplated reaching out and touching him, but his nearness had her frozen in place.

“I’m Kyle Mason.” He stepped back after she took the towel with her own hands. “With Mason Landscaping. We’re scheduled to do lawn maintenance here on Sundays. I have a passcode for the gate.” He moved his hand up and took the bill of the ball cap he was wearing in his hand. As he moved it back enough to scratch the top of his head, Cami could see his blond hair shimmer in the sunlight. “I can come back another day if you want.”

”Don’t worry about it,” she snapped, shaking off his suggestion, not wanting to admit that it was nice to see someone other than Sophie for a change. Didn’t hurt matters that he was hot. “I’m just going to grab my top and then you can get to work.”

She made her way over to the pool house and grabbed the pink bikini top she had left on the floor. A thought dawned on her as she made her way back into the sunlight and stood where Kyle could see her.

Perhaps my summer fling is still a possibility.

She already knew by the way his jaw dropped when he laid eyes on her that he found her attractive. And he had muscles in every place she was interested in. Sure, he was the hired help, but if she wasn’t leaving the house this summer, she didn’t have many other options.

He would suffice in a pinch, and she was already feeling a little lonely. She dropped her towel, giving him one more look before she propositioned him. Much like before, as the towel left her body, he turned to face the other direction.

She felt a frown cross her face and her mother’s words rang in her ears. “Frowning gives you more wrinkles than no expression at all.” She removed it from her lips and secured her top.

“You can look now,” she called out. “I’m covered.” His reaction confused her. Most guys would jump at the chance to see what she had under her top, but this guy either was gay or had something wrong with him.

He turned back around slowly. Cautiously. Cami was determined to figure out what his deal was. Wasn’t like she had anything else to do. She’d ditched her boyfriend, and her pride refused to let her tell her friends she was stuck at home for the summer.

She walked toward Kyle, exaggerating the sultry swing of her hips. “Why’d you look away?” She playfully twisted a lock of her chocolate-colored hair. “Didn’t like what you saw?”

“No,” he snickered, biting back a smile. “I mean, yeah,” he backtracked when he saw the surprised look on her face. “I did, but the thing is, I’m sure your boyfriend wouldn’t appreciate you flashing yourself to some stranger.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” she informed him.

“Well, in that case.” He stepped toward her with a new air of confidence. Now that he knew she was available, the trepidation in his eyes had vanished. “Not that I mind looking at you, but I prefer having to actually win the prize. If it’s just handed to me, it kinda takes the fun out of it.”

The devilish little grin he gave her told Cami two things. One, he was even better looking than she’d originally thought. And two, he was different from any guy she had ever talked to.

Not only was he an actual gentleman, he was willing to put some effort into getting to know her. It was a first for her. Her relationship with Hayden had always been a given. There wasn’t any actual wooing or first date. They were just together. The other guys, the ones she casually hooked up with, wanted one thing and one thing only, just like she did. But this guy, this Kyle Mason, was different. And Cami liked it.

“Good to know.” She felt her cheeks heating as he stared at her. For once, she felt like someone was staring at her for all the right reasons. She extended her hand to him and felt a tingle of warmth shoot up her arm as he raised his to meet hers. “I’m Cameron.”

“Nice to meet you, Cameron.”

6

Kyle

WHEN he caught his reflection in the rearview mirror, he tried to wipe off the stupid smile he was sure he’d been wearing since he left the Nickelsons’ house to make the twenty-minute drive back to Hope’s Grove. He ran his hand over his face and chuckled to himself as he thought about the girl who had just rocked everything he thought he knew right off its foundation.

To start with, she’d been nearly naked standing in front of him and he was sure there was drool dripping off his chin by the time he realized he’d been staring at her bare chest like an idiot. Damn, she was beautiful.

From her deep brown-nearly-black hair to her sun-kissed skin, right down to the tips of her little pink toes. Wasn’t every day a girl like that stepped out into the sunlight and took his breath away. Nope. He’d seen his fair share of naked girls, but Cameron Nickelson was different. The fact that she was a knockout was only half of it. She had more confidence in her little finger than all the girls he knew put together. And he liked it. A lot.

When he’d finished up pruning the hedge that ran across the back of the Nickelsons’ property, he turned around and caught her staring at him.

There she was, laid out across a lounge chair in a swimsuit that did a piss-poor job of covering up her body. Not that he needed it to. He’d already seen how amazing she looked without it.

She’d turned her head when he caught her ogling him and dove back into the magazine she was holding in front of her. He had to remind himself that he was Kyle Mason—football golden boy and small-town superstar—as he walked over to her and sat down on the edge of her chair. He was the kind of guy who usually got what he wanted. Decent grades, football scholarships, and pretty girls.

“What are you doing?” she asked, shifting her legs to the side of her lounge chair and giving him room to sit down. She might have been trying to play it off as if she wasn’t interested, but the simple act of allowing him to sit down was all the go-ahead Kyle needed.

“Just coming over to tell you goodbye,” he told her, giving her his best boy-next-door smile.

“You needed to sit down to do that?” She crossed her arms over her chest and smirked in what looked to him like a failed attempt at fighting back a smile.

“I did this time,” he answered. “Guess you make my knees weak.”

She giggled and it was just about the cutest thing he’d ever heard.

“So, will I be seeing you next week?”

“I got no place else to be,” she replied, sitting up and leaning a little closer to him. He’d have bet money that if he’d leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips she wouldn’t have protested. She was nothing if not forward. As much as he wanted to do just that, he placed his hand on top of hers instead and smiled.

“I guess I’ll be seeing you then.” That should have been the point where he said goodbye and left, but something about sitting there, touching her, and staring into her big brown eyes seemed so right that it took a second for his body to get the memo from his brain. “It was sure nice to meet you, Cameron,” he said when his feet finally decided to work and he stood up.

“It’s Cami,” she called out as he was walking away.

“Cami.” He turned and smiled, letting her name roll off his lips. “See ya next week.”

“Yeah you will,” she answered, biting her bottom lip and causing him to forget what he was doing.

He bumped into one of the potted plants that surrounded the gate. Thanking God for his quick hands, he managed to steady it before it crashed to the ground. When he looked up and saw her laughing at his clumsiness, he was sure glad for it too. He didn’t want to have to spend the next week repotting some stupid plant. Not when he had a Cami to talk to. Nope. This girl was his audible. The one who was about to change the play. Or maybe even the whole damn game.

“I was starting to wonder if you were going to make it home,” Kyle’s mom said when he finally floated through the door. “Thought maybe you decided to stay up at college instead of coming home and spending time with your dear old mother.”

“Well, hello to you too, Mama.” Kyle snickered as he pressed a kiss on her cheek. “Camp’s going great, in case you were wondering. And yes, I checked up on the Nickelsons this afternoon.” He knew the routine when he finished a day of work. Millie would have inevitably asked her son about his first week at football camp and if he’d managed to work in the job she’d asked him about last week. Mason Landscaping didn’t normally do jobs on Sundays, but with Kyle being gone most of the week, they had to rearrange the schedule to keep the money coming in.

“Well you answered all my questions.” She laughed and brushed the top of the fresh rolls she’d just pulled out of the oven with melted butter.

Kyle hopped up on the counter and snagged a hot roll, taking a bite and earning a stern look from his mother.

“Dammit,” he mumbled with a mouthful of steamy goodness. “That’s hot.”

“Serves you right.” His mother smirked. “You should have waited for dinner like everyone else. Speaking of everyone else, why don’t you go down to the canyon and get your sister. I need to talk to her about the Rogers’s account. Tell Coop he’s welcome, too.”

“They went without me?”

“You were late.” She shrugged and her mouth turned down slightly. “They didn’t want to wait around.”

“Hmm.” That stung a little. He knew that going away to college was going to mean missing out on all the things he loved about home, but he didn’t think his best friend would replace him with his sister so soon. Sure, EJ usually tagged along, but he and Coop had found that fishing hole while she was still carrying a baby doll around. Plus he didn’t love the idea of the two of them alone together. He’d caught Coop whispering things to EJ that made her giggle and blush more than once.

“What exactly took you so long?” his mom asked as he jumped down off the counter.

“Nothing,” he answered, feeling that same goofy smile he’d been wearing the entire ride home take over his face. Cami. That’s what took me so long. “Just tired from practice. Took me a little longer than usual.”

“Whatever you say,” Millie Mason answered with that all-knowing smile. He could fight back his grin as much as he wanted, but she’d seen it. She was good at figuring her kids out. She could tell when they were lying, sad, and excited, and she could tell when they’d met someone. She didn’t announce her observations, but Kyle knew she could tell. “Go get your sister.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

7

Cooper

ONCE Ella Jane and Coop reached Red River Canyon, he unloaded the gear like he’d done a million times. They had been coming here since they were kids. It had always been the three of them, but with Kyle gone, they were down to two.

“You’re unusually quiet this evening. What’s up?” he asked the girl stretched out on the bank next to him. Something was wrong, he could tell. Surely she wasn’t this upset over her crazy-ass friend leaving town. He’d been more than happy to see that psycho chick go.

“Just feels weird,” she admitted with a heavy sigh. “Kyle not being here.”

He let his eyes drift away from her and across the smooth surface of the water. A few ripples caused by bugs or fish or whatever made him nervous. He was thinking about making some ripples of his own.

The three of them had always been in perfect sync, each knowing when the other needed a late-night fishing trip or a beer or just to sit and be pissed off. Kyle would’ve killed him if he’d known the few times he’d let Ella Jane drink a beer. She was a lightweight though, so he never let her have more than two.

“Weird? As in bad?” he asked, pulling a can out of the cooler.

“Just weird as in different,” she informed him, baiting her own hook like the champ that she was.

“He should be home anytime, right?” It was Sunday. Coop knew the answer to the question. Kyle was his best friend so he knew that he had OSU training camp during the week and came home at different times on the weekend. He just really hoped that he’d be late this particular day.

She smiled back at him, her perfect mouth curving in a way that made his mind go blank. “Yeah. He worked today. Some house where the family is out of town. He should be back any minute now.”

“Ah. You know, sometimes different can be a good thing.” Coop gave her shoulder a slight nudge and left his arm resting close to hers. Either he was imagining things or she was holding her breath. “Seriously. You okay?”

She nodded and bit her lip. He watched as she fidgeted with her reel. “Yeah. I am. Just lots of things changing this summer.”

“Like your dad moving out?” He knew Brad Mason had ditched his family a few weeks ago, leaving her and her mom to deal with everything alone. Dude needed a swift kick in the nuts as far as he was concerned. “Heard anything from him?”

When her eyes met his, they were shining with the promise of tears.

“Shit, Ellie May.” He reached for her, resting his hand on her arm. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.” Now he kind of wanted to kick himself in the nuts.

“It’s fine. You’re fine. I’m…” She waved a hand between them before she lied one more time about being fine. He raised his hand to wipe away a tear she’d let slip with his thumb and then palmed her cheek gently.

The way she was looking up at him, like she needed him, gutted him, and it didn’t help matters that she’d leaned her face into his hand. He’d held back for so long. Want and need twisted inside of him, demanding that he pull her closer.

He wanted nothing more than to claim her sweet mouth as his. He was pretty sure she’d only been kissed by one guy. Actually, he knew it. He’d been there when Kyle gave Seth Milner a black eye two years ago.

It might not have been Seth’s fault that the bottle landed on Ella Jane, but he was the one who had spun the damn thing. Personally, he was going to wear whatever wounds her brother gave him with pride. Because he knew it was going to be so worth it.

His other hand found her cheek, and for the first time, Coop felt a sense of confidence. She wasn’t pushing him away or pulling back. No. Her blue eyes were inviting him to continue. Her lips parted as he slowly inched his way closer.

“Coop,” she said softly, the ache in her voice bringing him to the present and stopping his forward motion dead in its tracks. He didn’t want to take advantage of her, but he’d held out as long as he could.

The roar of an ATV behind them cut off whatever else she was about to say.

Coop closed his eyes and swore. “What the—”

“Kyle! You’re back!” Ella Jane scrambled to her feet as her brother exploded out of the timber behind them.

Coop leaned back and cast his line out, as if the only thing Kyle Mason had disturbed was the fish.

“I am.” He chuckled as his sister jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Damn, EJ,” he managed to get out despite the fact that she was cutting off his air supply. “You miss me or what?”

Ella Jane stepped back, releasing her brother and shrugging. “Eh, maybe a little.”

“Mom is looking for you back at the house. Something about the Rogers’s account.” Kyle handed her the keys to the four-wheeler and stepped over toward Coop. “Y’all fishin’ without me now?”

Cooper propped his pole in the dirt and stood. “You snooze you lose. What, no hug for me?”

“Get over here.” Kyle reached for Coop, pretending to go in for a hug before landing a backhand right between his legs. “Still want a hug?”

“Naw, man,” Coop grunted out, trying to avoid the indignity of bending over in pain. “I’m good. So glad you’re back.”

“So, um, I’ll see y’all back at the house?” Ella Jane asked, ignoring the boys’ obnoxious antics. “Coop, you coming over for dinner?”

“Yeah, Coop,” Kyle chimed in with raised eyebrows. “You coming over for dinner?”

“Er, probably not tonight. Lots of work to do at the farm. Matter of fact, I should probably be heading back about—”

“Stay a minute. I need to talk to you about something,” Kyle said as he cracked open a beer.

Coop swallowed hard and his eyes shot to Ella Jane. He knows. He must have seen us. He was tempted to ask her to stay so there’d be someone to witness the murder. Once she was out of sight, he turned to his best friend. “What the hell, man? That shit hurt.”

“Oh, did it? My bad, dude.” Kyle took a long pull on his beer and let his eyes rake over his friend. “You know I trust you, right, Coop?”

Before he could answer, Ella Jane barreled right through the middle of them and gave Kyle one last hug. “I’m so glad you’re home,” she whispered, barely loud enough for Coop to hear. “Okay, now I’m going for real. Behave yourselves, boys.” A quick smile in Coop’s direction and she was gone.

“Jesus. What’s up with her?” Kyle set his beer down and stared intently at Coop.

“What do you mean?” Coop blurted out. “Nothing’s up with her, that I know of. Why would something be up with her?”

Kyle arched a brow. “She usually just greets me with a list of shit I need to do around the house. Suddenly it’s all tackle hugs and she’s so glad I’m home? I was gone four days, not four years.”

Coop cleared his throat and glanced over his friend’s shoulder. “I don’t know. I guess she’s having some issues with all the changes. First your dad, then you, and that crazy-ass friend of hers left town today. So, it’s a lot for her to deal with I guess.”

“That’s one hell of an analysis, Dr. Phil. How long were y’all down here before I came?”

“Like five minutes,” Coop lied, before changing the subject. “Where the hell have you been? I know it doesn’t take you five hours to check one lawn.”

“No it doesn’t.” Kyle gave him a smug grin before taking another swig from the silver can. “That part only took about twenty minutes.”

Coop knew the look in his buddy’s eyes. He could tell when Kyle Mason was smitten. “How’d you manage to meet a girl at college already? You’ve been there for like three seconds.”

“Didn’t meet her there.”

Coop wondered if the love-drunk look on Kyle’s face as he shook his head was the same one he tried to hide around Ella Jane. And if he did as shitty of a job of hiding it as his buddy did.

“Don’t tell me some bored, rich housewife threw herself at you again.” Coop laughed.

“That happened one time, and if her face hadn’t been full of Botox, I might have taken a crack at her,” Kyle joked, sitting down and leaning back to rest his forearms on the ground. He glanced up and then let out a sigh of contentment. “This girl was not some bored housewife. Not even close.”

“No? So no pissed off husband will be hunting you down anytime soon?”

“Nope.” Kyle smirked. “No boyfriend either. She made that perfectly clear.”

Coop grinned. “Was this before or after you bagged her?”

Kyle sat up straighter and turned to face Coop. “Before, considering that hasn’t happened…yet.”

“Aw man, you like this one? What happened to living it up at OSU? And what about all those college girls you and I were gonna—”

“Hey, jackass, just because you bag ’em and tag ’em doesn’t mean I have to. I can’t help it if you haven’t found one worth getting to know.” Kyle shrugged and polished off his beer.

“Oh and you have?” Coop asked, still suspicious. “Just last week you were trying to get Mackenzie Watson to go for a ride with you.”

“Things change. I may have found one I want to do more than take a ride with.”

Coop didn’t respond right away. Just opened another beer and stared at the water. “So tell me about your weekender? She worth the ninety-mile drive home? And here I thought you came all this way to spend time with me.” He faked a hurt look at his friend.

“She might be,” Kyle admitted.

Coop could see it all over his friend’s face that there was something different about this one. Because whatever was going on, Kyle was keeping it to himself.

“Don’t worry, buddy.” He reached over, patting Coop on the back. “You’ll find a girl like that someday.”

“Yeah, I’m not gonna hold my breath.” Coop snorted. His chest tightened at his own lie. He’d found one all right. He’d spent his entire life getting to know her. He just also knew he couldn’t have her.

He’d always been honest with his best friend. Well, except for last summer when Ella Jane accidentally hit her brother’s truck when he was teaching her how to drive. He’d taken the blame then, said it was his dumb ass not paying attention. And here he was, lying again.

“I’m just glad my sister isn’t dating,” Kyle confessed. “Not that I don’t want her to be happy or anything. There’s just a bunch of assholes out there, you know?”

“Yeah,” Coop agreed. “Like us, right?” He forced out an uncomfortable laugh.

“Hey, I know we screw around a lot and all that, but in all seriousness. I need to know something.” All traces of humor were gone from Kyle’s voice.

Cooper sat completely still and waited. This was it. He braced himself for the blow to his face.

“You’re going to look out for her, right? When I’m gone? I need to know that somebody is gonna be here to take care of her. And you’re the only person I actually trust.”

Normally, Coop would’ve made a joke. Rolled his eyes or told his friend he should consider applying for a drama scholarship. But he knew that Ella Jane was right. Things were changing. And he could feel the heavy waves of tension and worry rolling off of his friend and slamming into him.

And you’re the only person I actually trust. He knew what he had to do.

“Yeah, man. You know it. Always.”

Kyle’s expression smoothed, and Coop was glad to have taken that off of his friend’s shoulders. But now? Now it was on his. And he could feel every single bit of it.

8

Hayden

“NICE to meet you, Mrs. Mason,” Hayden Prescott said as he shook the middle-aged woman’s hand. He grinned his meet-the-mom smile at his new employer. It was all a show for his granddad. Surely his parents would come to their senses soon enough and he wouldn’t actually be spending his entire summer in this godforsaken hellhole.

“Nice to meet you as well,” the woman responded, eyeing him as if she were making up her mind whether or not he was really nice to meet. “I’m not going to lie to you. We need a lot of help around here.” She paused to nod at the sprawling yard. “We’ve got a small crew handling clients, but it’s here that needs the most work.”

Hayden glanced around at the overgrown land surrounding the two-story Victorian home that doubled as a family business.

“Probably doesn’t say much for our work ethic that our own yard looks pretty terrible.” She smiled, but Hayden had seen his own mother faking enough polite smiles to know when someone was full of it.

“Yes, ma’am. I’m happy to help out wherever you need me.” And he was. She was pretty fine, actually, for someone in her forties. He wouldn’t mind having a Mrs. Robinson for the week or two he actually had to be here until his parents gave up the charade.

His grandfather clapped him on the back. “Right. Like I said, Millie, he’s able-bodied and needs a summer of hard work. Put his nose to the grindstone. I noticed the weeds around the barn are gettin’ pretty thick. Where’s that boy of yours?”

Mrs. Mason forced another smile. “He got a scholarship to State, Edwin. He has football camp and workouts this summer. He’s home on the weekends though. Takes care of some of the properties out in Summit Bluffs.”

“They grow up fast,” his grandfather said, jerking his head in his direction. “This one’s seventeen already. Seems like just yesterday he was knee-high to a grasshopper and actually enjoyed spending a summer with his poor ol’ granddad.”

Hayden had to fight to keep from snorting out loud. His granddad definitely wasn’t poor. Far from it. He owned half of the land in Oklahoma. Why he chose to live in the middle of nowhere when he could buy and sell Summit Bluffs ten times over, Hayden would never understand.

Mrs. Mason nodded. “Ella Jane’s sixteen. Can you believe that?”

Hayden’s grandfather whistled low under his breath. “I can still remember busting her catching lizards down by the train tracks when she was missing two front teeth.”

Dear Lord. What kind of name was Ella Jane? Hayden immediately pictured a toothless fatty in overalls and pigtail braids.

Mrs. Mason laughed. “Yep. Soon Kyle will be away at school and EJ will graduate and probably head off as well. Then it will just be…”

When she didn’t finish her sentence, Hayden returned his gaze to her. There were tears in the woman’s eyes. What the hell?

“Millie…” his granddad began, but she wiped her eyes and then rubbed her hands roughly on her khaki shorts.

“Ignore me.” She forced out a laugh that made Hayden wince. He had no idea what was going on, but something was up. For sure. “Listen, why don’t you show Hayden here around the property and I’ll see if I can round up EJ? You can check her pockets for lizards.”

“Yes, ma’am,” his granddad said with a grin and a nod. “Come on, son.”

As his obviously emotionally unstable boss made her way in the house, his grandfather gave him the grand tour. Dilapidated barn, moss-covered pond, storage shed for lawn care equipment, a dozen different types of trees and flowers growing around the house that had to be cared for. Blah, blah, blah. He half-listened as the man rambled on.

Hayden checked his phone when the old man’s back was turned. He actually had two bars of cell reception on the Mason property. Thank the freaking Lord. Well, at least this job would be good for something. Maybe he could at least get Cami to Snapchat him some photos of her sunbathing topless in St. Wherever the Hell.

After the tour wrapped up, they headed back to the truck. Just as they were about to leave, Mrs. Mason came jogging out of the house. “I almost forgot to give you this,” she said, handing Hayden a folded up square of paper. “Kyle went to get EJ but he’s not back yet. I was hoping you’d get to meet them. They could show you around town.”

Pretty sure I’ve seen all there is to see, lady. He nodded and tried to look disappointed. “That’s too bad. Maybe next time.”

“Kyle will head back up to school before you start work, but EJ will be here to help you learn the ropes on Monday,” she informed him.

Great. The hillbilly princess would probably show him the ropes with her man hands. “Can’t wait, ma’am.” He nodded and tucked the square of paper, which he assumed was a list of job duties he had no intentions of doing, into his pocket. “Looking forward to it. Pleasure meeting you.”

She smiled but gave him that same look, like she was still making up her mind about him. “See you bright and early Monday morning.”

When he got into the truck, his granddad was chuckling to himself.

“What’s so funny, Old Timer?”

“You think you’re really something, don’t you, boy? I bet you think Millie Mason was eating out of the palm of your hand.”

Actually he didn’t. He saw that look, that don’t-bullshit-a-bullshitter look she was pinning him with. Like he was amusing to her somehow. He huffed out a breath but said nothing.

“Can’t wait for you to see little Ella Jane again. I’d pay money to see her face on Monday.”

Again? “What do you mean, again?”

His granddad glanced at him as he backed the truck out of the dirt driveway. “You don’t remember? Naw, I don’t guess you would.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Pops.” Under his breath he added, “Probably time to up your dosage.”

His granddad put on the brakes hard enough to make his body jolt forward. He barely stopped himself from cursing out loud.

“You used to think I was something. Used to beg your daddy to let you go places with me.” The sad smile on the old man’s face sent a sharp pain through Hayden’s gut.

He vaguely remembered the summers he’d spent with his granddad in hillbilly hell…except it hadn’t seemed so bad back then. But now, trying to remember anything specific about it was like grasping at the vapors of a dream after waking up too soon.

His granddad continued. “You came over here with me to pick up mulch on Saturdays, and one time—you musta been around six or seven—you tripped over the shoelaces I’d just told you to tie. I’d no sooner got the words outta my mouth when you went ass over head. Skinned your knee pretty good. You squealed like a wounded heifer and Ella Jane ran out of the house like it had caught fire. She nursed you back to health with a washrag and a pink band-aid with a cat or something on it.” His granddad’s jowls shook as he chuckled at the memory. “You wouldn’t take that thing off for two weeks. I finally had to rip it off in your sleep.”

Hayden watched the old man’s eyes glaze over as he spoke. “I think she might’ve kissed it and that’s why you wouldn’t take it off. Think you might’ve been a little sweet on her back then.”

Jesus. He’d been joking about the meds earlier, but now he was really starting to wonder. “Okay, Pops. If you say so. Might’ve been your other grandson though.” He rolled his eyes, and the old man startled him by popping him in the back of the head.

“You’re my only grandson.”

“Hey, whaddya know? Maybe you’re still kinda sharp after all.”

“I’ll show you sharp,” Pops muttered under his breath. But as they headed toward home, he grinned and shook his head. “Actually, I think I’ll let Ella Jane show you on Monday. That girl’s sharp as they come.”

“LET’S go, son. Up and at ’em. Daylight’s a-wastin’.”

Hayden groaned and rolled over. Blinking his eyes into focus, he turned toward the window. “What daylight?” he croaked out. For the love of everything holy, it was still dark outside. It was official. The old man had lost it.

“It’s 5:30. Didn’t you check the schedule Millie gave you?”

“Schedule?” He sat up and rubbed both fists through his eyes. Glancing down, he noted gratefully that he didn’t have morning wood. Even his dick was still asleep.

He struggled to stand as his granddad produced the paper he’d folded up and forgotten.

Monday through Thursday, it said in small, neat print. Six a.m. to six p.m. Saturday: Seven a.m. to noon. Oh, no. Hell no.

“No way.” He backed up, putting as much distance between himself and that piece of paper as he could. “That’s not a summer job, Pops. That’s slavery.”

“It’s eight dollars an hour and it’s honest work. Which you will do. With a smile on your face. So get moving. You’re not downstairs and ready to leave in five minutes, I’ll sic your grandmother on you.”

If there was one person on earth harder on him than his granddad, it was Gran. The woman would be sweet as pie one minute, telling him what a handsome man he was becoming, and then yanking his ear half off because she’d caught him rolling his eyes the next.

“I’m coming. Give me a minute.”

“I’ll give you five. Not one minute more.” His granddad turned and disappeared down the steps.

Hayden threw on the khaki shorts and gray Mason Landscaping T-shirt he’d been told to wear to work. As he tied his brand new Air Maxes, he tried to figure out what in the world he’d done to deserve a summer of slave labor.

His granddad handed him a mug of steaming bitter coffee when he made it downstairs.

“Gran didn’t make breakfast?” he asked, eyeing the empty kitchen table. It was the one thing he’d actually looked forward to about this summer. His gran made the most amazing pancakes. That he did remember.

His granddad didn’t meet his gaze. He just opened the screen door and held it as Hayden followed him out. “Son, about your gran… She’s got…arthritis and such. We ain’t exactly spring chickens—as you might’ve noticed. I can’t remember the last time she made breakfast, to tell you the truth. We’ll be roughin’ it this summer. You’ll live. I’m still kickin’.”

TWO hours into his first shift at Mason Landscaping & Lawn Maintenance, he was ready to quit. Past ready.

He’d weeded, watered, and rotated. Cut, trimmed, edged, and a whole bunch of other shit that required getting his brand new shoes filthy. Mrs. Mason had tossed him some gloves after his granddad had dropped him off and they were already black and had several holes in them. His hands and back and legs ached. Lacrosse workouts were cake compared to this.

He was ready to call his mommy and tell her he’d learned his lesson. He’d dip into his trust fund to pay to fix his Bentley. Happily. Whatever it took.

But just as he was ready to toss aside the shovel he held and pull out his phone, the door to the house opened. And she walked out. Or marched out, rather.

“Yes, Mama. I know,” she hollered back over her shoulder. “I will. I said I would and I will. It’s handled.” The slamming of the screen door would’ve caused him to jump if he weren’t struck dumb by the sight of her.

Hayden felt his jaw drop just as the shovel he was holding did. It landed on his toe so hard he figured he was probably bleeding. But he couldn’t bring himself to care.

She zeroed in on him standing there, gaping at her like an idiot. His heart pounded so hard he could hear the blood it pumped rushing into his ears, could feel the vibration of it against his ribs.

The thin straps of her tight white tank top didn’t even cover the tan lines on her shoulders. His mouth went dry and he wondered briefly if he’d had a heat stroke, died, and gone to Heaven. Until the tan-legged, blond-haired angel in cut-off shorts in front of him spoke. “Well, you workin’ out here or what?” she drawled, glaring at him with her bright aquamarine eyes and a hand on her hip. “We ain’t payin’ you to be a lawn jockey.”

Her voice was sweet and harsh and turned him on so hard it hurt. And just like that, a summer in hell turned into a summer in heaven.

9

Ella Jane

HER mother said they’d played together as kids. But Ella Jane knew she must’ve been mistaken. No way was this arrogant jerk the same boy who used to make mud pies with her when Kyle and Cooper left her out.

“Hayden Prescott, EJ,” her mother had prompted. “You remember. Edwin and Netta’s grandson.”

Right. She kind of remembered a dark-haired boy with greenish eyes who came around with his grandfather and chased her around the backyard.

But standing across from her was a male model wannabe who clearly didn’t know an irrigation system from his ass.

“So you gonna actually do some work today or should I just tell Mama you’re headin’ on back to Pretty Boy Town?”

She watched barely contained restraint tighten his facial features. “I’ve been here since six a.m., thank you. Nice of you to roll out of bed and help out.” He bent down and picked up the shovel at his feet. “Now if you don’t mind, how about you run along and grab me something to drink. I’m dehydrating out here.”

Heat rose up inside of her until she could practically feel steam coming out of her ears. “You’ve been half-assing it out here since six a.m. I’ve been watching you from inside while I answered the thirty-two phone calls for work orders, thank you.”

“You’ve been watching me, huh?” Hayden smirked at her reddening face as he lifted the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. “Well, in that case, might as well give you something worth watching.” He slung his shirt aside and went back to digging the holes for the new flowerbed her mom wanted around the elm tree.

Ella Jane felt her eyes widen without permission. So she concentrated on narrowing them at him. She took a deep breath and stormed back toward the house. Where she grabbed the water hose. And sprayed Hayden Prescott right in the face.

“Holy shit…what the hell?” he sputtered, dropping the shovel for the second time and backing up. “Jesus Christ, that’s cold! Are you insane?”

She released her hold on the nozzle trigger and gave him the most innocent grin she could manage. “Can’t have you dehydratin’ out here, now can we?”

She pulled the trigger once more, giving him a satisfying blast of water on his bare chest before dropping the hose.

“Relax on those holes. You’re probably halfway to China,” she said as she sauntered past him toward the barn. “Surely you know the meaning of shallow wells.” She paused to smirk at him one last time. “And be careful using the good Lord’s name in vain. Don’t want him strikin’ you down. Not on our property, anyways.” She didn’t look over her shoulder to watch him use his shirt to dry off his face or his perfect body. But as much as she hated to admit it?

She wanted to. She really, really wanted to.

THE two weeks since Hayden Prescott had started working at Mason Landscaping and Lawn Maintenance had flown by. She tried hard not to think about why that was. Much as Ella Jane tried to pretend otherwise, she lost time thinking about him. Watching him weed eat—or try to weed eat anyways, since it was pretty obvious the boy hadn’t done a day of hard labor in his life—kept her busier than she would ever admit.

Her mother had walked in on her peering out the window at his shirtless tan self more than once.

“Close your mouth, Ella Jane, or you’ll catch flies,” her mother said that Saturday afternoon.

EJ jumped, startled by having been caught, and resumed updating the payroll sheet she was working on. “No idea what you’re talking about, Mama,” she mumbled under her breath.

“Mmhm,” her mother said, pausing in the doorway. “He seems nice enough. Lord knows he’s trying his best to impress you.”

She snorted. “Uh, no he’s not.”

Her mother sighed and cocked a hand on her hip, a trademark gesture of both the Mason women. “Oh he is. Looks like Coop might finally have some competition.”

Her face reddened at the mention of Coop. Sure, their parents and grandparents liked to tease them about one day getting married, but her mother had never brought it up one on one like this. EJ forced an eye roll. “Did you take up smoking crack as a hobby recently?”

“Oh yes, it’s lovely. Just a shade less hazardous than the meth.”

“I can’t believe you just referred to crack as lovely. Wait, no, yes I can.”

Her mother had always been unshakable. EJ and Kyle often practiced straight-faced speeches involving admitting to being pregnant or gay in hopes of seeing her lose her cool. Her response to Kyle’s false claim that he and Coop were secret lovers barely earned a raised eyebrow and an “I suspected as much.” Which made Kyle freak out instead.

EJ’s big pregnancy news received a chuckle and a “I hope you kissed the father goodbye because Kyle is going to murder him.” Yeah, the woman had nerves of steel. Or titanium. Or whatever was tougher than steel.

She even delivered her own “kids, your father moved out today” speech with a straight face. EJ had hoped she was kidding—giving them a taste of their own medicine. But no, he’d moved out last month and only called once to say he was sorry he didn’t get to say goodbye but figured this way was easiest on everyone.

Sure didn’t feel easy to her.

Kyle hated him. He’d told his little sister more than once that a man—a real man—didn’t run out on his family. And she certainly felt like she was supposed to hate him—solidarity sister and all that on her mom’s behalf. But EJ just couldn’t bring herself to. She’d wondered for a long time if her parents were in love. They barely spoke, never kissed, and had always seemed more like business partners than a married couple.

EJ wasn’t twelve years old anymore. She got it. She knew love wasn’t all hearts and flowers. But surely if two people were really in love they acted like it. There had to be some romance involved, didn’t there?

She hadn’t missed the fact that she’d never seen her mom cry over her dad leaving. But lately she had noticed her once unflappable mother sleeping later than usual. And baking like her life depended on it. There were enough frozen casseroles in the deep freezer to feed all of Hope’s Grove every Sunday for the rest of summer.

“Big plans tonight? Showing Mr. Prescott around Hope’s Grove perhaps?” Her mother’s question pulled her back to the present.

“Um, no. Definitely not. Actually, I thought I might go with Kyle and Coop over to Hillside. If that’s okay, I mean. I hate leaving you here all alone.”

Her mother raised her hand and waved it as if her concern were silly. “Please. I enjoy the peace. I’ve got smutty romance novels to catch up on.”

“Oh God.”

Her mother winked. “Everyone’s got to have goals for the summer.”

As if he’d been conjured by their conversation, Brantley Cooper pulled up in the driveway. Speaking of goals. EJ had one. A big one. She was sixteen. Since she was nine years old and had learned what a boyfriend was from a babysitter, she and Lynlee had been saying that as soon as they turned sixteen they were going to get them. Honest-to-God, kiss-you-on-the-mouth, hold-your-hand-in-public boyfriends. And her fantasy boyfriend back then was the same one she wanted now. No matter how good City Boy looked with his shirt off.

Coop would always be the guy for her. Always.

And judging from their almost kiss a few weeks ago, he was finally starting to realize it too.

“Kyle and Coop are here,” she announced, practically skipping toward the door.

“Tell your brother to come in and hug my neck before y’all head to the track, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” she promised, only half-paying attention. Her thoughts were already on the brown-eyed guy with the adorable dimples when he smiled walking toward their barn.

She nearly ran over Hayden as she hopped off the porch. “Whoa, easy there, angel face.”

She gaped at him as he caught her by the upper arms. “You did not just call me that.”

“Oh I did. Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?” He smirked as he released her.

Ella Jane had only felt this conflicted once before. To hate her father or not to hate him. Hayden Prescott summoned a similar burn in her belly. And her skin was on fire where he’d touched her. “No, I don’t think.”

“You don’t think? Funny, you seem pretty intelligent, for a country bumpkin anyways.”

The warmth of attraction flared to a scorch of irritation. “Oh I think plenty. And right now I’m thinking you’re an asshole.”

“Nice. You kiss your mama with that mouth?”

Now it was EJ’s turn to smirk as he glanced at her lips. “It’s really not any of your business what I do with my mouth.”

“What if I wanted to make it my business?”

His words caught her by surprise. Almost as much as the hunger in his gaze did. She felt like Little Red Riding Hood being eyed by the Big Bad Wolf. Except…he was kind of a hot wolf. Hayden took a step closer, and even though everything in her screamed for her to back up, to go back in the house and hide where she was safe, she just couldn’t talk herself into moving from where she stood.

“EJ, you coming to the track with us or what?” Coop called out from over by the barn, effectively breaking the trance Hayden had somehow put her in.

She released the breath she’d been holding as discreetly as possible. “Be right there,” she hollered back.

“You like his groupie or something?”

Her neck nearly snapped from all the abrupt emotional changes Hayden caused. Irritated. Embarrassed. Turned on. Nervous. Back to irritated. She pinned him with a glare as she passed. “You like jealous or something?”

He shrugged as he pulled the screen door open. “Or something.”

With one last huff of obvious annoyance, she left Hayden to go inside and clock out. Her expression eased into a familiar smile as she walked toward Coop. This was the boy she was supposed to be walking toward, instead of the jerk who’d distracted her on the porch.

“You gonna keep time for me tonight?” Coop asked as she approached.

She nodded, trying her best not to get all beside herself just because he was paying attention to her. “You know it. Try not to suck.” She winked as they walked to the barn, where her brother was unloading bags of mulch and pallets of brick pavers.

“I almost beat my record last week. What do I get if I beat it tonight?”

“I don’t know.” Anticipation fluttered in her belly. He’s flirting with me, isn’t he? She took a deep breath and nudged his arms with hers. “What do you want?”

“Oh I’m sure you can think of some—”

“What the hell, EJ? I thought you were going to Hillside with us?” Her brother’s questions interrupted whatever Coop had been about to say.

“I am,” she answered. “I’m ready when y’all are.”

“Like hell you are. Get your ass in the house and get some real clothes on. And hustle up. We need to get moving.”

EJ fought the urge to glance down. She knew what she was wearing. A navy blue Mason Landscaping tank top that was just tight enough to hug the new curves she was so proud of and cut-off shorts she wore all the time. She raised a hand to her hip and stared her older sibling down. “I’m not changing. You’re being an idiot.”

Kyle took a step in her direction. “Then you’re not going with us. Plain and simple. Throw on some jeans and a T-Shirt and you can come. Otherwise, you can stay your ass here.”

“Get a grip, man,” Coop said barely loud enough to be heard.

“What’s your freaking problem?” EJ asked her brother, shamed by the tears stinging in her eyes. Coop was never going to see her as anything but a kid sister if Kyle kept insisting on treating her like one in his presence.

“My problem is—”

“Hey, sorry to interrupt. Uh, Mrs. Mason asked for whichever one of you is Kyle to come in the house. She said she’s posting your naked baby photos on Facebook if you don’t make it in there in the next two minutes.”

Kyle turned the force of his angry laser beam stare from EJ to Hayden.

Hayden grinned and held his hands up. “Just passing the message along. I’m Hayden by the way. Your shitty stand-in according to most people around here.”

Kyle’s glare relaxed into a grin and EJ felt the tightness in her chest relax. “Hey, man. Yeah, Mom mentioned you. Hope they’re treating you decent around here.”

“Eh, I can take it.” Hayden’s eyes flickered toward her. She wondered if Coop noticed. He was standing off to the side with his fists clenched.

Kyle didn’t seem to notice, which made her wonder if she’d imagined it. Usually he got all ’roid ragey if a guy so much as nodded in her direction. But he shook Hayden’s hand and thanked him for passing the message along.

“EJ, when you go inside to change, tell Mom to give me a few minutes to unload the rest of this mulch.”

“I’m not going inside to change.”

She watched as Coop stepped between her and her brother. “Dude, relax. She’s not dressed any differently than any of the other girls that will be there. It’s ninety damn degrees out here.”

EJ was torn between watching Hayden leave and the interaction between Coop and Kyle. Maybe this was it. Maybe Coop was finally going to man up and tell him they were into each other. She sucked in a breath, praying she was right. She’d already named their kids—it was probably time for some forward progress.

And this was good. They could tell him together, present a united front and all that.

Apparently, her brother was ready to press the issue. “Oh yeah? What’s going on, Coop? You got something to tell me? Like maybe that you enjoy seeing my sister nearly busting out of her clothes?”

Coop took a step back. “No. For God’s sakes, Mase, she’s like a sister to me. I’m not into incest.”

He might as well have grabbed a bag of mulch and swung it at her with all of his might. The force of his words hit her just as hard.

Incest. He thinks of me as a sister. Incest is repulsive. The thought of us together is repulsive to him.

Now she knew why he’d looked so conflicted about kissing her not so long ago. Maybe he hadn’t been about to kiss her at all. Maybe he’d just been comforting her and she’d let her imagination run wild.

The contents of her stomach threatened to rise into her throat. A far away ringing sound began to drown out whatever else was being said.

“You know what? I’m going to skip the track after all. You two have fun.” Backing up so fast she nearly tripped over her own two feet, EJ beat it out of there as quickly as she could manage without full-out sprinting.

She hated that she was in flip-flops instead of running shoes, but the tears were coming hard and falling fast. No way she could suck it up long enough to go inside and change shoes without her mother asking a million questions.

Thankful that she had the path to The Ridge memorized, she made her way there, blinded by the moisture in her eyes.

Dropping herself down onto the edge of the cliff above the steep incline to the railroad tracks, she let loose one loud sob before swiping at her tears with her hands.

All these years she’d been dreaming of the day when Coop finally saw her. Finally looked at her in that way. And now it was never going to happen.

She cursed herself for the hours upon hours she’d spent fantasizing about what it would be like to kiss him, to call him her boyfriend. God, Lynlee was going to laugh her ass off at her. A million times her friend had told her to grow a pair and make a move. While EJ was pretty sure she never wanted to “grow a pair,” she had been putting serious thought into making a move.

She glanced over at the setting sun. If there was any type of silver lining to having her heart splattered all over the barn, it was that she hadn’t followed Lynlee’s advice. Because how horrifyingly humiliating would that have been? She shuddered at the thought.

“You cold?” a deep male voice asked from behind her.

For one stupid second, she let herself imagine that it was him. That he’d followed her to comfort her. To say he didn’t mean it.

But a quick glance over her shoulder was enough to put the final nail in the coffin of any fantasy she’d ever had about being anything more than friends with Coop.

“H-how long have you been here?” she asked the boy standing behind her.

“Long enough to hear you imitating a wounded animal.” Hayden took two steps before he plopped down beside her. She was strangely reminded of a nursery rhyme her mother had read her as a kid. Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet…along came a spider and sat down beside her…

He’s not a wolf and he’s not a spider, she told herself. He’s just a guy. She cleared her throat and took one last swipe at any remaining evidence that she’d been crying. “And you have a hard-on for damsels in distress or what? Because I honestly came out here to be alone.”

She watched him flinch at her words. “See, normally I would make a rude comment about you being interested in what gives me a hard-on. But since I know you’re upset about your brother’s wuss of a friend acting like such a douche back there, I’m going to give you a pass.”

“Gee, thanks.” She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.

“So what’s the deal? You and your brother’s friend a thing or what?”

She sniffled. “Didn’t you hear? That would be like incest as far as he’s concerned.” She tried to ignore the painful stab to her heart that word caused.

“Yeah, I heard. I also heard enough to know he’s full of shit. And he’s given me enough dirty looks any time I get near you to let me know he’d like for me to back off. Too bad I don’t much care what he’d like.”

“What? Coop doesn’t give anyone dirty looks. He’s like the nicest guy on the planet. Everyone loves him.” Some of us more than others.

“Oh yeah? Well what does that make me? ’Cause I gotta say, I’m not all that impressed.”

EJ bit her lip. Maybe Hayden was onto something. Maybe Coop thought of her as a sister now, but maybe, just maybe, a few well-placed interactions with Hayden would make him realize what he was missing.

Hayden must’ve taken her contemplative silence for something else because he moved to stand up. “Hey, it’s cool if you want to be alone. I’ll leave you be.”

“Um, wait.” She reached out to him without thinking. “Stay?”

Darkening green eyes took in the sight of her hand on his arm. “Whatever you say, angel face. I got nowhere else to be.”

10

Cooper

WAY to go, dumbass. Coop cursed himself for not just telling Kyle the truth right then and there before Ella Jane took off like a bat out of hell. That would’ve been the best thing he could’ve done—just put all of his cards on the table. But nope. He had to go and make some stupid, completely false statement about him not even noticing how she was dressed. He’d noticed. He always noticed, and he didn’t mind it when her tank top was a little tight or her shorts a little too short.

And then for the grand finale of his asshole show—the fact that the word incest had come out of his mouth. The last thing he pictured Ella Jane as was a relative. He saw the look on her face when he’d said what he’d said and it was comparable to the reaction a kid had when they found out their favorite pet died.

He’d panicked and he’d crushed her. Especially after their almost whatever it was at the canyon the other day. He really wanted to backtrack, tell her he didn’t mean it, and tell his best friend that he was in love with his sister. But the don’t-you-dare look on Kyle’s face stopped him from following her like he’d desperately wanted to.

“That girl needs to quit being such a big baby,” Kyle said as he and Coop climbed into the cab of Coop’s truck. “Everything is end of the world with her these days.”

“She’s just having a rough time.”

“So you’ve said,” Kyle replied, side-eyeing his friend with an accusatory look. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were hot for my little sister.”

“Hardly,” Coop replied, baffled as the words came out of his mouth. Why can’t I just tell him the truth? He knew exactly why. Because he was stuck between a rock and hard place. When your best friend asked you not to do something, you didn’t do it. Bro Code. Plain and simple.

“Better not be.” Kyle chuckled and punched him in the arm as they drove down the gravel and dirt drive and pulled out onto the road.

It didn’t matter anymore anyway. The look on Ella Jane’s face told him that he had royally blown any shot he had of making any moves anytime soon. Maybe once he could explain to her—how he hadn’t meant it—she’d forgive him.

Yeah right, he thought to himself. And maybe on the first day of school I’ll tell the guidance counselor I want to go to college after all so I can major in wishful thinking.

“GRAB me a Coke,” Kyle said as they pulled into the gas station. He turned his hat around and gave his buddy a stern look. “Quit moping around and make it quick. We’re never gonna have your slow ass ready for the next race if you don’t pick up the pace.”

“Ha-ha,” Coop deadpanned. “I can be around the track ten times before your slow ass makes it through the whoop section, and that’s on my worst day.” He headed into the station to pay but turned around to dig into Kyle one more time. “You need me to pick you up a couple wedding magazines, too?”

The look on Kyle’s face told Coop that he had no idea what he was talking about.

“I mean, I just figured as whipped as you’ve been lately with your secret girlfriend, surely wife-ing her up is the next step.”

Kyle shook his head. “Go get me my Coke,” he said, fighting back a smile and pointing at the station.

Coop laughed his way to the counter. He was still trying to figure out Kyle and his new girl. He didn’t mind that his best friend had been ditching him lately for the mystery chick, but she was just that—a mystery. Kyle hadn’t even told Coop her name. All he knew was that she was some rich girl from Summit Bluffs and that Kyle was batshit crazy about her. His best friend’s eyes got all dopey and glazed over any time she was mentioned.

Coop knew the feeling, which was exactly why he didn’t ask any more questions about her. When Kyle was ready to talk, he’d talk. Just like Coop. Someday he’d tell Kyle how he felt about Ella Jane…right after he told her.

“Hey, George,” Coop greeted the grizzly looking guy behind the cash register. “Can I get five gallons of the high octane?” He pointed at Kyle, who had climbed into the truck bed, ready to fill the gas cans.

“You paying with cash?” George asked.

“Something wrong with the farm account?” Coop was confused. He had always just charged his gas to his family’s line of credit.

“Well, yeah,” George replied gruffly. “Ain’t been paid in over a month.”

“I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding,” Coop reasoned. His parents had never been late on a payment for anything. In fact, he quite often got the “how to be financially responsible” speech from both of them. He pulled out his wallet only to find it empty. Should have listened to their spiel. He’d spent all his cash when he bought lunch for Kyle and Ella Jane yesterday.

“Go ahead and fill your tanks this time, kid.” George offered a sympathetic smile as if he knew more than he was letting on. “But tell your old man to stop in and see me.”

“Will do.” Coop thanked him and rushed out the door before George had a change of heart. He was in the truck before Kyle had the tanks full.

“Where’s my Coke?” Kyle asked as he hopped back into the truck.

“Long story.”

“DAD,” Coop called out as he walked through the screen door of the old farmhouse he called home. “Where you at?”

“Hey.” His mom did her best whisper-yell as he walked into the living room. “Your brothers are asleep.” She wagged her finger, warning him to be quiet, and sat down the tablet she was undoubtedly reading some romance novel on. He would have bet money that by the time he came downstairs for breakfast the next morning she’d be on the phone with Millie Mason talking about how hot and bothered some love scene in whatever fifty-shades-of-mommy-porn book they were reading had her. It was beyond disgusting.

“Sorry.” He tossed his hands up. He hadn’t realized it was so late. Well, late by farmer standards. Nine o’clock on a weeknight was like midnight for the people in his house. Especially when five a.m. rolled around. He flopped down on the sofa and put his hand behind his head.

“How was practice?” his dad asked, switching off the television and giving Coop his full attention.

“Ehh.” Coop shrugged. “I’ve had better.” He usually did great at practice, but today his mind had been racing instead of his bike. EJ was mad at him and he couldn’t quit thinking about what George had told him at the station. He’d looked like an amateur out there. He had actually rolled a tabletop jump and that was not like him. He was eight the last time he had done that.

Kyle had roused him the entire drive home. “See ya tomorrow, chicken shit,” he’d teased when he dropped him off. “Maybe Saturday you can actually jump the jumps.”

Coop stared up at the trophies on the fireplace mantel and hoped that he’d have another one to add on Saturday.

“I probably won’t make it to the race this weekend,” his dad informed him. “There’s twenty miles of roadside that need mowing and my favorite farmhand has been too busy chasing the Mason girl all over the county to get them done this week.” Coop looked over at his dad, whose eyes were creased in the corners. He could tell by the twitching mouth that his old man was barely fighting off a grin.

“Quit it, Jim. Wasn’t that long ago you were doing the same thing. I swear, you used to camp out on my front porch,” his mom said in his defense.

“I don’t recall it quite like that.” Jim chuckled. “I’m pretty sure you were the one seducing me with jugs of sweet tea and fresh baked cookies.”

“However you want to remember it.” Penny Cooper laughed before turning her attention to her oldest boy. “So, Brantley,” she said, calling him by his first name. His mama was just about the only one who called him that. Well, her and the teachers at school when he was clowning around in class. “How is my future daughter-in-law?”

“Doubt that’s gonna happen,” Coop mumbled under his breath. His parents had teased him mercilessly about liking Ella Jane for as long as he could remember. “She and I are friends. That’s it.”

“Okay, buddy,” his dad condescended with a smirk. “Whatever you say.”

Coop huffed out a loud breath. “Let’s just say I’m not her favorite person right now.”

“She’ll get over it,” his mom said. “I always forgave your father for acting like a jackass.”

“Who said I was acting like a jackass?” Coop sat up, grabbing a throw pillow off the couch and folding his arms around it.

“You are your father’s son.”

Coop and his dad exchanged smiles as they shook their heads. They really couldn’t disagree with her. She was the only woman in the house and knew her four boys inside, outside, and upside down. Speaking of knowing things, Coop remembered there was something he wanted to know about.

He decided it was as good a time as any to relay the message George had sent that afternoon. “Hey, Dad, George Harwell said that you need to stop in and see him at the station. Something about a missed payment on the farm account.”

“Oh, yeah.” Jim straightened up in his chair, obviously surprised by what Coop had just said. “Yeah, I’ll, er… I’ll take care of that tomorrow.”

He watched his parents trade a look. A look that told him they were hiding something. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing you need to worry about,” his mother said, her tone patronizing him even though he knew that probably wasn’t her intention.

“I’m seventeen. I can handle whatever it is. Is the farm in trouble?” For months Coop had been trying to get his parents to give him more responsibility. He’d been on this farm since birth. In fact, he was pretty certain that any past lives he had lived had been as a farmer. It was in his blood and he couldn’t imagine doing anything else. Well, maybe racing dirt bikes. “I’m not a kid anymore.”

“You’re right,” Jim agreed. “Here’s the deal. Costs have gone up, income has not. We’re just a little behind on a few things. We’ll get caught up when the crops come out this fall.”

“No need to worry though,” his mother continued, sugarcoating the truth until it shined. Coop knew she just couldn’t turn off her protectiveness.

“What can I do?” he asked. “I can get a part-time job or cut back on racing.” He offered up two ideas that he really didn’t want to do, but his duty as a son outweighed his desires as a teenager.

“You can get on up to bed and let us worry about it,” his mother replied. He should have known his mother would say that. She was always harping on Jim to give Coop a break when it came to work. “Let him be a boy. He’s got the rest of his life to work,” she would say when he wanted to take a day off to race or “jack around” as his dad called it.

Coop nodded as he headed toward the stairs. “Well just let me know if there is anything I can do. Kyle’s gone most of the week and Ella Jane isn’t speaking to me at the moment.” His parents both offered him heartfelt smiles as he went up to bed. “I got nothin’ but time.”

After taking a shower, he had one more thing he had to do before tossing and turning all night over the crap day he’d had. So he picked up his cell phone.

I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.

He typed it out and hit send, hoping he’d get a reply. Maybe she’s over it. By the time he finally fell asleep, two hours later, it was abundantly clear that she was definitely not over anything…except maybe him.

THE next morning, Coop was trying to wrestle his brothers, Will and Sam, into the truck.

“Get in the truck, punks.” He was supposed to drop them off at the Masons’. Millie had a fence that needed painting, and between the workload and Kyle being gone for football most of the week, she was desperate for workers. Obviously, if she was settling for the two pain-in-the-ass pre-teens that were slap-boxing their way to the truck.

“Don’t jack around today,” he warned them as they pulled out of their driveway and headed toward the Masons’. He realized how much he sounded like his father as he lectured his little brothers about getting their work done and respecting authority. “I’ll pick you up at five, and Millie better not tell me you didn’t finish that fence today.”

“Relax,” Will replied with an eye roll he didn’t miss. “We’ll get it done.”

“Yeah, it’s a fence, not brain surgery,” Sam added. “Plus, Mom said we couldn’t go to camp next week if we didn’t.”

It weighed heavily on Coop that his brothers were having to earn the money for them to go to camp. Of course, they didn’t know that. As far as they knew, it was going into a savings account for them. Coop had overheard his parents discussing what he’d asked them about the night before when he’d gone downstairs for breakfast.

“I’m going to go and talk to Edwin Prescott about an advance on the cash rent.”

“I hate for you to have to do that,” Penny had said, the heaviness of her voice weighing on Coop’s chest as he eavesdropped. “You know how they feel about me. Maybe we could sell some of the equipment we don’t use.”

“We use it all, Pen,” his dad noted. “We’re already down to the bare minimum. We get rid of any more and we might as well go apply for new jobs at Walmart.”

He’d heard his mother’s forced laugh. She was trying to play it off, but he could still hear the ache in her voice.

As Coop came to a stop in front of the Masons’, he hadn’t expected to see Ella Jane sitting on the porch swing, her long, tan legs stretched out across it, with her computer propped on them. She waved at Sam and Will as they jumped out the truck and ran up to greet her. First she’d stolen his dogs, now his brothers. Was anyone not in love with her? The answer to his question was painfully obvious.

Coop watched his brothers joking with her. Thankfully, she appeared to be in a great mood. Now was as good a time as any to start groveling. He loosened his grip on the steering wheel and climbed out the truck.

“Morning,” he called out cautiously as he approached.

“Hey,” she replied, the smiles she was sharing with Will and Sam vanishing as she turned her eyes on him.

“So, I, um, told these two that they better be on their best behavior today,” he said. Ella Jane stared at Coop with a blank expression. Her eyes told another story. One that said she was still as mad as a hornet that’d been swatted at on a hot day. “Give me a call if you need me to come back and help supervise.”

She giggled, and not in the sweet way he loved to hear. More like a no-chance-in-hell kind of giggle.

“I’ll have no problem managing these two.” She winked at Sam and Will. “I’ve got lots of experience with brother types,” she told him, taking a blatant jab at him for his asinine comments yesterday. “Plus, I’ve got Hayden to help me out.”

Coop watched her eyes direct him to the barn, where he got his first look at the city kid Ella Jane’s mom had hired for the summer. The guy looked up from raking and gave EJ a wave. Coop saw the little smile creep across her face as she waved back.

“Kinda nice to have someone around here who is nothing like my brother. Finally.”

She can’t be serious. Is she trying to make me jealous? Coop would have bet money that Richie Rich didn’t have one callus on his delicate little hands. The way he was holding on to the rake made it clear that he didn’t know the meaning of hard work. Ella Jane wasn’t actually into this tool, was she? That was not the type of guy that could take care of her. He couldn’t handle a girl like Ella Jane Mason.

“Don’t be like that, Ellie May,” Coop said.

“Like what?” she asked, slamming the lid of her laptop down and shooting him a challenging look. “You know what? Don’t answer that. I’m not in the mood to get into this with you right now. I’ve got about a hundred work things to do.”

He stared at her intently, trying to figure out a way to break through the wall she’d put up since he’d been a jackass.

He needed a game plan. Knowing nothing he could say at that moment would make Ella Jane happy, Coop considered dropping down to his knees right then and there and begging her to forgive him. But his brothers were staring at him, probably wondering what in the hell was going on, and he didn’t want to cause a scene in front of them. Or the douchebag he could feel staring holes through him.

It would have been embarrassing enough to bare his soul to her in front of a live audience, but to make matters worse, he was pretty sure she was going to tell him to go straight to hell. Which his brothers would never let him live down.

“Okay,” he conceded. She was still pissed at him and he knew it was going to take more than an I’m sorry text message. On top of that, now he had to deal with whatever was going on between EJ and the Masons’ new employee.

Ella Jane ignored him as she put his brothers to work on the fence. He got the message loud and clear. Dis-missed.

As he was driving down the lane, watching EJ fade in his rearview, rich boy made sure to lock eyes with him as he drove by. Looks like I’ve got a little competition. That cocky bastard is actually staring me down.

Coop decided that he was done sitting on the sidelines. He was going to tell her exactly how he felt, and he knew the perfect time and place to do it. With his sudden burst of confidence, he wasted no time flipping the bird to the Masons’ new Bitch Boy.

Keep raking, dick. And stay the hell away from my girl.

11

Cameron

“I’LL be fine, Soph,” she reassured the housekeeper, practically shoving her out the front door. “Go enjoy your week off with your real kids.”

“Why don’t you come with me?” Sophie asked her. Again. “You need to get out of this house.”

Cami shook her head. “Everything will be okay. I promise.” Even though she knew that she’d be beyond bored without Sophie to talk to all week, she was hoping that the social interaction she had planned that afternoon would be enough to tide her over. Cami didn’t want to tell Sophie, who was standing there generously offering to take her with her, that she had big plans. Plans that involved one extremely attractive landscaper who was due to arrive within the hour. Cami had every intention of making it more about her and less about the grass this week.

This would be the third week in a row that he had come over. The first week was interesting to say the least. The second week, he’d been so busy that they didn’t have much time to talk. Instead, she’d spent the afternoon watching him sweat over her mom’s rosebushes. This week she was going to make damn sure he paid attention to her. She’d even pulled a couple weeds she’d seen sneaking out the flowerbeds the day before to make sure he had plenty of time to talk to her.

“Okay. If you insist.” Sophie leaned in and placed a kiss on Cami’s cheek. It wasn’t the first time she’d done this. In fact, Sophie had probably kissed and hugged Cami more than anyone else. Sophie’s sincere gesture only reminded Cami of the times her parents faked admiration for their only daughter.

When her dad had been campaigning for school board president, he kept her pressed firmly to his side as he convinced voters that his platform was “taking care of our children.” Cami wasn’t stupid. She knew the real reason her father wanted to run for school board was to make sure that the unoccupied lots surrounding the school were sold to Prescott Development Industries. She and Hayden had overheard their fathers’ scheme to procure the land.

If the voters of Summit Bluffs had half a brain in their heads, they would have looked into Prescott Development. Not only was her dad best friends with Kevin Prescott, he was also one of the shareholders that was going to benefit richly off the acquisition. Not that she’d complain, despite how shady it was—and it was shady. Because there was now a Starbucks and Pinkberry within walking distance from her high school. And thanks to her dad’s push for the off-campus lunch period, she was able to walk her happy ass right on over there each day.

And her mother. She was as transparent as glass. When she’d win a pageant title, her mother would be the first one to wrap her arms around her and shed a few happy tears of pride. Theresa Nickelson was living vicariously through her daughter. Her tour on the pageant circuit had been cut short, thanks to Cami’s untimely arrival. Though Cami would lie to the masses and tell anyone who listened that she loved being in pageants, it was really just her guilt of being born that kept her in them. She actually felt as if she owed it to her mother.

Cami shut the door as she watched Sophie pull down the driveway and turned her attention to the full-length mirror in the foyer. She smoothed the wrinkles out of the sheer white tunic she was wearing over her swimsuit and ran her fingers through her dark hair. She looked at the clock. Thirty minutes. Just thirty more minutes and he’d be there.

As she walked through her big, empty house, she looked up at the family photos the interior decorator had strategically placed around each room. She briefly contemplated ripping them all down. The one with her mother in all her pageant glory. The one of her father and Hayden’s dad’s crew breaking ground on the new Rec center. The one of Cami and Hayden at last year’s senior prom, which should have been a fun memory, but it only reminded her that her parents had pushed her into that relationship too.

Then there was the obnoxiously large portrait centered above the fireplace. The one that pushed their charade to the extreme. The one with her father sitting in the center with his airbrushed wife and daughter on each side of him. The one that said “Look at us! We’re the perfect family! Feel free to be envious!” She rolled her eyes and pulled open the French doors that led out to the backyard. The cool blue water of the pool sparkled in the sunlight, and for just one second, she imagined what it would be like to dive in and never come up.

As the thought flickered in her mind, the rationalization that her parents would probably spin her death into some sort of PR campaign to boost their social status outweighed her inclination to drown herself. She could see the headlines now: TRAGIC DEATH OF A BEAUTY QUEEN. Her father would hire the best obituary writer in the state of Oklahoma and probably announce his candidacy for State Senator in the closing paragraph while her mother would inevitably start some foundation in her name that gave pageant dresses to underprivileged children.

She smirked sadly as she shook her head. Not going to give them that satisfaction.

And then there was the fact that the one person who actually cared about her—Sophie—would be left to clean up the mess. She wouldn’t do that to her. It’d be days before Sophie returned, and Cami wouldn’t scar the one person who would actually miss her. She wouldn’t leave that sweet woman with the images of her floating in that water.

Even though she knew she wouldn’t do it, not really, the water called to her. Promised to ease the clawing ache inside, the one that whispered, No one would really even care.

“What I wouldn’t give to know what you’re thinking right now…” a familiar voice called out across the lawn.

Cami pulled herself from her disturbing thoughts. Looking up, she saw sweet blue eyes staring back at her. She couldn’t drown herself. Not today anyways. Not when there was someone worth living for walking toward her.

“You don’t want to know,” she replied.

“That’s not true.” He smiled as they came face to face. “I’m pretty sure I want to know everything there is to know about you.”

She’d thought all day about the things she wanted to say to him, but as he stood there and she stared up into his eyes, she forgot them all.

“It was nothing,” she mumbled. “Just a stupid thought.”

He eyed her cautiously, as if he could see right through her. Her heart raced as she imagined him seeing what lay beneath the shiny surface. To all her heartache and self-pity. She didn’t want him to feel sorry for her. She didn’t want anyone to feel sorry for her. Plenty of people certainly had it worse. Poor little rich girl, her own self-conscious sneered at her.

She waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his chest. As tightly as he was holding her, her head resting on his chest, she felt like she could breathe. Deeper than she had in a long time.

Kyle reached into his back pocket and pulled out his cell phone. Sliding his finger across the screen, he pulled up the camera app and held the phone at arm’s length.

“What are you doing?” Cami asked as he rested his head against hers. She saw his lips curling into a smile.

“Capturing a moment. That’s what photos are all about, right?” He chuckled, looking at her as if this were common knowledge.

She’d never really thought about it like that. Every photo she’d ever been in was staged. A way of showing she was the perfect daughter. Perfect beauty queen. Perfect girlfriend. Like evidence. Or proof her parents needed to impress their friends and constituents. In all her seventeen years, she’d never thought about capturing a moment—or any moment she wanted to capture for that matter.

Kyle lined up the camera and snapped the picture just as Cami turned and placed her lips on his cheek. Being hugged by Kyle in the backyard of her house where she’d just contemplated ending her miserable life had become a moment she wanted to capture.

“Got it.” Kyle grinned, turning his head. His nose brushed against hers, their gazes locked on one another’s.

“Good.” She nudged her nose back against his. She wanted to thank him for reminding her that life wasn’t all bad. She wanted to tell him everything she was thinking. That she wanted to know everything about him, too. But more than that, she wanted to kiss him. Badly. Or maybe she wanted to be kissed by him. The very moment she thought it she realized she’d never wanted anything more.

July

Severe Storm Warning Tip # 2

If you see approaching storms or any of the danger signs, be prepared to take shelter immediately.

12

Cameron

THE summer hadn’t started out exactly the way Cami had planned it, but by the first Sunday in July, things were looking up. Way up. After her first run-in with Kyle Mason, she’d actually made an effort to be poolside when he arrived to do the lawn maintenance every week.

She enjoyed watching him work. She’d position her lounge chair in the best angle for watching him bob his head along with the music he was listening to as he mowed, trimmed, raked, and sprayed his way around the yard.

She looked forward to seeing him work up a sweat—seeing it bead on his sun-kissed skin and roll down each and every muscle—but her favorite part of the day was when he’d come over and sit down on the end of her chair. She always had a water bottle waiting for him and he always had some compliment ready to go that made her feel like the giddy teenage girl she tried to hide.

The bone-deep chill of loneliness she’d felt when her parents had deserted her was quickly being replaced with the warm tingles of anticipation she felt every weekend while waiting for him to arrive.

“How are you today, Belle?” Kyle asked, taking a drink from the ice cold bottle she had handed him before he pulled his shirt over his head and wiped the perspiration from his face. Her eyes settled in on his chest and she felt the butterflies in her stomach take flight.

“Belle?” She raised an eyebrow once she managed to stop herself from drooling. She batted her lashes at him and reminded herself that he was eighteen and just graduated high school. He wasn’t a boy anymore. He was a man and judging by the way he was drinking her in, he was a man that was interested in her. Kyle looked at her like she was the best thing he’d ever laid eyes on. The fact that she was still in high school didn’t seem to matter to him so she pushed it far from her mind.

“Just a pretty nickname for a pretty girl.” He smirked. “One of the few things I remember from that year of French I was forced to take when I was a sophomore.”

She grinned at the thoughtfulness he’d put into the nickname he had just given her. He pulled his cellphone from his pocket and tossed it on the chair. “Anymore questions, Belle?”

“Well, what am I supposed to call you?” She sat up in her chair closing the distance between them. As she made her way inch by inch closer to him, he bent forward to mess with the laces on his boots. “Beau?”

“Beau as in your boyfriend? Cameron Nickelson, are you asking me to go steady?” he teased.

Cami felt her cheeks blush red. Had she meant it that way? She wasn't sure what the status of their arrangement was, but she felt strangely calm about it all.

“Maybe I did,” she teased, before adding, “Je suppose que vous ne le saurez jamais.”

He lifted the shoulder her mouth was closest to, apparently ignoring the fact that she was practically hovering over him. Freeing his feet from his boots and socks, he said, “What did you just say?” He turned swiftly, with a questioning smile, but before she had time to answer he looped his arm under her knees and pulled her up into his arms bride over the threshold style.

“Maybe you should have paid better attention in French class, Beau.” She let out a startled laugh. He neared the edge of the pool and she realized exactly why he had ditched his shirt, shoes, and cellphone. “Don’t even think about it!” She slapped his chest playfully. “Put me down!”

“Oh, I’ll put you down.” He chuckled right before he jumped into the water with her in tow.

She wiggled free of his arms and popped up out of the water taking in a breath. The cool water was a welcomed relief from the July heat, but now her hair was wet and the chlorine did nothing but dry it out. She’d have to send Sophie out for a conditioning treatment ASAP.

Pushing the hair from her face as the ripples in the water smoothed out, she looked around for Kyle. She knew he was lurking under the surface, waiting to pull her under or splash her. She still jumped and let out a little shriek when she felt his arms wrap around her from behind.

“You got my hair wet,” she pouted, turning in his arms to face him. Effortlessly, her arms moved around his neck and she let him pull her body to his.

“You’ll be fine, Belle.” He laughed, brushing his nose against hers. “It will dry.” This was the third week in a row that Kyle had been to her house, but it was the first time she actually thought he was going to kiss her. They’d spent the past two Sundays casually talking about nothing in particular and everything all at the same time. She knew that he spent the majority of the week at football training, and as she felt his hard chest press against her, she was thankful for all his dedication to the sport.

She had given him a tutorial on how to be a pageant girl and spilled her secret about despising it—well, all except the talent portion. That was the only thing Cameron liked about the tedious glitz and glam of it all. It was when she, against her mother’s wishes, performed a contemporary dance routine she had choreographed herself.

She really felt like she knew him and in a way that was completely different than the way she’d ever known anyone else. Kyle was sweet and thoughtful, and as far as she could tell, he was honest.

Not that her currently-on-a-break boyfriend wasn’t honest with her. She and Hayden didn’t have any trust issues because they’d been completely truthful about their dating arrangement. Which was just that—an arrangement.

She didn’t get the same butterflies she got with Kyle when Hayden’s hand accidentally brushed against hers, and she sure wouldn’t have let Hayden get away with throwing her in the pool. He would have got slapped right upside the head for that. Whatever was happening with Kyle Mason was not an arrangement. It was something else altogether.

“I know,” she agreed, inching her lips closer to his. “I look like a drowned rat though.”

“Hardly.” He shook his head. “You look beautiful.”

Soaking wet and wrapped up in the arms of a guy she just met, she realized what it felt like to finally be the center of someone’s attention for the right reasons.

“You shouldn’t say things like that,” she cautioned him, letting the heat from her lips graze his. She could have leaned in and kissed him herself, but she wanted to be kissed by him, not the other way around.

“And why is that?” His arms tightened around her.

“You just might make a girl fall in love with you,” she admitted. She’d always been the kind of girl who told people what she thought they wanted to hear, but today she was being completely honest with him and herself. “Beau,” she added, needing to cut the tension she could feel building between them.

“That might not be a bad thing.” The slight smile that crossed his lips faded to something more serious as he crashed his lips to hers. Despite her inability to breathe, she parted her lips and let him taste every inch of her. Her heart felt like it was going to beat clean out of her chest, but she took comfort in the fact that she could feel his beating equally as hard.

She felt his strong, calloused hands slide down the backs of her thighs and moved her legs to wrap around his waist as he carried her to the side of the pool, their mouths never parting. Cameron wasn’t about to end the kiss. In fact, she was fairly certain that if he’d let her they could stay in that exact same position forever.

As she tangled her fingers in the hair at the base of his neck, her hopes of continuing their poolside make-out session were cut short.

“We should slow down,” Kyle breathed with reluctance in his eyes as he pulled his lips from hers. The face she pulled in response must have told him exactly what she was thinking, because he added, “It’s not that I don’t want to keep kissing you, Belle.” He slid a piece of wet hair from her cheek and pressed his lips back to hers. “There’s just so much more I want to know about you.”

“Okay,” she agreed hesitantly. There were still plenty of things she wanted to know about Kyle, but there were also plenty of things she didn’t want him to know about her.

He laced his fingers between hers and pulled her over to the steps of the pool. As he sat down, he eased her onto his lap and rested his head on her shoulder.

“So tell me…” He looked up at her with inquisitive eyes. “I’m assuming you don’t live in this massive house all by yourself. Tell me about your parents.”

“I’d rather not,” she confessed, letting her gaze drift toward the house. “They aren’t worth mentioning. Long story short—they both had places they’d rather be this summer than with me. Tell me about yours.”

“Well,” he started. “My mom is just about the nicest person on the planet and my dad is not worth mentioning either.”

“Okay.” She nodded. “I think that’s enough about our parents then.” Cameron let out a soft laugh and ran her fingers through his damp hair. “I’m an only child. Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

“I’ve got a baby sister. Ella Jane.”

“What a cute name.” She grinned, imagining a sweet little girl with Kyle’s blue eyes and blond pigtails following her big brother around.

“She’s cute, all right,” he huffed out. “A cute little pain in the ass. That girl’s going to be the death of me.”

“I think it’s sweet that you’re the overprotective big brother.”

“You should try telling her that,” he mumbled into the crook of Cami’s neck, heating her sensitive skin with his breath.

“She’ll see you were just looking out for her one day,” Cami offered as her body began to tingle. “I wish sometimes that I had a big brother to look out for me.” It would have been a good time to come clean with any and all transgressions Cami may have been hiding from Kyle, but his hands started to move across the bare skin of her stomach, effectively derailing her train of thought. “I thought you wanted to talk?” A sigh escaped her lips as he peppered kisses up and down her neck.

Before she could move herself to face him, Kyle took matters into his own hands, lifting her up and pulling one knee onto each side of his lap. With their lips only inches apart, a wicked grin danced across his face.

“I think we’ve shared enough to earn a break.”

“Me too,” she agreed as their mouths found one another’s once again.

CAMI couldn’t wipe the love-struck grin off her face as she watched him walk out the gate that night. She could honestly say that this was the first time since her freshman year she’d stopped at second base with a guy. While she would have happily let Kyle hit a homerun, they’d agreed to take it slow.

“We’ve got nothing but time, baby,” he’d whispered. A shiver of excitement, of promises of what was yet to come, was enough to quiet the nagging voice in her head that had always pushed her to be a pleaser. She’d always thought that guys only wanted one thing from her, so she always just obliged. But Kyle was different.

He wanted her—all of her. The real her. And that was the one thing she’d never given anyone.

13

Kyle

“SO what’s the deal for the Fourth? Same old?” Coop asked while they stacked up bags of pea gravel in the Masons’ barn.

“Yeah,” Kyle said as he tossed one of the bags from his shoulder to the ground. “About that… I kind of have other plans.”

“Of course you do,” Coop smirked as he moved the final bag off the pallet. “Should have known you’d blow me and EJ off for you new lady friend.”

“Hmm…let’s see,” Kyle said, holding up his hands. “Hanging out with your ugly mug, doing the same thing we’ve done for the past thirteen years, or making a few fireworks of my own with a pretty girl?” He moved his hands up and down, weighing his options.

“Point taken.” Coop chuckled.

“Oh, and I’m sure you’re really pissed that you’ll get to hang out with my little sister all by yourself.”

“What are you talking about?” Coop’s eyes went as wide as a doe’s in headlights.

Kyle fought back a smile. He wasn’t stupid. Anyone with eyes could see that Brantley Cooper had a thing for his sister. That didn’t mean he was going to come right out with his official big brother blessing of their relationship. Coop was going to have to work for that.

Not to mention, Coop had yet to man up and tell him the truth. He denied each and every time Kyle brought it up. As long as Coop was too chicken to tell him, he could squirm. Their friendship aside, Ella Jane was his little sister, and as far as he was concerned no one was really and truly good enough for her—even his best friend.

“I’ve been gone most of the summer. The two of you don’t seem to miss me.”

“That’s not true.” Coop shook his head. “All your sister talks about is how much she misses you.”

“Yeah, I miss you because I have to pick up the slack around here.” Ella Jane’s voice rang out from above them. Coop and Kyle looked up to see her legs dangling from the hayloft as she rested her arms on the center railing and leaned out to glare down at them.

The two boys watched as she skillfully slipped through the railings and dropped down to the barn floor, the same way she’d done since she was six and had watched her brother do it.

“Who’s this girl you’re making fireworks with?” she asked her brother as soon as her feet hit the ground. “Better not be that skank Mackenzie. I can’t stand that girl, and if you think I’m going to sit across the dinner table from—”

“Easy, girl,” Kyle cut her off. “It’s not Mackenzie. Not that it’s any of your business who I date.”

“Sure it is,” she informed him, crossing her arms over her chest. “You always butt your nose in my business, so I’m just repaying the favor.” Kyle waited for the glance she usually snuck at his best friend, but it didn’t come.

Something had seemed a little off with her lately. Usually it was all batted eyelashes and sly smiles in Coop’s direction, but she seemed to be purposely ignoring him. He wasn’t quite sure what was going on, but he was fairly certain his little sister was pissed at his best friend.

“Not that there is anything going on with me that you need to worry about,” she added. Kyle could practically see the heat flying off her words. Maybe he didn’t need to worry about Coop and EJ hooking up. Looked to him like that flame had extinguished itself.

“There’s a difference between being protective and being nosy, EJ.”

“Overprotective,” Ella Jane corrected him. “And I’m not being nosy. I was in here doing inventory when y’all came in. And I happen to know what kind of trash you try to pass off as acceptable company.”

“Get lost, brat.” Kyle pulled a leather work glove from his hand and tossed in her direction.

“My pleasure,” she sassed. “You two clowns are boring me anyway.” She made her way out of the barn without a second look.

“She’s in a mood today,” Kyle joked.

“Yeah,” Coop agreed. A few seconds passed as Coop stared at the barn door as if he were waiting for EJ to reappear. Slowly he slid his attention back to his friend. “Hey, I need to ask you something.”

“Ask away.”

“You still picking up shifts every now and then down at that shipping place?”

“Sometimes,” Kyle answered, surprised at the turn of direction the conversation was taking. “Why?”

“Just wondering if there was any way you could get me a job?”

“A job?” Kyle’s eyebrows shot up. “You already work from sunup to sundown. When would you have time to work there?”

“Graveyard shift maybe?” Coop shrugged. “I’ll make it work. Money’s a little tight right now. We could use the extra income.”

Kyle saw the desperation in Coop’s eyes. As close as they were, they never really talked about the super serious stuff. They were guys, after all.

As much as Kyle wanted to help his buddy out, he didn’t really want Coop involved with the crew that ran the loading dock. They were pretty sketchy. The only reason Kyle kept picking up shifts there was because he had no other option. Not since his dad had bailed.

The job paid quick cash and the Masons needed it. Kyle turned a blind eye to whatever it was he was helping transport. Drugs, guns, fake handbags, he didn’t care. It was strictly about the money.

“I’ll see if there are any openings,” he lied, giving Coop a pat on the back. There was no way he was getting his best friend involved with that crowd. Besides that, as soon as he started college, Kyle was out too.

“Thanks, man.” Coop smiled, looking relieved.

“No problem. I’m sure everything will work out.”

“Hope you’re right.”

“Me too.” Kyle forced a smile of his own. He wasn’t about to tell his friend that things didn’t always work out the way you hoped.

“HEY, Mason! You gonna stick around this weekend and find out what college is really about or you gotta run back home?” Fletcher Collins, OSU’s second string quarterback, asked in the locker room after Thursday training camp. “School’s not back in session, but there are still a few hot stragglers spending the summer on campus.”

“Plus we need a rookie to pay for our beer,” one of the linebackers added.

Kyle’s teammates had been asking him to stay for the weekend since the beginning of camp. He’d resorted to blaming it on his family business. Sure, there was plenty of work for him to do, but he really just wanted to get home and see Cami. That girl had him all twisted up. At first he thought she’d be a fun summer distraction, but the more time he spent with her the more entranced he became.

“I don’t think so, guys,” Kyle said. “My mama would skin my ass if I didn’t get home and keep up on my work. Summer’s the busiest time of year for landscaping.”

“You work too hard,” Fletcher told him. “You’ve got a full ride. Have you even celebrated the fact yet?”

Kyle sighed behind the door of his locker. He hadn’t celebrated. Not one bit. The same day his acceptance letter came his mom had dropped the bomb about his dad leaving. His sister had given his neck a good squeeze and his mom baked him a cake, but it wasn’t the kind of celebration he’d expected. Couldn’t be with the looming cloud his dad had left hanging over them.

“We had a big bash back home the day I got my letter,” he lied. “I’m still recovering.” He forced out a harsh laugh. “Once I’m here full time, I promise to spring for drinks.”

Kyle had dreamt about leaving Hope’s Grove behind and playing college football his entire life, but now, with everything that had happened, the idea was starting to fade from his mind. His future didn’t seem nearly as promising and exciting as it once had. How could he leave his sister and mom with all that responsibility? Someone had to be the man of the house now that his dad was gone.

“Deal,” Fletcher said as he slapped him on the back.

Kyle closed his locker, sat his bag and phone down on the bench next to him, and started to tie up the running shoes he’d been given the first day of camp. His phone chimed and his screen lit up with bright brown eyes. He tried to fight back the dopey smile he got every time she called.

“Belle?” Fletcher pulled a face, looking down at the name flashing above the picture. “Day-um, Mason. Well, no wonder you want to go back home. If that was calling me, I’d be hauling ass too.”

Kyle just smiled and nodded as he excused himself to answer his phone.

“Hey, beautiful,” he said quietly, not wanting his teammates to hear. There was nothing a bunch of big dumb jocks liked more than teasing a buddy about being whipped. Kyle knew he was well on his way to becoming a prime example of just that.

“Hi,” she replied. He could practically see the blush rising in her cheeks from ninety miles away. It still blew his mind that, for whatever reason, this sure and confident girl blushed when he told her she was pretty. She was a beauty queen for Christ’s sake.

Something had changed in her since that first day. She’d let her guard down a little with him. Every time they talked or touched, she became more vulnerable. She’d told him about her mother forcing her to be in pageants and about how her dad was absent most of the time.

Every word out of her mouth made him want to kiss her that much more. Their first kiss in the pool the other day had almost destroyed all the willpower he had left for taking it slow. He didn’t know if he’d ever get enough of her perfect little mouth.

“So you missing me or what?” he asked with a deep laugh.

“A little,” she confessed. He felt warmth spread in his chest from her confession. She wasn’t the type to admit to missing people, to needing them. “I actually had to water the rose bushes yesterday. Someone forgot to set the sprinklers last time he was here. Middle of an Oklahoma heat wave and he forgot. Can you believe that?” She might have been letting her guard down with him, but she still kept him on his toes with her sharp tongue.

“My guess is that he was probably too distracted the last time he was there. Probably because you were flouncing around in that pitiful excuse for a bikini. Give the guy a break.”

“I don’t flounce,” she informed him. “I sashay. And it’s not my fault if the guy is easily distracted.” He knew exactly what she meant. He fondly recalled watching her hips and ass sashay around the pool. It was quickly replacing football as his favorite pastime.

“I seem to recall you drooling over me a time or two.” He imagined she was shaking her head and trying not to smile.

“I’m thinking if I’m going to be doing all the gardening around this place I might have to fire the landscaper,” she teased.

“You wouldn’t dream of it.”

“It’s not that hard of a job. I’m starting to think we overpay you.”

“You’re really funny today,” he told her. “I think you’re covering up how much you actually miss me with jokes.”

“Maybe you’re right,” she admitted.

“I’m always right.” He let her giggle ring in his ear before he added, “Since you got all my work done I guess I don’t need to come by on Sunday.”

“No. I think you still need to come by. There are still a few jobs around here that require a professional’s touch.”

“You know that I’m turning everything you say into an innuendo, right?” he asked.

“I’m counting on it.”

He bit his lip and shook his head, not wanting to be the one to break down and blurt out just how much he wanted her. Cameron Nickelson had perfected the art of toying with him.

“Not to mention, I just got a package in the mail containing a brand new piss-poor excuse of a bikini. I think you’ll be thoroughly distracted with it.”

“I’ll see you Sunday,” he added without hesitation, gripping the locker closest for support as the mental image assaulted him.

He might as well have T-shirts printed. He was officially whipped and he didn’t mind it one bit.

14

Ella Jane

“SO what passes for fun around here?”

“Oh, you know, cow tippin’, square dancin’, and cousin kissin’. The usual.” She purposely thickened her accent as she tried to keep a straight face. But Hayden’s eyebrows rose so high they nearly hit the rim of his backwards ball cap. Laughter escaped at his reaction. “I’m kidding. Don’t have an aneurysm, City Boy.”

“Very funny,” he deadpanned as he dug the hole for the peonies she held. “But I’ve been to what you people call downtown and I’d be willing to bet you just named the three favorite activities of most of the townsfolk.”

“Ha-ha.” EJ lowered the roots into the hole he’d dug. “Actually on the Fourth there will be a carnival and huge fireworks display. Me and Kyle and…” She interrupted herself to swallow the pain saying his name still caused. “Coop. The three of us, we watch the fireworks from The Ridge. But Kyle said he has other plans and I’m sure Coop’s going to be with one of his many racing groupies. So it’ll just be me this year.” She tried not to think about how much she hated the undeniable proof that everything was changing this summer. And none of it for the better.

Together they shoved dirt into the hole, patting the ground around the plant once they were done. “Yeah? Maybe I’ll join you. When I get done cow tipping, that is.” Hayden winked and the smile on his lips flipped her stomach right over.

She had to remind herself she wasn’t really interested in him. This was just to make Coop jealous. Except…sometimes she forgot about that part. Especially when it was just her and Hayden sitting up on The Ridge, watching the night train pass through.

“Hey, what happened here?” he asked, pulling her from her thoughts. She watched him place his long masculine fingers gently against a blackened spot on the trunk of the old elm they were planting the flowers around.

“Lightning. It was struck a few years ago.”

He turned his confused face to hers. “And it lived?”

She nodded. “The roots were really strong. So no matter what happens to the outside, it can still thrive. If the really important parts are buried deep enough, isn’t really much that can destroy them.”

“Huh.” He actually looked impressed. Mr. I’m-So-Cool-Nothing-Fazes-Me.

Ella Jane took a deep breath before she spoke. “Um, I think I might head down to The Ridge tonight actually. I’m going to take a run first, since my track coach is going to kill me if I lose time this summer. But then I was going to watch the trains for a while. If you’re not doing anything…”

“I’m not doing anything,” Hayden answered, causing her to grin like an idiot.

“Okay. I’ll grab some sandwiches or something after my run and bring ’em up.”

“Whoa. If there’s food, I’m pretty sure it’s a date.”

“You wish.” EJ bit her lip to keep from admitting that maybe she wished too.

“Oh I do wish. I’m not like your friend Joe. I say what I want. And usually I get it.” His words made her mouth feel funny, dried out, and like her tongue was suddenly thicker.

EJ licked her lips in an attempt to wet her mouth. “Um, Joe?”

Hayden smirked. “Yeah, Joe Dirt, your brother’s buddy. He’s watching us right now. And if looks could kill, it’d be me you were digging a hole for instead of these flowers. But you already know that, don’t you?”

“Um.” EJ busied herself burying the roots of the next plant. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you do. You like it that he’s jealous. If I’m being honest, which I try not to do if I can help it, I like it too. Let the poor bastard look.”

“You’re so full of yourself.” EJ went to swat him in the chest but he caught her wrist.

“This is true. Funny thing is, half the time you forget to check if he’s watching before you flirt with me. Wonder why that is?”

Her blood burned hot, but she wasn’t sure if it was because he was calling her out or if because what he said was true. “I swear, Hayden Prescott. Just when I think you’re a decent guy, you go and act like such an ass. Wonder why that is?” EJ stood, yanking her wrist from his grip as she spoke. “And by the way, you can keep wishing all you want. It’s not a date whether there’s food or not. It’s a date when I say it’s a date. And if I’m being honest, which I always am, you probably couldn’t handle me anyways.”

He mumbled something that sounded a lot like “I’d sure like to try” before she stormed out of earshot.

The nerve. Ugh. That boy had zero brain-to-mouth filter. And he was so freaking cocky.

She was still lost in thought when she heard the unmistakable sound of gravel flying in the driveway. She glanced up just in time to see Coop’s truck disappearing. It was the first time he’d ever come by and not even said so much as hello to her.

Whatever. They were all the same. City boys, country boys, overprotective brother boys, disappearing dads. They all gave her a headache and made her feel like her every move was somehow wrong.

She couldn’t think straight for the rest of the day. Every time she looked up, Hayden seemed to be purposely ignoring her. Well, two could play at that game. And if he didn’t show at The Ridge tonight, then screw him. She’d already had her heart broken once this summer. The last thing she needed was some I-get-what-I-want city boy twisting her all up inside.

BY the time she’d finished her evening run, she had sworn off whatever attraction she felt to Hayden Prescott. Sure, he was good looking. And he got her sense of humor. And he didn’t mind letting her use him to make Coop jealous. He dang sure didn’t treat her like a sister. And he was good-looking. Okay, extremely good-looking. With those mischievous green eyes and dark hair and that boyish and simultaneously devilish grin of his.

Wait…why am I swearing off my feelings for him? She walked up her front porch, lost in thought. It barely registered that she was being greeted by the cricket symphony. She glanced over at the peonies they’d planted earlier. Oh yeah. Hayden. He was ridiculously full of himself. And the way he just said whatever he wanted, like he didn’t care if it affected her or not.

After a quick shower, she threw together ham and cheese sandwiches on sub rolls. She grabbed a bag of chips and two bottles of water, telling herself she was hungry enough to eat all of it so it was no big deal if he didn’t show. When Kyle wasn’t home, her mother didn’t fool with big dinners. They usually heated up one of the many frozen casseroles or ordered pizza and ate in the living room. It was too depressing to sit at the dining room table, just the two of them, both of them pretending not to notice the two chairs that remained painfully empty.

She’d spent more time at The Ridge this summer than she ever had. And the past few times, Hayden had been there right along with her. They talked. It felt…real. Like they were becoming friends. Then he’d pulled that cocky crap on her. She huffed out a breath as she headed to her truck. She was going to drive over in case he didn’t show. She didn’t like to walk back home in the dark.

In fact, she reassured herself, it’s probably better if he doesn’t show. Maybe he got the hint today. She wasn’t at all impressed with the whole spoiled brat persona. Or with the dual personality thing. Her father had done that—pretended to be a loving father and devoted husband, then bam. Turned out he’d had a slut on the side.

And he hadn’t even called to say hello or ask about seeing her or anything. Nothing. One apologetic phone call after he’d left and then nothing.

Well, she was done with two-faced liars. Coop had nearly kissed her then called the idea of being attracted to her incestuous. Hayden chatted easily about how funny his grandparents were and then acted like an ass.

Done. I’m done, she told herself. She’d just live vicariously through Lynlee’s hot surfer boy stories. A summer romance of her own was out of the question.

Until she pulled up at The Ridge and her headlights caught the silhouette of a tall brooding boy she’d just sworn she was done with.

15

Hayden

HER headlights nearly blinded him. Hayden raised a hand to his eyes to shield them from the glare. But as soon as they shut off, he lowered it so he could fully appreciate how gorgeous she was as she got out of the truck.

Never in all his seventeen years had he seen anything like her.

She was bold, sassy, and smart-mouthed as hell. And she didn’t take any shit, not even from him.

His grandfather had warned him about her. But all the warnings in the world wouldn’t have kept him away.

In Summit Bluffs, she’d have been laughed at for her cut-off shorts and flannel, plaid button-up shirt. And those boots. Cami and her friends would have a field day calling EJ a hillbilly ho. But damn if she didn’t make his mouth water. She approached him with a swagger in her hips that made his dick twitch. Tilting her head to the side, she handed him a bag.

“It’s still not a date.”

Pull it together, Prescott. He nodded, eyeing her toned backside as she lowered the tailgate of her old-as-dirt truck. She hopped up on it and ignored him.

“Permission to come aboard?”

There, that got a tiny smile out of her.

“Permission granted,” she answered with an eye roll. Even her eye rolls are adorable. Hayden wanted to slap himself. He never thought of girls as adorable. He never even thought the word adorable. Girls were hot. Or sexy. Or do-able. Or none of the above. Period.

But Ella Jane Mason was all of those. Adorable. Intimidating. Sexy.

And one he didn’t want to think about. Innocent.

She practically had virgin stamped on her forehead. And he had a hard rule about virgins. They were a no-fly zone. As in, his fly did not go anywhere near them. Virgins got attached. Virgins expected their first time to mean something. If there was one thing he didn’t do, it was meaningful sex.

He’d seen enough of his friends get stalked by psycho freshmen they’d nailed to know he wanted no part of that. He and Cami had a good thing going. They did it when they felt like it. Whenever it was convenient. The few girls he messed around with on the side were just that—a few girls who’d made their interest in him obvious. And okay, a few who were older than girls.

His cousin Brett was a junior at OSU, and he’d tagged along to a few frat parties. He’d always been offered what he wanted on a silver platter.

And he’d never felt bad about taking what he wanted.

Until now. Until bright blue eyes regarded him warily. Like she had him all figured out already and she wasn’t amused.

“So you were kind of a dick today,” Ella Jane informed him.

He nearly choked on the bite of sandwich he’d been about to swallow. “And yet, you cooked for me.”

“Um, no. I threw some cold cuts on bread. Which I totally would have inhaled myself if you hadn’t shown up.”

He couldn’t help but smile. Ella Jane Mason didn’t play games. She didn’t beat around the bush or go out of her way to be cute. She didn’t play coy or worry about what anyone would think about her. She told it like it was. He loved that about her. Almost as much as he loved those smooth, tan legs swinging off the tailgate. “Why would you think I wasn’t going to show up?”

She shrugged in response. “I guess I don’t know what to expect from people anymore. Sometimes people say one thing and do another. Or they do one thing and say another.”

He chewed and tried to work out what she was talking about. He had a feeling she was talking about her brother’s buddy. God, he was really hating Joe. Dude came and went, mostly when her brother was in town. But when he came around, Ella Jane stood up and took notice. Even when she was trying to pretend she didn’t, he could tell that she did. They had a history or something. Even if the guy was too chicken to admit it to her brother.

He could almost respect that the guy was putting bros before hos and all that, but Ella Jane was no ho. Not that he himself was going to be giving her big-ass brother the four-one-one on how interested he was in her. Kyle Mason was good and ripped, and he had that I’ll-beat-your-ass-for-breathing look down to an art form. Getting into it with him would probably suck for the other guy. And no girl was worth a busted face.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to be all Whiny McWhinerson about it. Just been a weird summer.”

Hayden grinned as he reached for his water bottle. “Naw, I get it. People are shady.” He took a swig of water and watched her watching him. “But I can promise you this, angel face. If I say I’ll show, then I’ll show. I’m a lot of things, but an outright liar isn’t one of them.”

“Good to know,” she said with a small nod. “I’m kind of over liars at the moment.”

“So does that mean you’re under me?” He smirked, anticipating the solid arm smack she gave. He had to watch himself with her. Had to play it just right so things stayed light. Last thing he needed was to be spilling his guts about his parents, the pressure, and the crap his dad had him involved in to her. He had to pull back and piss her off so she wouldn’t give him that look she sometimes did. That ‘I will let you kiss me if you do it right now’ look.

“Only in your dreams, City Boy.” She threw a chip at him, which turned into him trying to catch them in his mouth. After they wasted half the bag, he heard the low rumble. Or more, he felt it.

“It’s coming,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her down off the tailgate. “We better hurry.”

She didn’t hesitate. Didn’t ask any questions. Didn’t squeal about getting her hair messed up or her shoes dirty. They ran down the hill, wind chafing their faces as they did. The craziest part? She didn’t let go of his hand.

Hayden Prescott had never thought a girl holding his hand would make his heart race. But it was pounding in his chest when the sound of steel and wood slamming together hammered down on them.

She ran ahead of him, almost a foot too close to the boxcars blowing by them. He didn’t know if it was the vibration of the train flying past or if she was trembling when he pulled her back and into his arms. “Careful. Jesus.” He held her close, watching as she closed her eyes and smiled. Her face held a peaceful bliss he’d never known. “Tell me why you come here. Why you do this.”

“Reminds me that I’m alive,” she breathed out in excitement. “That I won’t always be stuck in the same place, won’t be the same person forever.”

Her words sent his world spinning off its axis in overdrive.

That was exactly the same reason he couldn’t stop edging so close to the line when it came to making a move on her.

BY the time the train disappeared from sight and they made it back up to her truck, he’d regained most of his equilibrium. Sort of.

“Did you walk?”

“Huh?” She means here, idiot. “Yeah, yeah I did. My car is in the shop and my grandparents just have the one truck.”

“I can give you a ride home…if you want.”

Typically, this was the part where he acted like an ass, made an inappropriate comment about how he knew she wanted to give him a “ride” all right. But she was still holding his hand. And he just couldn’t bring himself to ruin it yet. So he just said, “Sure. ’Preciate it.”

The tension in the truck cab was so thick it nearly suffocated him. At least she’d finally let go of his hand. Though his palm still felt like he’d grabbed a live wire while soaking wet. He’d actually touched one of the underground lines when he’d dug too close to one at work and it had shocked the shit out of him. Almost literally.

“So, um, thanks for coming tonight.”

He cleared his throat. Again, perfect opening for him to say something dickish. And yet, he didn’t. “Yeah, it was fun. We still on for the Fourth?”

“I’ll be there.” He watched as she shrugged. “Always am.”

“Guess I’ll see you then.”

At that, she laughed. “Hayden, I’ll see you at work on Monday. The Fourth isn’t until Tuesday.”

He shook his head at his own stupidity. This girl did serious damage to his game. As in, he had none around her. The way his name sounded in her mouth made him uneasy. He liked it. Way, way too much.

He’d wanted a lot of things in his life. A new car, the latest cell phone or whatever gadget was better than the ones the other guys had, the hottest girl in the room just because. But he’d never wanted anything as bad as he wanted to kiss that mouth. Her naturally pouty lips practically begged him to. But they were pulling up in his grandparents’ driveway so it was time. Time for him to say something stupid so she wouldn’t go home thinking there was more to this than there actually was.

But when he opened his mouth, all that came out was, “Night, Ella Jane.”

SUNDAY, he thought he wouldn’t see her. His grandparents had dragged him to church on the one day he should’ve been able to sleep in. But it turned out to be worth it.

As he stepped out of the small, white building with his grandma on his arm, Ella Jane Mason slowed to a stop and turned his way.

“Mornin’, City Boy,” she drawled with a wink that made his knees go weak. “You come to repent for using the Lord’s name in vain?”

He took in her short, flowery dress and the fact that she even wore her cowgirl boots to church, and the images assaulting his mind gave him a whole other list of things to ask forgiveness for.

“Hayden Tanner Prescott, have you been using foul language around my sweet little EJ?” his grandma asked as she tightened her grip on his arm.

He grinned, considering telling his grandmother her EJ was neither sweet nor little. And if he got his way, which he typically did, she’d be his EJ by the end of the summer. “No, ma’am. I have no idea what she’s referring to.” He winked at Ella Jane and jerked his chin up slightly as Joe Dirt appeared beside her.

“Hope the Good Lord doesn’t strike you down for lyin’,” Ella Jane said quietly to him.

Joe ignored his greeting but gave a curt nod to his grandma. “Come on, Ellie May. Mama’s makin’ your favorite lunch. She’s expectin’ us.”

Hayden cut his eyes coolly to Brantley Cooper. So Joe wanted to play this game? Tough. He’d seen the way he wussed out on her and made her cry. Missed your shot, buddy. Hate that for ya.

He opened his mouth to invite her to have lunch with him and his grandparents instead, but his grandma beat him to it. “EJ, I see you have lunch plans already. Won’t you join us for dinner tonight? Hayden and his grandfather are firing up the grill. And I’ll make that caramel apple pie you love so much.”

Hayden raised a brow and waited for her response. Joe Dirt was breathing a little more heavily, but what could he do? They were at church, and no one argued with his grandma. Not even him.

“Yes, ma’am, I’d like that. Can I come early and help with the pie?”

With her cat-ate-the-canary grin, his grandma nodded. “Of course. Tell your mama she’s welcome to join us.”

“Yes, ma’am. Um, see y’all this evenin’, I guess.” Her voice was soft, sweeter than he was used to, and it did something to him. Something he couldn’t understand fully. He tried to figure it out as she walked away. Yeah, he wanted her. As in, wanted to get her naked or just get under that dress with every body part she’d allow. He’d even let her leave the boots on. But this feeling, this was…something else.

The clear blue in her eyes was brighter in the sun. He wanted to kiss that sweet Sunday girl with eyes shining in the sunlight. He wanted to hold hands with the wild, free version of her as she ran alongside the night trains she loved.

But she made him hungry in a way he’d never felt. He wanted to claim her, punch Joe Dirt in the face, and grab her up, sling her over his shoulder, and carry her away to their own private island where no one would ever interrupt.

Most girls, even the hot ones, bored him. Or maybe who he pretended to be around them bored him. Ella Jane Mason electrified every nerve ending in his body until he felt raw and exposed. Just her very presence sent his heart pounding, pumping testosterone and adrenaline through him so hard he couldn’t think straight. He could spend every day with her and never get bored, never feel like he knew everything about her there was to know.

He wanted to know what she looked like when she first woke up, what movies she liked, what made her laugh, what made her cry. Well…he already knew what made her cry. But the rest of it, he was determined to find out. Joe Dirt could deal with it.

“You’re welcome,” his grandma said as he opened the truck door for her. “Don’t make me regret being your wingman.”

A hard jet stream of freezing cold water on his back snapped him out of the fantasy he’d been having about kissing Ella Jane Mason. Whirling around, he saw her feigning innocence as she watered the flowers up near the front porch.

Since dinner with his grandparents Sunday night, things had been different between them. He’d walked in the house and found her bare legs swinging from his grandma’s countertop as the two women made pie.

Hit with an image he hadn’t been prepared for, he’d nearly lost his breath. She and her mother had chatted easily with his grandparents all through dinner. He’d answered questions when asked, but he couldn’t even concentrate on the food or the conversation with Ella Jane’s knee brushing against his under the table. He’d spent most of the night trying to figure out if she was doing it on purpose.

When she left, she’d given him a shy smile and a hug goodnight. A hug. If any other girl he was interested in had tried to hug him, he’d have been checking his text messages behind her back. But the subject of her dad had been briefly mentioned, and he knew from his grandfather that he’d run out on them earlier that summer.

She needed that hug, and the fact that she wanted it from him instead of Joe? Well that pretty much made his whole life. So he’d wrapped his arms around her, inhaled her sweet honeysuckle and clean, girly scent, and squeezed as hard as he could without hurting her.

“I’m glad you came, angel face,” he said low in her ear. He didn’t miss the fact that she looked a little dazed when she stepped back.

“Um, me too. See you at work tomorrow?”

He didn’t know why it was a question. There wasn’t anything that could keep him away. “Not if I see you first.” He gave her a wink, stepping back so he didn’t pull her into his arms and give into the urge to press his mouth to hers. Not with her mom getting in the truck four feet away, anyways.

He’d spent the rest of the evening thinking about kissing her. Judging from the way she’d watched his mouth as he told her goodnight, he was willing to bet she’d done the same.

The past four days they’d both been edging around doing something about it. He was going in-freaking-sane. She consumed his every thought, something no other girl had ever done.

On Monday, he’d been sent out with the crew to help with a mowing job, and when he came back, she had been waiting on the porch with a glass of sweet tea. Tea never tasted so good.

Tonight was the Fourth of July celebration in Hope’s Grove, and they were going to watch fireworks on The Ridge. Well, she was going to watch fireworks and he was going to watch her. Until she turned his way and they made some fireworks of their very own.

16

Cooper

“OF course it would be Bitch Boy’s granddad who holds our fate in his hands,” Cooper mumbled to himself. He was still burning over the fact that his Sunday lunch with Ellie May had been tainted by the knowledge that she’d be having dinner with him later that night. She’d seemed distracted and just…different somehow ever since.

He and his dad were headed over to the Prescotts’ to discuss getting an advance on the crops this year. Last year’s crop hadn’t paid out very well, and according to Coop’s dad, they were running short on money already this year.

As his dad pulled in front of the old farmhouse the Prescotts called home, it was no surprise to find Edwin and Netta sitting in the two white rockers on the front porch.

If he wasn’t at Harwell’s drinking coffee or out driving by the fields the Coopers farmed for him, you could bet your paycheck the man the whole town called Pops was sitting on the porch with his wife. And it was the Fourth of July—Harwell’s was closed, along with every other business in town.

They’d sit there all day and wave at the cars, trucks, and tractors that drove by. Coop often imagined him and Ellie May doing the same thing one day—reflecting on the life they’d built together. Of course, a future with her would mean he’d actually have to make a move and fess up to his feelings.

“Mornin’, Edwin,” Jim called out as he and Coop made their way up to the porch. “Netta,” he added with a nod and a smile.

“Hope you’re coming to tell me the crops are looking good,” Edwin asked in his down to business fashion as his wife gave a quiet smile and wave.

“Absolutely,” Jim confirmed. “We’re looking at a solid haul this year. Weather’s cooperated and harvest should come early.”

“Good to hear.” Edwin nodded before leaning back. “Something on your mind, Jim?”

Coop could tell his dad was nervous about asking for the advance. He watched him dig his hands into his pockets and rock on his heels the same way Coop did when he thought about confessing his feelings for EJ. Netta Prescott must have had the same observations, because before Jim could say a word, she excused herself to the house.

“I’ll let y’all talk business,” she smiled sweetly, letting the screen door fall shut behind her.

Jim leaned up against the porch railing and took in a deep breath. Coop looked up as the screen door creaked and the one person he was hoping like hell wasn’t around stepped out.

“Gran asked if I’d bring this tea out,” Hayden said as he set the tray down on the small table between the rockers.

“Thanks, kid.” Edwin grabbed a glass of tea and took a drink.

Coop couldn’t help but roll his eyes when Hayden sat down in the empty chair beside his grandfather. This was just freaking perfect. It was bad enough that his dad had to ask for a handout, but now Hayden was going to witness the entire thing. The two Prescotts sitting on their high and mighty thrones.

“Out with it,” Edwin said to Jim.

“I was wondering if there was any way we could get an advance on the crops this year. Like I said before, we’re looking at a solid profit, and it seems I’ve hit a bit of a rough patch. I wouldn’t be asking if I had another option.”

Edwin rocked in his chair and nodded, letting Jim’s proposal sink in. Coop held his breath, right along with his dad. The cocky little smirk that crossed Hayden’s face when he looked from his granddad to Jim made Coop want to put his fist through a wall. Or at least bust up that pretty little face of his.

“I wish there was something I could do to help you out, Jim, I really do, but my funds are pretty tied up,” he finally said.

“Yeah,” Jim sighed. “Don’t worry about it. Recession’s hit us all hard. Thanks anyway.” He started to walk away with the first answer he was given.

Thanks anyway? He couldn’t believe his dad was just going to let it go that easily. Coop stepped forward and words started coming out his mouth before he even had a chance to think it through. His dad might have been okay with Edwin’s answer, but Coop sure wasn’t.

“Excuse me, sir.” He addressed Edwin as politely as he could, considering he was steaming mad. “But my family has worked your land for how many years now? Thirty? Forty? We’ve never once asked you for an advance. Isn’t there something you could do to help us out?”

Coop knew the old man was sitting on a fortune. Anyone who looked at Calumet County plat book knew that Edwin Prescott owned more than his fair share of the land. Probably had bundles of cash and bars of gold buried out on his property somewhere. He’d seen the desperation in his father’s eyes, heard it in his voice when he’d asked the question, and it pissed him off that Edwin had brushed him off without a second thought. Barely even blinked an eye. It wasn’t fair.

“Brantley.” Jim tugged on his son’s arm, warning him not to say another word with his stare.

“I’m sorry, Dad, but it’s not like we’re not good to repay him. You said it yourself that the crops will be profitable this year.” He tried to reason his outburst to his father, but he could tell it wasn’t working.

“Boy, you better get in that truck,” he gritted between his teeth.

“You might want to listen to your old man,” Hayden added as he stood from the chair and took a step forward, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked like an idiot. Trying to show off for Edwin. Oh, look at me, Grandpa. I’m defending you. Dumbass.

It took every ounce of self-control Coop had not to bum-rush City Boy right then and there. Let’s see how impressed your grandpa is when I’m pummeling your ass.

“I apologize, Edwin. Damn kids.”

“I know how ya feel,” Edwin nodded. “This one’s been giving me hell this summer, too.”

Coop pulled his arm free of his father’s clutch and, with one last death stare at Hayden, stomped back to the truck. Edwin and his grandson could kiss his country ass.

By the time his dad joined him in the cab, Coop was cracking his knuckles and thinking about how good it would have felt to just knock that rich little bastard out.

“What the hell is the matter with you?” Jim asked as he turned down the lane and on to the road.

“Me? What the hell is the matter with you? You didn’t try very hard to convince that stingy old bastard to help us out.”

Jim let out a sigh of frustration and anger hardened his voice. “There’s a couple things you need to learn, boy. Namely, how to read people. I could tell what Edwin’s answer was going to be as soon as I asked the question. No use beating a dead horse.” He rested his arm out the open window and looked over at his son. “Bottom line is we work for him, and you need to be respectful of that. There’s a hundred other farmers around here that he could rent to and your bad attitude could have cost us that.”

“Sorry.”

“And whatever is going on between you and his grandson better get ironed out quickly. I better not hear about you stirring up trouble with that kid.”

“He’s an asshole.”

“I don’t care what he is. Stay away from him.”

Coop nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Second of all, I’m going to give you a free pass this time, because I know you think you were trying to help, but if you ever speak to me or another adult the way you did back there, you’re going to regret it. You’re not too old to turn over my knee.”

Coop fought back a chuckle as he imagined his dad trying to whip him. He was a head taller than him and probably had a good twenty pounds on him.

“Better wipe that smile off your face,” Jim cautioned.

“Yes, sir,” Coop replied when he saw the seriousness flash in his dad’s eyes. He might have been bigger than his dad, but he knew what was going on between them at that moment was no laughing matter. Besides that, images of his dad tossing hay bales across the barn ran through his mind. Probably wasn’t a good idea to underestimate his dad’s strength.

“I know you think you’re a man, and hell, in some ways you are, but sometimes things aren’t fair, and the sooner you learn when it’s the right time to walk away, the better off you’ll be.”

FULL of angry energy and nowhere to put it, Coop was looking forward to seeing the only friend he felt like he had. Kyle had plans for the Fourth—something with his mystery chick—so this year it would be him and his Ellie May. Just the two of them. He really needed to get his mind off the situation with the farm, and he knew exactly where he wanted his focus to be.

Tonight was the night. He pulled over at Thompson’s Grocery and bought a dozen multicolored wild flowers. The bouquet was a bit more than he could really afford but he wanted to do this right.

It wasn’t every day you told the girl you’d wanted forever that you loved her. He knew from his parents that relationships were about friendship, trust, and compromise. He was ready for that. He and Ellie May already had that. He was even ready for whatever beating Kyle Mason would put on him. The bruises and possible broken bones would heal. He grinned at the image of Kyle being his best man at the wedding one day. They’d laugh about the day he’d got his ass kicked for finally manning up.

He’d sworn to look out for her. What better way to do that than as her boyfriend? After the horrific incident in the barn, he’d vowed never to hurt her like that again. From now on, the only expression he’d be causing to pass across her beautiful face was a smile.

17

Cameron

“DID you have a good week, Miss Cameron?” Sophie’s voice pulled Cami from her daydreaming.

“Yeah,” she beamed, stirring her spoon around in her half-eaten bowl of Cheerios. “It was awesome.”

“So you left the house?” Sophie asked as she wiped down the kitchen counter.

“Nope.” She shook her head, looking up into Sophie’s warm green eyes. “Didn’t have to. Have you met Kyle? The landscaper.” She grinned to herself. He was so much more than that.

“Haven’t met him, but I’ve seen him.” Sophie chuckled, running her fingers through her sandy-colored hair. She had been the Nickelsons’ housekeeper for as long as Cami could remember. She knew everything about Cami. From her favorite food to how she liked her bed made and each and every time she’d snuck out of the house to go meet her girlfriends or Hayden. There was an unspoken agreement between the two. Sophie took care of Cami, and in return, Cami treated her with respect, unlike her parents, who just fired off orders at her day after day.

“What about the Prescott boy?” Sophie rested her arms on the counter and smiled.

The creases around her eyes, which she lovingly referred to as laugh lines, appeared. Cami’s mom had offered to get Sophie an appointment with her plastic surgeon as her Christmas bonus one year, but Sophie wore her age with pride. She may have been on the better side of fifty, but she’d told Cami’s mother that she’d earned her stripes and was grateful for each and every one of them.

Of course, Theresa had laughed her off and couldn’t fathom why Sophie would want to look her age. But Cami knew that Sophie was the proud single mother of two and had worked extremely hard when her husband died suddenly to provide for her children. Both of whom were on their way to becoming successful professionals—a doctor and an architect. In fact, Cami was sure that, once they were out of college and able to support themselves, Sophie would leave her. The only reason she kept the job with her family was to pay for her childrens’ education.

“We’re on a break.” Cami shrugged. “Besides that, I haven’t gotten so much as a text from him, so he obviously isn’t missing me too much.”

“I’m glad you’re having a good summer,” Sophie commented, picking up the cereal bowl in front of Cami. “You deserve to be happy, sweet girl.”

“Thanks, Sophie.” Cami reached out and squeezed Sophie’s hand with hers. “Funny story about how I met him. I thought he’d broken in the gate…” She started to tell her all about how she and Kyle had run into each other—minus the part about her being topless—when her father stepped into the kitchen.

“Who broke in the gate?” He sauntered over to the counter and pointed at the coffee pot. Sophie knew what was expected of her at this point and started to fill a travel mug with coffee—one sugar, one cream—just the way Mr. Nickelson liked it. To-go.

“No one, Daddy.” Cami averted her eyes. “It was just a misunderstanding. I didn’t know you’d hired a landscaper for the summer.”

“Yeah, well, if he doesn’t take care of the mess around the gazebo he’s going to be looking for a new place to work,” he noted, grabbing the coffee from Sophie without so much as a thank you.

Cami held her breath at the thought of not seeing Kyle again. She wanted to confess exactly how she felt about him to her father, but she didn’t because she knew that he’d oppose the idea of her getting involved with the help. Besides that, Derek Nickelson and Kevin Prescott had been friends longer than Cami had been alive. They’d all but betrothed their children to one another. Bottom line: Cami’s father only saw Hayden Prescott as a suitable match for his daughter.

“I’ll let him know.” Sophie held her shoulders back and appealed to Mr. Nickelson with a take-charge attitude. “I’ll make sure he cleans up the gazebo and the rosebushes, too. You’ll get your money’s worth, Mr. Nickelson.”

“That’s what I like to hear, Sophie. I knew there was a reason I hired you to oversee this place.”

Cami felt the air return to her lungs as Sophie smiled a silent “You’re welcome” in her direction.

“Ladies.” He raised his coffee in one hand and tugged a suitcase behind him with the other. “I’m headed to Tulsa for a conference. Take care of my girl, Sophie,” he added as he walked out the door.

Cami didn't waste time being hurt that he was leaving without so much as pretending to miss her. She didn’t need to beg for his attention anymore. She had the attention of someone much more worthy.

18

Ella Jane

“CAREFUL, City Boy,” Ella Jane teased as Hayden shoulder-bumped her on his way by. The little touches they’d shared since Sunday night were getting more and more deliberate.

She smiled at his back as he went inside the house to clock out. Only a few more hours until dark. Then they’d meet at The Ridge. Her stomach tensed in anticipation. There was still one factor she hadn’t taken into consideration.

Coop.

She contemplated whether or not she should just call and ask him if he was coming tonight or not. She’d seen the stare downs. She knew he and Hayden weren’t exactly fond of each other. But the word incest burned in the back of her brain, and she told herself that if Kyle wasn’t coming, then surely Coop wasn’t either. Relief tinged with sadness confused her.

Yes, Coop seemed jealous of Hayden. But she was starting to wonder if it was more about money than her. Coop’s family worked hard to make ends meet and Hayden’s was loaded. So maybe the glaring matches had nothing to do with her. Maybe it was time to take her attraction to Hayden seriously and finally let go of her fantasy relationship with Coop. Who was she kidding, anyways? Even if he didn’t like Hayden flirting with her, it was only for the same reasons Kyle wouldn’t like it. Brotherly reasons.

Finishing up with the Epson salt on the rosebushes, she pulled off her gloves and stood. The crunch of gravel alerted her to a truck pulling into the drive. She expected it to be Kyle, but a quick look told it was her wannabe brother instead.

She sighed as he got out of the truck. But for the first time in as long as she could remember, the butterflies didn’t slam around like boulders in her stomach. Her heart only sped a tiny bit and her breathing remained even. Maybe his declaration in the barn had finally gotten through to her.

“Hey, Coop. What brings you out here?”

“Hey, Ellie May. Just passing through. Mama wanted me to bring these tomatoes and peppers by. Said your mom might want to use them for the salsa for the farmers market at the festival.”

He handed her a plastic shopping bag heavy with vegetables and she took it. “Tell your mama thanks.”

He nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“So—” they both began, almost in unison.

“Go ahead,” Coop said, grinning at her. Okay, her heart was beginning to flutter slightly at his grin. EJ could admit that to herself at least.

“Um, I was just going to ask what your plans were tonight.” Ella Jane shrugged as if she didn’t care. “I know Kyle has plans with…” She waited for Coop to insert the mystery girl’s name.

“Don’t ask me.” Coop raised his brow and then shook his head. “He hasn’t told me much about her.” His low laugh twisted EJ’s stomach into a knot. And woke up the butterflies.

She swallowed hard and forced herself to breathe normally. “Well, whatever her name is, I’m just glad he found someone. Maybe now he’ll have someone else to drive crazy instead of me.”

“He just acts like that because he loves you, Ellie May.” Coop cleared his throat and looked into her eyes. She felt her grip on her composure slipping. He’d always be the same guy she’d imagined marrying all those years. She searched his face for any inclination that maybe, just maybe, there was more than brotherly feelings under the surface.

“So what about you, Coop? You got a secret girl stashed somewhere too?” The words had escaped her mouth without her permission. She looked up at him from under her eyelashes, hoping it came out playful and not desperate.

The answering grin he gave caused the bottom of her stomach to drop out. Oh God. He does.

EJ scanned her memory for which of his racing groupies had seemed to be around the most lately. But she couldn’t discern any one of them from another.

Coop maintained her gaze, tilting his head as he answered. “Actually, there is this one girl. She’s kind of my favorite one.” He winked, and she bit her lip so her mouth wouldn’t turn down.

“Really? Anyone I know?”

Coop glanced to the side and shrugged. “You’re probably somewhat familiar with her.” She wanted to slap him. To throw herself at him. To crumple to the ground and cry. The only thing she didn’t want to do was hear anymore about this stupid faceless girl.

She forced a smile anyways. “Well I can’t wait to meet her. I need to get these inside to Mama,” she said, lifting the bag he’d brought as a reminder. Grateful for her own ability to think so fast on her feet, she took a step back. “I’m guessing I won’t see you tonight since you’ll probably be with your favorite girl and all.”

“Yep. Big plans tonight.” He grinned wider and she died a little inside. Or it felt like it anyways. “I know it was always the three of us on the Fourth. But remember what I said. Sometimes different is good, Ellie May. Not all changes are bad.”

He reached out to touch her underneath the chin but she backed up. She couldn’t handle any of his brotherly affection right that minute. Not now that she knew that was all it would ever be.

She swallowed hard and gave him the best nod she could manage. “Right. Well, you have fun. Later, Coop.” And with that, she turned and bolted up the porch and into the safety of her house. She didn’t even acknowledge Hayden as she shoved past him in the doorway.

19

Hayden

“WHAT’D you do to her?” Hayden felt his temper flare as Ella Jane blew past him with tears in her eyes.

“What the hell are you talking about? And since when is she any of your business?” Joe Dirt eyed him from head to toe and back up again, sizing him up. Hayden stepped down off the porch, unwilling and unable to back down.

“I’m talking about how every time you come around she ends up in tears. You got a real way with the ladies, Joe.”

“Name’s Cooper, not Joe.”

“I know. I just don’t give a shit.”

Both boys stood there, toe to toe, shoulders squared, gazes even. It was Cooper who broke the intense silence.

“Maybe you should be a little more worried about your job as the Masons’ Bitch Boy and less about what’s going on between me and Ellie May.”

Hayden smirked. “Last I checked, her name was Ella Jane and there wasn’t much of anything going on between the two of you. Unless you count you wussing out in front of her brother. Which I am counting on. Very much.”

Coop responded through gritted teeth. “You don’t know a damn thing about her.”

“I know she’s had enough of your bullshit. You probably remind her of her sorry-ass dad, unable to man up when it really matters. Pardon me if I don’t ask for your advice where she’s concerned. You’re two for two far as I can tell.” Hayden sighed. In his head, he’d already won. All Joe Dirt did was upset her. And if good old Joe was all this worked up by him, this threatened, then what more proof did he need?

“You lay a hand on her and I swear to God I’ll—”

“You’ll what, farm boy? Go cry to daddy? What’s he going to do about it? My granddad owns your whole family.” Joe was resorting to idle threats. Victory was his.

Cooper’s eyes widened. Hayden rolled his. Speaking of the old devil, his grandfather had just arrived to pick him up from work. Perfect timing, Pops.

“Kyle Mason will tear you apart with his bare hands.”

Yeah, Hayden knew that was a possibility. But he could hold his own when that obstacle presented itself. Taking a deep breath, he started to walk past Coop then turned back at the last second. “That’s the difference between you and me, Joe. I don’t decide how I feel about her based on what anyone else may or may not do. And when I get a shot at what I want, I don’t let it pass me by.” Just because he was still riled a little by Coop’s bowing up on him, Hayden took a parting shot. “Well, that, and I don’t go begging for handouts either.”

“WHAT was that all about?” his grandpa asked when he climbed in the cab of the truck. “You and the Cooper boy having a disagreement?”

“Naw. Just a friendly discussion.” Truth was, Hayden wasn’t proud of the last words he’d said. Not that he’d take them back. Joe was a thorn in his side and he wanted to rip it out and crush it to dust. But something was nagging at the back of his mind. He knew if Ella Jane had heard him say that, she would’ve been disgusted by him. Jesus. He actually cared what a girl thought about him. What the hell was the world coming to?

“Oh yeah? What about?” His grandpa cut his sharp gaze from the back window to him.

“Nothing, Pops. Guy stuff.”

“I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck, Pretty Boy. Guy stuff my old ass. I’d bet my life savings that was about girl stuff.”

Hayden couldn’t help but laugh. “You still got it, Old Timer. I don’t know. I guess Joe Dirt back there is jealous because Ella Jane pays more attention to me than him. Who can blame her?”

“Damn straight I still got it.” His grandpa’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as he continued. “You listen to me, Hayden Tanner. The Coopers are good people. They’re hardworking and they know the meaning of family, of loyalty. More than I can say for your folks half the time, and one of them’s my own blood. And I like you, son. I do. But I’d give two of you for one Brantley Cooper any day.”

Hayden felt like he’d been slapped across the face. The high he was on from telling Joe off evaporated instantly. He swallowed his wounded pride, but it didn’t go down easily. “Wow, Pops. That’s nice to hear.”

“Just shootin’ straight. Now, you stop worrying about which one of you is getting more grins from little EJ Mason and buckle your ass down and work? Then I might change my position. We clear?”

“Yes sir,” Hayden choked out.

20

Cameron

“COME on, Belle. We aren’t on house arrest. Or wait…are you?” He smirked at the girl sitting with her feet in the pool. He wasn’t even supposed to be here tonight. Not for work anyways.

“Maybe I am. What’s the matter?” Cami lifted her chin in defiance. “Bored of me already?”

Kyle rolled his eyes and stepped over to her. Crouching down, he stared into her warm gaze. “Never.” He kissed her softly on the mouth while pulling her hand to his. “It’s the Fourth. I finally have a four-day weekend. And I want to show you something. Something special.” Brushing his lips across her knuckles, he gave her his best pleading puppy-dog face. “Please? If anyone deserves special, it’s you.”

“You and your lines. One day they’re going to stop working on me,” she informed him. Leaning a few inches out of reach of his mouth, she took a second to check out what he was wearing. Khaki shorts and a blue button-down. With his sleeves rolled up the way they were, she could see just enough of his forearms to make her want to feel his arms around her. It was a lot different from what she usually saw him in. She didn’t think it was possible for him to be any more appealing to her and yet…Kyle Mason in nice clothes was pretty hot.

“Is today that day?” he asked, jutting out his bottom lip.

Cami had to think for a second to remember what he was asking about. “No, probably not,” she answered, taking his hand as he helped her to stand up. “So where are you taking me?”

“It’s a surprise. You’ll like it. Promise.”

Her stomach twisted with worry. Where in the world did he want to go? The thought of possibly seeing any one of the dozens of people she’d bragged about going to St. Tropez to made her feel sick.

“Don’t make that face. It’s a date, Cami. It’s the Fourth of July. This is what couples do.” Kyle knocked his forehead gently against hers.

“I can think of something else couples do,” she said softly in her best seductress voice. Letting her hands drop to Kyle’s waist, she let her intense stare bore into his.

“You’re something else, you know that?” He grinned and shook his head. Before she could answer, he kissed her on the mouth. The kind of kiss she was beginning to think only he was capable of. The kind that tingled its way from her lips to her toes.

“You keep doing that and I’m going to show you something else,” she purred against his mouth.

“Come on, Belle. Your chariot awaits,” he said as he pulled her away from the pool and toward his black new-ish looking truck.

Reluctantly, and with a silent prayer that no one who thought she was thirty-five hundred miles away from Summit Bluffs saw her, Cami allowed him to lead her out of the safety of her backyard.

“WOW. Pinkberry. And we’re going through the drive-thru. You must really like me,” she deadpanned as Kyle drove slowly toward the giant order screen.

He turned and gave her his trademark grin. The one she dreamt about when he was away at camp. “I can’t help it that your lame-ass town doesn’t have a regular ice cream place. But this isn’t the date. This is pre-gaming.”

“Pre-gaming?”

Kyle nodded. “Yep. You know, warming up before the real thing.”

Cami tilted her head to the side. “Warming up with frozen yogurt?”

“Geez, Belle. Give a man a break, will you? If you’re disappointed at the end of the night, I’ll—”

“I doubt I could ever be disappointed. Not with you, anyways,” she admitted so he’d stop torturing himself trying to think of a way to make her happy. She’d pretty much spent her whole life being disappointed by people. Her parents let her down like they were trying to gold medal in it. Hayden was so self-involved that he never paid attention to a word she said unless she was naked—and even then he seemed like he was on a schedule and had to be somewhere else. Even Sophie was destined to walk away sooner or later. But Kyle Mason was different. He seemed to know what she needed before she even did. It actually was pretty nice to finally get out of the house.

“Good,” Kyle breathed out from beside her. “Because the last thing I ever want to do is disappoint you, Belle. It’d be off with my head if I did, right?”

She couldn’t help but giggle. “Something like that.”

“What flavor?” he asked, glancing at the glowing menu next to his window. “Looks like they have a whopping five to choose from. Baskin Robbins it ain’t.”

“Yeah. But this is much better for my figure.”

Kyle stopped to let his eyes roam from her face all the way down to her bare legs. Thank God for sundresses. She nearly melted from the heat in his appreciative gaze. “I’m a big fan of your figure. But I definitely wouldn’t have any complaints about there being a whole lot more of you.”

“Oh more lines,” she said, putting her hand to her forehead and pretending to swoon. “If you keep using them up on me, you’ll run out soon.”

He waggled his eyebrows at her. “Nope. Never. And you’d miss them if I did.”

Shaking her head at his crazy self, she leaned over to glance at her menu options and got a whiff of his cologne. Clean, sweet, and sharp all at once. She fought the urge to inhale as hard as she could. Don’t be a weirdo, Cami. “Um, coconut is fine.” Settling back to her side, she enjoyed his lingering scent as he ordered hers and a chocolate banana protein shake for himself.

She twirled a strand of her hair as he paid at the window. “Here you go, Belle,” he said, handing her a cup and a spoon. Just as she turned toward him to take it, she heard a voice that had her blood running colder than the frozen yogurt.

“Oh my god,” a girl’s voice squealed. “Like seriously? Um, you work at a yogurt shop and wear a stupid paper hat. Puh-leeze. I mean, let’s get real.” The over-exaggerated drama queen’s voice grated on Cami’s nerves as it made its way through the open windows.

“That was freaking hilarious. He totally thought you were serious. You are such a biotch, Raquel.”

The three girls walking out of the yogurt shop and in front of the truck broke into a fit of wild laughter.

“Oh shit,” Cami mumbled under her breath. She wanted to hide. To turn invisible instantly or something. If any one of them, Raquel or either of her two stupid minions—Trista and Jen, who were a year younger than them—turned even a quarter of the way to their right, they would see her. Right there in Summit Bluffs. Not in St. Tropez like she’d just been discussing with Raquel on the phone a few hours ago. A cold sweat broke over her skin and she couldn’t swallow.

“Friends of yours?” Kyle asked from beside her, but she could barely hear over the ringing getting louder in her ears.

This was bad. This was ruin-her-life, get-nicknamed-the-girl-who-goes-on-a-fake-vacay, have-to-admit-to-Raquel-that-she’d-lied bad. Raquel was the kind of girl who fed off the pain and misfortune of others. Like a succubus. And that was putting it politely.

The girls took their sweet time crossing the parking lot so Kyle couldn’t drive forward. A horn honked from behind them and Cami didn’t think, she just reacted. Letting the cup of yogurt fall from her hand, she ducked down to retrieve it before it even hit the floormat.

“Oops. Clumsy me. Um, no. Just a girl from school who drives me nuts. If she sees me, she’ll want to know where we’re going and then she’ll invite herself. You know the type.”

“Here, I got it, babe,” Kyle said, reaching down with a handful of napkins to clean up the tiny smidge of yogurt that had actually fallen on his interior. “It’s not a big deal. It needs a good detail anyways.”

“Okay, it’s just…I don’t want it to stain or anything.” She knew she sounded like a complete idiot, and the fact that she was still ducking down made matters worse. “Um, are they gone?”

Kyle cleared his throat. “Yeah, they’re getting into a red convertible.”

Shit. So they were in Raquel’s car. And if the top was down, which she had no doubt it would be, they’d be right there.

“Okay, um, sorry. I know this is lame. They’re just kind of…annoying. And I’ve managed to not have to deal with their immature crap this summer so I’m trying to lie low.” There. That sounded convincing. Didn’t it?

Much better than, My parents abandoned me and I didn’t want everyone to know that I was an unloved loser so I lied my ass off. Kyle was the kind of guy who didn’t care what anyone else thought. She loved that about him, but she also knew it meant he just wouldn’t get it.

“Literally, in this case,” Kyle muttered under his breath as he finally pulled out of the parking lot. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were ashamed to be seen with me. It’s no Mercedes, but this truck is practically brand new, you know. Worked my ass off to pay for it.” She was so distracted she almost missed the hurt in his voice. Almost.

Rising as slowly as she could manage with her half-ruined cup of yogurt melting in her hand, Cami glanced around and saw that Raquel’s car was out of sight.

Whew. Crisis averted. The tight ball of nerves in her stomach finally eased up. But her sigh of relief caught in her throat when she saw that Kyle was gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were turning white.

“Hey,” she said, setting her yogurt in the cup holder between them. “I’m not ashamed of anything.” Except my parents. And my lies. And my stupid friends who would’ve acted like total bitches.

He huffed out a breath and shot her a forced smile. “If you say so.”

Cami’s chest ached at the wounded expression that lingered in his eyes. She wanted to say something to fix it, to let him know she’d acted a fool because of her own screwed up issues, not because of anything to do with him.

But the words, the truth about why she was in hiding, were just too humiliating.

Cami Nickelson did not do humility.

21

Ella Jane

“HEY, you busy? I need advice.” Ella Jane stood in front of her open closet in her room, wrapped in a towel. She held the phone to her ear with the help of her shoulder.

“I’m heading out to the beach to watch fireworks with my lame-ass parents. Why, what’s up?”

Ella Jane breathed a sigh of relief. She was in the middle of a major freak-out and needed Lynlee’s expert opinion. “So I think I’m going on my very first date tonight. And I have no idea what to wear.”

Lynlee squealed into the phone, prompting Ella Jane to pull it a few inches from her ear. “You finally did it! You finally made a move on Coop. Go you!”

“Um, no, I didn’t.” Ella Jane paused as she held a red dress up in front of her and faced the full-length mirror. “Actually, that guy I told you about? The cocky one from Summit Bluffs? He kinda asked me to watch fireworks with him tonight.” Or did he? More like he just agreed to join her. Now Ella Jane was even more confused. Was this a date or wasn’t it?

“Nice. That’ll show Coop.”

Yeah, it had started that way. But now she wasn’t so sure she even wanted Coop to know about her and Hayden.

Coop had a girl in his life apparently, and she didn’t want him thinking everything she did was because of him. “I don’t really care anymore what Coop thinks. He’s got a girlfriend, I think. I don’t know. Whatever. The point is, I’m meeting Hayden in an hour at The Ridge and I need to know if I should wear a dress or just keep it casual. I don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard, you know?”

“What does he normally see you in?” Lynlee asked.

“Um, work clothes. And church clothes. That’s really it.”

Lynlee blew out a breath. “Okay, so you need something that looks casual like you just threw it on to watch fireworks but shows enough skin to be distracting. How about your denim dress with the cute pockets? It’s short enough to get his attention without being obvious. Throw a red cardigan over it and boom, you’re patriotic.”

“Um, okay. Let’s see if I can find it.” Ella Jane found it near the back. It actually showed a lot of skin in her opinion, which was why she hardly wore it. “Here it is.”

“And for God’s sakes, leave your freaking hair down. Ponytails are not sexy.”

EJ yanked the elastic band out of her wet hair. “Hair down, got it. Anything else?”

“Oh, and wear cute underwear. And a matching bra. Just in case.”

Whoa. Ella Jane’s eyes widened at her own reflection. “Just in case what? A spark falls and my clothes catch fire?”

“No, Virgin Mary. In case you decide to let anyone see them.”

Yeah, that wasn’t going to be an issue. Ella Jane had only kissed one guy—or rather, one guy had attempted to kiss her. Until Kyle jacked his jaw. And that was like almost three years ago. “Um, okay. Have fun with your parents.”

“Doubtful. I’ll be ditching them ASAP. Enjoy your date. Maybe we can compare stories later tonight.”

“Right. Thanks for the wardrobe help.”

EJ was one hundred percent positive her evening would pale in comparison. Lynlee was the furthest thing from being a virgin and EJ was the poster child for abstinence. Her friend had given her graphic tutorials on blow jobs, hand jobs, and the kinds of noises she should make when a guy touched her. It was pretty much a ton of useless advice she wouldn’t be able to put to use until long after Kyle was away at college and boys got bold enough to risk their lives to date her. So possibly never.

And if she was being honest with herself, she’d only ever pictured one boy doing any of those things to her. Only wanted to do those things to one guy.

She closed her eyes and tried to wipe the image of herself wrapped in Coop’s arms out of her head.

She let the word incest take its place. Then his smug smile when he’d rubbed it in about his favorite girl. The one he’d be with tonight.

Suddenly, the image in her head shifted. He was citified to the core, obnoxious, and utterly full of himself, but Hayden Prescott was the one meeting her tonight. The one who’d laughed with her all summer, teased her, watched trains with her. He was the one who’d showed when he’d said he was going to, been there to make her laugh when she’d cried. He was the one who made her nervous and unsure and crazy. He irritated her to death and excited her just as much.

Maybe Coop was right. Maybe different could be good and not all changes were bad.

AS she pulled her truck up to The Ridge, a small seed of nervousness began to grow. She tugged at the sleeve of her white cardigan as she got out of the truck. She hadn’t been able to find the red one because it was dirty. She’d forgotten she’d worn it to church last Sunday.

She wanted to kick herself. She’d put on a pink bra and teal panties and then stripped at the last second and put on matching red ones. She really was patriotic. And stupid, apparently, because the fireworks were starting and Hayden was nowhere in sight.

As she laid the blanket she’d brought across her rickety tailgate, the seed of nervousness became a vine of worry, which was rapidly growing into a thriving tree of full-blown panic. Maybe Coop had warned him about her brother and he’d decided not to show. Or maybe he’d forgotten. Or she was a complete idiot and he’d been messing with her all along.

Either way, it was hot and humid and she was sweating. She pulled her hair to one side, wishing she’d just ignored Lynlee’s advice and worn it up. Her heart grew heavy in her chest. Telling her friend she’d been stood up was going to suck. Lynlee wasn’t the kind of girlfriend who would be sympathetic. She was the kind who would laugh. Hysterically.

Glancing down, Ella Jane saw a few red specks on her white sweater. She’d helped her mom unload the salsa she’d made for the Founder’s Festival before coming here. Apparently some had splattered on her.

This night was off to a swell start. She began pulling her arms from the sweater sleeves. A low whistle interrupted her.

“I just got here and already you’re stripping. Should I give you a few more minutes and come back?”

As much as she wanted to glare at him, she grinned up at Hayden as he approached. “Why do you always do that?”

“Do what?” he asked as he hopped up on the tailgate beside her. He offered her a brown paper sack so she took it.

“Make stupid comments like that. Like you’d really be okay with me taking my clothes off out here.” She peeked in the bag. “Oh, never mind. You can be an ass all you want. Grandma Prescott’s caramel apple pie is my favorite.”

Hayden laughed, but it was a short laugh. Then he cleared his throat. “For starters, I have no problem with you taking your clothes off up here. Pretty sure I’m the only one who can see. And secondly, I made the pie for the festival because my grandma wasn’t feeling so hot.”

Ella Jane ignored the comment about her clothes and inspected the pie with the plastic fork he’d handed her. “Oh no. I hope your grandma’s okay. And I hope you didn’t just poison the whole town.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence. And yeah, she was just tired, I think.” He paused and set his own piece of pie aside. “Can I ask you something?”

With her mouth full of warm apple pie—pretty decent pie actually—Ella Jane nodded.

“Would you give two of me for one of Joe, er, Cooper?”

“Um…” EJ forced herself to swallow. She couldn’t help but notice Hayden’s normally gleaming eyes seemed a little dimmer as he reached over and wiped a crumb from the corner of her mouth. Her skin burned where he touched her, and it was scary and intoxicating all at once. “Why would you ask that?”

Hayden shrugged and removed his hand. “Something my grandpa said.” She studied his profile as he turned his face to the sky. “Ever feel like no matter how hard you try, nothing you do will ever be good enough? Like you can do two million things right but people will always remember you for the one thing you did wrong?”

“Kind of. But I mean, all you can do is your best, right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.” He turned to her and tilted his head to the side.

Ella Jane sucked in a breath as Hayden leaned his face toward hers.

A loud boom interrupted whatever had been about to happen. Startled by the fireworks blossoming and falling in front of them, they jumped apart.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” Ella Jane asked as the sky lit up with bright blasts of blue and purple and red and green. Flashes of light reflected on her face as the twinkly ones she loved went off.

“You’re beautiful,” Hayden said quietly from beside her.

“What’d you say?” she asked turning her attention back to him.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

The abrupt honesty of his words shocked and thrilled her to her core. “I don’t… No one’s ever said that to me before. I don’t know what to say to that,” she breathed.

“Most girls I know would say ‘I know I am,’” Hayden told her with a grin.

“Really? What kind of girls do you know?”

“Fake ones. Conceited ones. Insecure ones. Lots of different kinds. None like you though.”

“And what kind of girl am I?” Ella Jane asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She held her breath as she waited for his answer.

“Real. Honest. You don’t hide behind makeup or worry about what anyone else expects or thinks.” A breeze blew between them, and he brushed her hair gently out of her face. “I never know what you’re going to say next. You always know when I’m full of crap. You amaze me. And you scare me a little, too.”

Ella Jane’s eyes widened. “What do you mean I scare you?”

Hayden shook his head, glancing up as if the words he needed might drop from the sky like rain. “I don’t ever know what you’re thinking. Well…sometimes I do.”

She laughed nervously, scooting a tiny bit closer to him on the tailgate. “Oh yeah? Like when?”

“Like when you’re thinking about kissing me.”

She scoffed, giving him a small playful shove. “Shut up.”

“Seriously. It’s cute. I love that you try to pretend like you’re not thinking about how bad you want to kiss me every time you see me.” With his trademark smirk, he leaned in and placed his forehead on hers.

“I’m not,” EJ whispered, shaking her head against his. “I’m not thinking about how bad I want to kiss you.”

“Oh yeah?” Hayden pulled back a few inches. “Then what are you thinking about?”

Pulling in a deep breath and gathering up all her courage, she met his stare and told the truth. “I’m thinking about how bad I want you to kiss me.”

That was all the confirmation Hayden needed. “Ella Jane Mason, I’m going to kiss you before this night is over. If you don’t want me to, you should say so. Soon.” His eyes looked like they were memorizing her mouth.

“If you don’t kiss me, after all that, then I’m going to be seriously disappointed.”

“Well we can’t have that,” Hayden said softly just before he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

Fireworks went off around them as they both fell headfirst in love for the first time ever.

22

Cooper

SOME guys had all the luck. They were born into wealthy families. Seemed to be in the right place at the right time. And they always, always, got the girl.

Brantley Cooper was not one of those guys.

As he stood at the edge of the brush with a handful of vibrant flowers that reminded him of the girl he was finally going to confess his feelings for, he wondered why he couldn’t just for once catch a damn break.

Fireworks shot off in every direction behind the couple wrapped in each other’s arms.

All he could see was their silhouette in the darkness, but it was enough. Ella Jane and Hayden were attached firmly at the mouth. He didn’t know if it was the first time but he suspected it was.

He’d blown it. Chickened out when she’d needed him to man up and that was that.

He glanced over at them once more, hoping that maybe it was someone else sitting on the tailgate of her truck with Bitch Boy. But he saw the long blond hair. It was her. His girl in someone else’s arms. Kissing someone else’s lips.

Dropping the bouquet and letting the flowers scatter on the ground, he did the last thing he wanted to. Instead of barreling out of the woods and kicking Hayden Prescott’s ass, he did what his father said the bigger man always did. He walked away.

He walked right back to his truck and drove to town. Then walked right into Harwell’s Gas Station. Thankfully, when he walked up to the counter with a case of beer in hand, Harwell’s nimrod stepson, Brody, was working the register. The same nimrod that hadn’t ever taken the time to ask Coop, Kyle, or any other underage kid brave enough to attempt to buy beer for identification. Ever.

“Rough night?” he asked as Coop tossed a twenty down.

“Something like that,” Coop mumbled, not really wanting to get into specifics. Especially not with Brody.

“Wanna get high?” And there it was. Three words almost broke a smile free from Coop’s lips. Then he remembered EJ making out with Hayden Prescott. The urge to chuckle at the stoner who would probably work the nightshift at his stepdad’s gas station for the rest of his life was replaced with a pathetic sigh. Just like Brody would always get high and sell beer to minors, Coop would always be a farmer in a nothing town without the girl he really wanted.

“Umm… no. Keep the change.”

COOP really didn’t feel like going to the Masons’ the next morning. Hell, he didn’t even want to get out of bed. He’d spent the night drinking his sorrows away in the loft of his family’s barn.

Last summer he and Kyle had fixed up the old loft and turned it into their man cave. They’d hooked up a television and Coop’s Xbox, found a couple old sofas, and cleared out all the dust. Even let Ella Jane put a rug down and a couple throw pillows on the couches. It wasn’t fancy, but they loved it. He’d made a pretty good dent in the case of beer he had bought last night before he finally passed out.

Luckily, he’d remembered to hide the beer cans under the sofa, because as soon as the sun was up, his mom was out there waking him up. She would have been as mad as a box of frogs if she’d seen how much he’d drunk.

“I need you to run these jars back over to Millie’s. She’s making another batch of salsa and she needs them this morning. Can’t believe how fast that stuff sold at the farmers market last week.”

“Okay,” Coop reluctantly agreed, his voice still thick with sleep. His head was pounding, and despite what he’d thought last night when he was drinking, no amount of booze in the world would make him forget about seeing Ella Jane with another guy.

He hopped in his truck and headed over there. He hadn’t even bothered changing his clothes from the night before. It was still early enough that he might be able to avoid seeing anyone. He’d just leave the jars on the porch and haul ass.

He coasted up the lane and pulled to a stop in front of the house. Looked quiet enough. He slipped out of the truck and carried the box of jars up to the porch. He thought he’d been in stealth mode until he turned around and saw Hayden standing in front of him. He was surprised to see the little punk up this early, and from the dirt on his shirt, it looked like he’d been at it for a while already this morning.

“Oh, it’s just you,” Hayden offered up with his usual charm. “Thought you were the mulch delivery.”

“Just dropping off some stuff for Mrs. Mason.” Coop didn’t have the energy to argue with Hayden this morning. He brushed past him and headed back to his truck.

“You’re awfully dressed up for farm work this morning,” Hayden called out. Coop looked down at the khaki cargo shorts and blue polo he’d put on for Ella Jane last night. Hell, he even had on flip-flops.

“Feel free to mind your own business.”

“Sorry I asked.” Hayden threw his hands up. “Look. I shouldn’t have said what I said about the handouts thing. That was a low blow and I regret it.”

“Oh yeah? Losing sleep, are you?” Coop raised a brow. “My heart’s breaking for you, buddy.” Well, maybe he felt like arguing a little.

“Whatever. I could care less what you think. I’m a big boy. I can admit when I’ve taken something too far.”

“The only thing you’re taking too far is the game you’re trying to play will Ella Jane. Back off, man. Go back to your penthouse or whatever and leave her be.”

“You’re awfully threatened by me, aren’t you?” Hayden smirked. “What I can’t work out is, you’ve known her forever, right? But now that I’m here, suddenly this is the summer you get all worked up thinking you have some claim on her. You piss a circle around her when I wasn’t looking?”

Cooper breathed heavily through his nose, his broad chest rising and falling with each deep breath. He took a step closer, knowing how this could end but not caring. What did he have to lose? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. “You probably think she’s impressed by you. Your sunglasses probably cost more than my truck. But you know what the real difference between me and you is?”

“Enlighten me.” Hayden crossed his arms and waited for Coop to finish.

“The real difference is I work for what I have. From sunup to sundown, I bust my ass, and everything I have I paid for. Myself. What do you drive, Bitch Boy? A girly Mercedes or some shit?”

“Bentley,” Hayden bit out at him.

“Of course you do. And did Mommy and Daddy buy that pretty, shiny car for their little boy?”

Snorting as if the words didn’t affect him, Hayden shrugged. “Your point?”

“My point is, I’ve unloaded two tractors full of straw, mucked stalls, and plowed a thirty-acre field before you’ve even rolled your worthless ass out of bed. And while you’re working out, grinning at yourself in the mirror at the gym, I’m doing actual work. Man’s work. The kind that supports my family and puts food on the table. The kind of work that Ella Jane respects. The kind of work that can take care of her. So no matter what’s happened between you and her this summer, don’t for one second think I’m jealous of you. I don’t envy anyone who gets everything handed to them. I’m not impressed, and eventually, Ella Jane won’t be either. When you head on back home to Mommy and Daddy, I’ll still be here. And so will she.”

23

Hayden

THE cold, hard truth ignited a flare of self-hatred inside of Hayden. And now he was the one who was jealous. Joe was right. He could practically see him and Ella Jane together. The thought made him want to hit something. Hard. And Cooper wasn’t done.

“Who do you think she’ll call when she really needs something? If she’s stranded on the side of the road and needs someone to tow her out? I’ll give you a hint. It probably won’t be you.”

Hayden forced a cocky grin he wasn’t really feeling. “Yeah well, at least if she calls me I’ll actually show up. You’ll have to check with her brother first, right?”

He watched as Cooper tried to murder him with his stare. “Let me guess, you’ve never been a decent friend to anyone? Screwed all your best friends’ girls behind their backs?”

“Don’t act like you know me,” Hayden said through gritted teeth. He’d done some shady stuff in his past, but he was different now. And Joe was walking a fine line between speculation and sore subjects.

“Fine. Then don’t act like you know her. Because no matter what happens between the two of you this summer, you won’t ever really know her like I do.”

Hayden’s brows dipped in confusion. What the hell was Joe talking about? Had he and Ella Jane been sneaking around behind Kyle Mason’s back? Was she maybe not as innocent as she seemed? He almost shook his head at his own stupid thoughts. No way. He’d kissed her, tasted her sweet innocence on her lips.

Coop huffed out a harsh laugh. “I can tell where your mind is going, and that’s exactly why I don’t like your ass. There’s more to knowing her than the way you’re thinking.”

“You’re a mind reader now?”

“I’m a dude, and I know you’re wondering if maybe there isn’t more to my friendship with Ellie May than meets the eye.” Cooper smirked. “Have fun wondering.”

The slamming of the screen door jerked both boys’ attention back toward the porch.

“What are y’all talking about?” Ella Jane asked as she practically skipped down the stairs to stand between them. Hayden smiled at her carefree expression. She was a much-needed breath of fresh air easing the tension that had built up in his chest.

Glancing over, he saw her appearance had the opposite effect on Cooper. The guy’s eyes darkened, and he narrowed them at Hayden for a full minute before speaking. “Nothing,” he said, clenching his jaw as soon as the word was out of his mouth.

“You, angel face. What else?” Hayden said, wishing she were standing closer to him instead of equally close to him and Coop.

“Must be a slow news day if all y’all can talk about is little ol’ me.”

“Something like that,” Coop grumbled, shooting Hayden another dirty look before nodding toward the boxes by the porch. “Get your boyfriend to carry those in. If he can lift them. Mama sent them over.”

“Tell her thank you. And Mama said to let her know we’d pay for them. She wanted to give y’all a cut of the money she made at the market anyways.”

Hayden watched as Cooper’s expression clouded over. “Don’t sweat it. I need to get back to the farm. Some of us do actual work for a living.”

Dropping his arm across Ella Jane’s shoulders, Hayden fought the urge to wink at Cooper as he got in his truck. His stomach turned at the thought that this might be temporary. Ella Jane might only be his for the summer, and then what? Would Joe make a move once he was out of the way? It gave him a headache to think about. So he didn’t even look back at the other guy and focused all of his attention on the beautiful girl at his side.

Dust and gravel flew behind him as Cooper tore out of the driveway.

“Wonder what his problem is?” Ella Jane wondered out loud.

Hayden shrugged as if he had no idea. “Who knows.”

IT was nearly seven and his grandpa still hadn’t shown up to pick him up. Hayden was exhausted from working harder than he ever had in his entire life. Covered in dirt and sweat, he sat on the Masons’ front porch and sipped the glass of tea Ella Jane had brought him. Through the open door, he could hear her sweet voice placing orders for sod and fertilizer. She used her professional voice on the phone. He’d bet money the person on the other end couldn’t tell she was only sixteen.

A breeze blew and he watched the tall grass in the field across the road bend and sway with the wind. Finishing off his drink, he stood and took in the view from the Masons’ front porch once more. There was something about this place.

A peacefulness settled over him here. No so-called friends constantly up his ass about what the plans were that weekend, which girls they were hanging out with, or whatever. No dad hounding him about drumming up more business for whatever scheme he was currently involved in. Just long days, sunshine, cool breezes, and the most beautiful girl in the world.

Deep down he hoped summer would never end. Maybe he’d talk to his parents about moving in with Gran and Pops for real. They were getting older. Surely they’d be happy to have some help.

Before he had time to really formulate a proposal, Ella Jane burst out of the house. “Hayden, your grandpa just called.”

The panicked expression she wore made his head throb. “Okay. What’d he say? Where is he?”

She swallowed hard and turned her round, bright blue eyes up to his. “He’s at the hospital. He had to take your grandma to the emergency room.”

August

Severe Storm Warning Tip # 3

They may strike quickly, with little or no warning.

24

Cameron

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” Cami looked up into Kyle’s eyes, hoping he’d drop it. She smoothed her hand down his chest, trying to distract him from his new favorite subject—convincing her to go on a real date with him. He’d been tossing the idea around for a while now, but ever since the close call at Pinkberry, Cami was more committed to hiding out at home than ever.

“You really are ashamed of me, aren’t you?” he teased, grabbing her hand in his. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she still saw a trace of wounded concern in his beautiful blue eyes. “We’ve been seeing each other for what…” He squinted, calculating their time together. “Nearly two months now. And we’ve only been on one date.”

“I like having you all to myself back here in our little oasis.” She grinned, turning in his arms to face the pool. The deck-side lounge chair they’d claimed as theirs barely fit both of their bodies. Neither of them minded the close proximity it forced.

“Yeah, but I want you to meet my friends and my sister and my mom. What good is a beauty queen for a girlfriend if I can’t show her off?” He winked to let her know he was kidding but she sighed.

“It’s complicated.” She attempted to beg him to drop it with her gaze, hoping he wouldn’t ask her to explain. “Can we please just wait a little while longer to announce us to the world?”

Cami had yet to tell Kyle everything about herself. He knew that her mother had left her home while she gallivanted around a sandy beach in a swimsuit that was better suited for someone half her age. And she’d filled him in on her father’s extramarital affair.

The two of them had bonded over the fact that their fathers couldn’t keep it in their pants. The one detail she’d left out was that she had been lying to her friends all summer. She’d even gone as far as posting beach pics of St. Tropez she’d found online to her Instagram account.

At first she was worried that Kyle would see her online fibs, but when she checked his Facebook page and saw that his last status update was eight months ago, she knew he was not a social networker. Thank goodness.

While she really did want to go out in public with Kyle, the thought of running into someone she knew and having to come up with some excuse as to why she was home—or have them expose her for the kind of person she was in public—outweighed the excitement of announcing she’d finally found a guy who made her feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

She’d found a guy who wanted her just the way she was and was proud of her even when she wasn’t wearing a tiara or winning a title. One who she could actually be honest with. Well, minus the part about her pretending to be on vacation or that up until she met him she’d been a raging bitch.

All she wanted to do was make it through the next two weeks without anyone becoming wise to her white lie of being out the country.

“I promise you’d have a good time.” He twirled a piece of her hair around his finger. “I’m an excellent date planner. Remember how much fun we had on the Fourth?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows.

“Oh, I remember. I don’t doubt that.” She’d loved watching the fireworks on the Fourth from the back of his truck. Even if the night had gotten off to a rocky start, it had ended sweetly when he asked her to dance and twirled her around to the lyrics of a sappy love song in that field on the edge of town he’d picked out just for them.

She remembered the way he’d held her close to his chest and made her feel like every word of that song had been written for them. And the way he’d kissed her lips and let her know he felt the exact same way.

She tilted her head back to look at him again. She was a sucker for his blue eyes. He could have asked her to go to the moon at that moment and she would have packed a bag.

“I was thinking I’d show you what us country kids do for fun.”

“Go on.” She was intrigued. She’d confessed to him in an earlier conversation that she’d never even been on a farm, and once he’d stopped laughing, he promised he’d take her to one.

“Well for starters, I’d come over and you’d actually walk out the front door.”

“Ha-ha,” she deadpanned. He tightened his arms around her, forcing a giggle from her lips.

“Then, I’ll give you a big bouquet of flowers that my mom whipped together from her garden.”

“I’m partial to daisies,” she informed him. “You should probably write that down.”

He laughed. “Noted.” He pulled his hand up and brushed her hair from her face. “After I present you with the biggest display of fresh daisies you’ve ever seen, I’ll walk you over to my truck and open the door for you, because I’m a gentleman.” His lips found her forehead and she felt herself start to melt the way she always did when his lips were on her body.

“This is true,” she breathed.

“Well,” he chuckled. “Not a complete gentleman, because I’m going to totally check out your ass as you climb up into the truck. I might even cop a feel.” He let the hand resting on her thigh creep around to her backside and give her a little squeeze.

“Believe it or not, I’m pretty okay with the feel-copping,” she smirked.

“That’s good, because after we have a little moonlit picnic down by the water, we’re gonna go test out the new tires on my truck down at the bottoms, and I fully plan on getting stuck in the mud with you and copping quite a few of them.”

The excitement she felt coursing through her veins at what he was insinuating had her ready to climb up in his truck and direct him to the nearest mud hole. It didn’t even matter to her that she had no interest in tires or trucks or, especially, mud.

He lowered his lips to hers as he rolled her on top of him. Cami wiggled herself up to increase the friction between their lips. Kyle’s mouth welcomed hers as if they’d been waiting a lifetime to see each other again. She nipped his bottom lip between her teeth, and it was taking every ounce of control Cami had not to come undone at the seams. When her lungs finally forced her to take a break and inhale, she saw the cocky look of victory in Kyle’s eyes.

“So, I’ll pick you up next Saturday night at seven,” he stated confidently.

“What’s a girl supposed to wear on a country date?” she asked, still not agreeing to his terms, despite how fun it sounded.

“I’m a sucker for a girl in a sundress.” He winked at her. “Just throw on some boots and you’ll be set.”

“We might have a problem then.” She pushed off of the sides of the chair and sat up, straddling him. “I don’t have any boots.”

“You’re kidding me.” Judging by the serious look on his face, Cami could tell he didn’t believe her. “No way does a girl from Oklahoma not own a pair of cowboy boots.”

She shook her head. “Sorry to disappoint you.” She rocked back on her heels, causing Kyle to squirm in his seat. “I’ve never had a place or reason to wear them. I do have about twenty-two pairs of heels and a nice collection of flip-flops.”

“Well that’s just a damn shame.” Wrapping his hands around her tiny waist, Kyle pulled himself up so they were nose to nose. “Any girl with legs like yours needs to have a sexy pair of boots.”

“I guess we can’t go then,” Cami shrugged, hoping that would be the end of their discussion. Even though she knew that the chances of her running into someone she knew were slim, especially out in the middle of nowhere, she didn’t want to risk it. She couldn’t stand the thought of being embarrassed in front of Kyle.

Her friends were ruthless. She knew this because up until this summer she’d been the first one to call someone out on their bullshit. In fact, she used to get off on declaring her superiority. She expected the same bitchiness from the circle she ran with that she had delved out on a regular basis pre-Kyle. Now all of that seemed trivial. Now all she wanted was to be happy and worry about herself… and Kyle.

She’d hoped that they could keep their relationship on the down low until summer was over—or at least until she could surprise him with the early admissions letter she was expecting from Oklahoma State.

After that, she was going to tell the world that she was dating him. Including her parents. How could they not be impressed with a superstar rookie wide receiver? She knew she was.

25

Ella Jane

ELLA Jane rolled over in bed and checked her phone once more. It was almost midnight and she hadn’t heard a word from Hayden since she’d dropped him off at the hospital hours ago. His grandma had been in the intensive care unit and it was family only so there’d been no point in her staying. Though she’d offered. Several times.

After typing out a text that said: Please let me know something. Praying everything is okay, she pressed send and stared at the screen until the glow made her eyes hurt.

At some point she must’ve dosed off because the chiming sound that alerted her to a new text message startled her.

Blinking until her eyes adjusted, Ella Jane dug her phone out from under the covers and read Hayden’s message.

She’s ok. Pops and I are going home now. She’ll get to come home tomorrow.

She breathed a sigh of relief and texted back.

Thank goodness. I’m so glad. Will I see you at work this week?

She felt awful for even asking. But the thought of not seeing him made her feel sick. His response came a little slower this time.

Not sure. I’ll call you tomorrow. Get some sleep, angel face.

She smiled in the darkness. Even in a crisis, he still called her by the nickname she’d grown to love.

Panic threatened to sweep over her as she texted him goodnight.

She’d never lost sleep over a guy. Not even Coop.

Hugging her phone to her chest, she lay there wondering what was happening to her.

Maybe she was growing to love more than just the nickname Hayden Prescott had given her.

THE first week of August sucked. Bad.

The only time Ella Jane saw Hayden was when her mom sent her over to his grandparents’ house to deliver soup and casseroles. And most of the time her mom came right along with her. But she and Hayden still managed to steal a few minutes alone together when they could.

“Gran seems to be doing better,” Ella Jane said as she and Hayden stepped outside while her mom finished her visit.

“She is. Pops said she just overdid it a bit and needed to rest. She forgets that she’s in her seventies sometimes.”

“It’s no wonder. They’re the most active senior citizens I know. Mama says Pops stays so busy he could run through Hell barefoot and not even get a sunburn.”

Hayden chuckled. “They’re something else all right. It’s been interesting being home with them all week. Though mostly I’ve been running Pops’s errands while he stays with her. You guys doing okay without me? Business hasn’t shut down, has it?” Hayden teased as they sat on her tailgate in his grandparents’ driveway.

“It’s rough. We’re managing though.” She nudged him with her shoulder, letting her arm rest against his. “Coop’s been coming by in the evenings to help out.”

Hayden stiffened beside her. “Oh yeah? I bet he’s loving that.”

Ella Jane snorted. “Oh yeah. Nothing like mowing a huge lawn and pulling weeds after a long day of working on the farm.”

“No, I’m sure that part sucks. But the getting to see you every night is probably making his life complete.”

Grinning and shaking her head, Ella Jane raised her eyebrows at him. “You are seriously jealous of Coop? He sees me as a little sister, Hayden. Always has. Always will.”

Hayden’s normally bright green eyes were dark when they met hers. “No. He doesn’t. But more importantly, I’d like to know what you see him as.”

Whoa. Where is this coming from? Ella Jane tried to keep calm as Hayden basically accused her of still wanting her brother’s best friend. She chewed her lip as she watched her feet dangle off the truck bed. How to phrase this? “Honestly, once upon a time I had a crush on Coop.” She shrugged. “But then you came along and…I don’t know. It seems kind of silly now, I guess. We’re just friends. That’s all we’ll ever be.”

“Mmhm. Friends,” Hayden mumbled under his breath.

Leaning back and eyeing him speculatively, she grinned. “Jealousy is kind of hot on you. Even though you have no reason to be, I kind of like seeing you worried about someone stealing me away.” She winked and nudged him again.

“Hell yeah I’m worried about that. I’m going home in like two weeks. Then what’s going to happen?”

The stark realization hit her hard enough to rob the air from her lungs. Two weeks. Fourteen days. Hayden would go back to his world of fancy cars and malls and girls who wore designer clothes… She squeezed her eyes shut. The lump forming in her throat made it necessary unless she wanted to let him see the tears welling in them.

“What do you want to happen?” she whispered without looking at him.

“Hey,” Hayden said softly, nudging her back. “I want to see you every weekend. I want to meet at The Ridge and watch trains every night we can. I want to pick you up in my car when it’s fixed and take you on a real date. And you have to meet the most important person in my life. My English bulldog, Atticus.”

Her face broke into a huge grin as she looked up at him. “Really?”

“Yes, really. I tried to talk my parents into letting me stay and letting me bring Atticus out here with me, but for some reason they’re dead set on me coming home. I think they suspect I’m just in the way and that I’m somehow responsible for Gran’s recent episode.”

Ella Jane gasped. “What? Why would they think that? If anything, you’ve been a huge help. Not just to your grandparents but with my family’s business too.”

“Thanks, babe. Glad someone thinks I’m worth something.” He smiled, but Ella Jane didn’t miss the fact that it didn’t reach his eyes.

“I think you’re worth a whole lot of something, Hayden. You’re worth a lot to me anywa—” She had more to say, but he dropped his mouth to hers before she could finish. As his soft, warm lips pressed against hers, she realized she didn’t mind him cutting her off one bit.

KISSING Hayden in the back of her truck was amazing. So was kissing him at the train tracks, in the barn, the tool shed, and out by the pond. They took turns pulling away and swearing they needed to get back to work, but five minutes later they’d both be hungry for more. And neither of them had enough willpower to ignore that hunger.

“I almost quit, you know,” Hayden mumbled against her lips, situating himself between her thighs. Ella Jane ignored the cold metal of the tool bench she was sitting on and focused on the warmth Hayden was causing.

“Your job? Here?” She placed a chaste kiss on his lips before pulling back to pout up at him.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “I was over it on day one. I literally had my phone in my hand and was about to call my parents and beg them to let me come home and work off my debt another way.”

She laughed. God, he had been such a mess that first week. But now he was the first one to show up every morning and the last one to leave. Even her mom was impressed with what a hard worker he’d become. Granted, she didn’t know about all the secret kissing breaks they took. “So what happened?”

“You happened,” he said, gripping her legs tighter and pulling her closer. His mouth pressed to hers and she opened for him. Shivers broke down her spine as his tongue swept inside. He tugged her bottom lip with his teeth before explaining any further. “You walked out of that house and I thought I’d died and gone to Heaven. Then you yelled at me and I knew I had.”

“Then I sprayed you with the hose because you were a jackass.”

Now it was his turn to laugh. “Pretty sure that’s when I fell in love with you.”

Both of them froze at his unexpected admission. “Y-you’re in love with me?” Ella Jane’s heart stuttered right along with her speech.

She watched as Hayden took a deep breath and raked a hand through his hair. The thick knot in his throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Totally did not mean to put that out there like that.”

Ouch. She winced as he took his words back. But she put on a brave face and pretended like it wasn’t a big deal. Waving her hand in between them, she hopped down off the bench. “No big. I know what you meant.”

Before she could make it two steps, Hayden grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him. “No, I don’t think you do. I meant, that wasn’t how I planned to tell you. I planned to surprise you at The Ridge with a picnic or something thoughtful. I didn’t mean to blurt it out in a toolshed.”

She studied his face for any signs that he might be messing with her. “How do you know you’re in love with me?” she challenged.

Much to her relief, he didn’t back down. “Well,” he began, pulling her in close to nuzzle her neck, “I think about you constantly.” He placed a whisper of a kiss behind her ear. “I can’t keep my hands off of you.” Brushing his mouth along her jawline, he caused her to shiver noticeably. “And I pretty much jump out of bed every morning nearly bursting with excitement to see you. To hear what you’re going to say or what name you’ll call me. And I was definitely never a morning person before. Look at me. I’m spending my day off at work just to be with you. I would’ve kicked my own ass if someone had told me I would be like this.”

She’d heard enough. Leaping into his arms, she crashed her lips to his.

When they finally came up for air, she grinned. “In that case, you might not be the only one who fell, Hayden Prescott. And you’re my favorite pain in the ass city boy in the whole wide world.”

“Easy,” he teased, kissing her once more.

The door to the shed swung open suddenly and sunlight burst into their private make-out spot. Ella Jane’s heart clenched in her chest. She jumped back from Hayden’s embrace and straightened her shirt.

“Perdón,” Marcos, the horticulturist, said. He mumbled some words in Spanish and grabbed the sprayer hanging on the side wall.

Once he was gone, she let a nervous giggle escape. But when she looked up, Hayden’s face was serious.

“What’s wrong? Marcos won’t tell on us. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have a green card. And he likes me. I taught his daughter to read.”

“Who did you think that was, Ella Jane?” Hayden asked quietly.

“Um, I had no idea. He surprised the crap out of me. Why?”

“If it had been Cooper, or your brother, what would you have done?” His jaw clenched. She reached up to soothe it.

“I would’ve told them to go the hell away. And then I would’ve thrown myself in front of you before one of them punched you in the face.”

“So you don’t care if they know we’re together?”

“Hayden, I just told you I loved you. I’ll admit this is all new to me. But I don’t say things I don’t mean. And as much as I’m dreading what overprotective jerks they’re going to be about it, they can deal. I’ve watched them with girls for the last couple of years and I haven’t been rude to anyone they brought around.” Though it had stung to see Cooper with girls sometimes. But that was no longer an issue.

In a way, it was a relief. She was glad she was finally coming to terms with the fact that Coop would always be just a friend. The constant unrequited pining thing was getting to be kind of hard to handle. She didn’t miss the pain of rejection one bit.

“Joe doesn’t have brotherly feelings for you, angel face. I wish he did. But it’s more than that. Dude is pretty much plotting to steal you away first chance he gets.”

The sunlight caused both of them to squint as they exited the shed.

She scoffed out loud. “Um, no he’s not. Trust me.”

“What if he is? What if the minute summer’s over and I’m gone he tells you he wants you and asks you to ditch me? What then?”

“Geez. As much as the super-full-of-yourself version of you bugs me, this insecure version is pretty annoying too. Hayden, I’m with you. Period. What about you? You going to just forget about me when summer’s over?”

He sighed and kissed her on top of the head before they headed off in different directions. “Ella Jane, I couldn’t forget about you if I tried.”

A few hours and a few more stolen kisses later, Hayden’s granddad pulled up to pick him up from work. Hand in hand, Ella Jane walked with him to the truck.

“Hi, Pops,” she called through the open window. “Mama made sweet potato casserole for you and Gran if you want to come in and get some. Or I can run in and get it.”

“Hey, pretty girl,” Edwin Prescott called back with a wink. “Save me some. I’ve gotta get to the tractor supply store before they close.”

“Yes, sir.”

Gravel and dust flew around them as Coop and Kyle pulled up in the driveway behind Hayden’s grandpa. Ella Jane’s shoulders stiffened. Well…it was now or never. She stepped in between where Hayden stood and where Coop’s truck was parked.

Testosterone surged among the three of them as the two boys got out of the truck. Kyle nodded and stepped around to speak with Mr. Prescott. EJ half-listened as they chatted about football. Cooper glared at Hayden and Hayden glared right back.

Well this was awkward.

“Come on, boy. Let’s go. I gotta get movin’,” Hayden’s grandpa called out, his tone completely different than the one he’d used when speaking to EJ.

“I’ll call you later,” Hayden said quietly. “If you want me to.”

Ella Jane turned her back on Cooper and Kyle and frowned up at him. “Of course I want you to.”

“Okay. See ya.” He started to get into the truck but she wasn’t having it. He’d asked what she would’ve done in front of Kyle and Coop. He was nervous that she’d trade him in for Coop or something. And much to her own surprise, she realized that she wouldn’t.

So she pulled at Hayden’s arm and kissed him square on the mouth in front of God and everybody.

26

Kyle

“I bet Mom would be thrilled to know you’re sucking face with the new lawn boy every chance you get. Pretty sure she’s not paying him to stick his tongue down your throat.” Kyle Mason crossed his arms and glared at both his sister and the memory of what he’d just seen.

“You shut your mouth, Kyle Mason. You don’t go rattin’ me out for kissin’ when you know good and well I could hear you and Mindy Christensen in your bedroom all those times. That headboard was slammin’ like a screen door in a thunderstorm. Neighbors probably heard it.”

“Jesus. Fine. My lips are sealed. But from now on, you keep yours sealed too. And don’t ever bring that up again.” He turned and started to walk toward the barn. Coop had already bolted out there the second he saw EJ’s lips land on Hayden Prescott’s. “Hey, EJ?” He stopped and turned back to his sister. “Promise me you’ll use your head. Some guys—”

“I’ve already had the birth control talk with Mama. I don’t need a refresher course from you.”

“Omigod. No.” He shook his head in disgust. “We are not talking about that. And for the record, you are way too young to even be thinking about that.”

“Says the guy who lost it to a senior girl his freshman year,” she replied.

“What? How do you…Who told you?” He stumbled through a slew of barely coherent words.

“Small town, remember?” She crossed her arms over her chest and waited for her brother to collect himself.

“Anyway,” he continued on an exasperated sigh. “What I was going to say is be careful. Don’t go falling in love with the first guy that shows you a little bit of attention. There’s plenty of fish in the sea.” He looked at the barn and saw Coop leaning up against the door waiting for him.

“I’m a big girl, Kyle,” she began, glaring at him with everything she was worth. “I can handle it. For your information, I’m basically running this business. Dad’s gone and you’re never here and Mama is more depressed than she lets on. I make sure the work orders get put in and finished. I’m the one here handling inventory and payroll and—”

“Okay, I get it. You can handle it. I know you can,” he said, raising his arms in surrender before wrapping them around her. “I just worry about you ending up with some asshole. Some guys only want one thing, and I don’t want you to get taken advantage of. Because spending my life in jail for murder would suck.”

His little sister rolled her eyes up at him. “I know that. I’m not stupid. I would never just give it up to some asshole.” She pulled back to look at her brother. “And for the record, Hayden is not an asshole.”

“I’m not saying he is.” He sighed deeply. “I just want you to really think before you jump into something serious.”

“I will,” she slapped him lightly on the chest as they broke their hug. “It’s not like it matters anyways.” She paused to smile up at him. “In your eyes, no guy is ever going to be good enough.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” He snickered as he walked away. “There might be one or two out there that I wouldn’t punch in the face for looking at you.” He gave her a wink and headed off.

“Thanks, big brother,” she called out. Shaking his head, he smiled to himself. His little sister was growing up. Soon she wouldn’t need her big brother around. But he would still be there. No matter what, he’d promised himself he would always be there for EJ. Always.

“You know he’s just using her, right? Passing the time until he goes back to Bitch Boy Land,” Coop threw at him as soon as he entered the barn.

Kyle took a deep breath as he sat down on a stack of fertilizer bags still bound by shrink wrap. “I just had a talk with her. I mean, I told her to be careful, you know? Not a whole lot else I can do about it.”

Coop frowned at him. “Uh, yeah, the hell there is a lot else you can do about it. You’re her big brother. Scare the shit out of him. Tell her to stay away from him.”

He shook his head. “Come on, man. We were both sixteen not that long ago. You know good and damn well what happens when someone tells a sixteen-year-old not to do something. The minute I pull something like that, she’ll be sneaking off with him every chance she gets.” He smirked at his friend, whose jealousy was showing plain as day. “He might not be so bad. He’s a hard enough worker. Other than that, what do we know about this guy?”

Coop huffed out a breath. “Exactly. That’s exactly the point. We don’t know shit about him. But I don’t like him. And I sure as hell don’t trust him.”

“Yeah, I’m picking up what you’re putting down. I am. But you’re not the one dating him, right?”

Coop’s face was a deep shade of crimson by the time he responded. “What the hell, man? You freak out about any guy so much as glancing in her direction. But this guy, this shady dick from the Bluffs, sticks his freaking tongue down her throat and you’re just cool with it?” Something crossed his face that looked an awful lot like hurt—or maybe betrayal.

“I wouldn’t say I’m cool with it. More like I’ve just realized that sometimes there’s more to it than what’s on the surface.”

Kyle couldn’t help but think of Cami. If he and Cami could have something real, despite being from two different worlds, maybe Ella Jane and her Bluffs boy could, too. Didn’t seem so unreasonable. At least the guy had the guts to be upfront about his feelings. Kyle had given him a few intimidating stares, just to see if he backed down. He hadn’t. Obviously, whatever he had going with EJ was the real deal if he could stand his ground with her big brother. It was more than he could say for Coop.

“You got something you want to tell me, man?”

“I don’t know, Mase. Maybe. You tell me about your mystery girl and maybe I’ll tell you why I hate Bitch Boy so much. What do you say?”

The grin that lit up Kyle’s face at the mention of his mystery girl should have answered any question Coop could possibly have. But he was worried his friend was going to have an aneurysm if they kept talking about EJ and what’s-his-ass. So he threw the guy a bone.

“She’s…special. Open and guarded all at the same time. It’s her family’s account I do work for on Sunday afternoons.”

“In the Bluffs?” Coop asked while leaning up against the interior wall of the barn.

“Yeah, so?”

“So you got a sugar mama now. No wonder you’re all soft and shit.”

“I’m not soft, it’s just…I don’t know, man. She makes me think about things differently. Everything isn’t black and white, rich and rural, us and them. Her life isn’t as easy as it looks from the outside.”

“Oh yeah, I bet life in the Bluffs is real tough.” Coop paused to snort out a noise of sarcasm. “So you get to play Prince Charming and she has a fling with the help. Sounds like a porno I saw once.”

“Just once?” Kyle clenched his teeth, glaring hard to let his friend know he wouldn’t tolerate any shit-talking about his Belle. “Watch yourself, Coop. Best friends or not, I’ll still kick your ass. Her parents ditched her this summer. We talk a lot, and…” For a moment, all Kyle Mason could see was her face. The wariness in her eyes, the fear of opening up only to be hurt. Let down. Like that’s all she knew. Expected. His voice thickened as he recalled her words. “They never tell her they love her. Like, ever. I get the impression they’re dicks.”

“Well…that does suck.”

“Yeah. So that’s all I’m sharing today, doctor. So what about you? You ready to tell me what your real problem with EJ’s little friend is?”

“Call it a gut feeling. As in, every time I see him, I want to punch him in the gut. Or the face. Or maybe both.”

Kyle folded his arms and watched his friend fidget. “Yeah? You ever think about why that might be? Specifically, I mean.”

Coop shook his head. “Forget it. You’re her brother and you’re not worried. Guess I shouldn’t be either.”

“Man, I worry about her all the time. Just like I worry about my mom, baking night and day so she doesn’t have to stop and face the fact that my sorry-ass dad left us hanging in the wind.” Kyle paused to swallow the emotion his words had drudged up into his throat. “It kills me that EJ has to pick up the slack with the business instead of just getting to enjoy her summer. But I’m leaving soon. I can’t very well tell both of them what to do and how to live their lives and then leave just like he did, now can I?”

“Guess not.”

After that, Coop dropped it, but Kyle could see the warning signs, the storm brewing in his friend’s eyes. The clenched fists and the ticking jaw told him Coop was definitely still worried about it—and still holding a serious grudge. No matter what he said.

But if he’d learned anything growing up in Oklahoma, it was that sometimes it didn’t matter how many warnings you had. Sometimes you still couldn’t see the storm coming until it was too late.

27

Hayden

“HEY, Pops, can I ask you something?”

“Better ask quick. I ain’t gettin’ any younger.”

Hayden watched out the window as the Oklahoma plains blurred past. Hope’s Grove had grown on him. He felt more at home here than he ever had in his actual house. “How old were you and grandma when you got married?”

The old man whistled under his breath. “That musta been some kiss little EJ laid on you.”

Chuckling, he clarified. “No, I mean, weren’t you in the war and stuff?”

“The war and stuff.” He snorted. “What the hell are they teaching you kids in school these days?”

Not much, Hayden wanted to tell him. But that was beside the point. “I thought I heard Dad say you got married and then you deployed right after.”

The old man cleared his throat and readjusted his grip on the steering wheel. “I shipped out the day after our wedding. Why?”

“I just wondered…I mean, how did you know grandma wouldn’t just find someone else while you were away?”

“I didn’t. No way I could’ve known what would happen. I look like a damned fortune teller to you?”

“No, sir.” Hayden fought the urge to roll his eyes. “So if you didn’t know for sure, why get married when you were leaving anyways?”

Surprisingly, the old man’s eyes began to look a little watery. Hayden gaped at him.

“We got married because we were in love. If she’d have found someone who made her happier than I did while I was away, well, so be it. That’s what love is. You put the other person’s happiness before your own. Even if it hurts like hell.”

He considered this for a minute. If Ella Jane decided she’d be happier with Cooper, Hayden didn’t know if he could handle it. Not like that anyways.

“I would’ve shot the bastard’s balls off when I got home, of course. But then I would’ve shook his hand and wished them the best.”

Hayden grinned. Yeah. That was more like it. “You know, you’re not so bad sometimes.”

“You either, kid. In fact, I might not trade you for anyone else after all.” His granddad’s expression hazed over as he scratched his chin. “But if you knock up the Mason girl, you’re as good as dead to me.”

Hayden shook his head as they pulled into the parking lot of the tractor supply store. “It’s not…it’s not like that.”

“Son, I was seventeen once. Granted, it was a long time ago. But seventeen is seventeen. And if I remember correctly, it’s always like that.”

AFTER running errands with his granddad for most of the evening, Hayden was starving by the time they got home. He knew his grandma was already in bed, so he only heated up two of the chicken pot pies Ella Jane’s mom had brought.

As the minutes ticked down on the microwave’s timer, he tried not to think about how much time his grandma was spending in bed this summer.

Though his memories weren’t crystal clear, he could still remember that she’d been the one to get up and cook breakfast when he was a kid. And she’d been the one to tuck him in every night. He’d held on to those memories for as long as he could because his parents weren’t like that. And their housekeeper Marisol wasn’t either. The only real love and affection he’d ever received was from his grandma. He smiled at the memory of her being his wingman a few weeks ago. He probably had her to thank for giving him the courage to make a move with Ella Jane.

But his grandma wasn’t the same fiery woman she’d been. Now she was still resting when he left for work and already in bed when he got home. Glancing around the untouched kitchen, he wondered if she’d actually gotten out of bed much since getting out of the hospital.

“None for me,” Pops said, interrupting Hayden’s thoughts as he stepped into the kitchen. “I’m heading on up to check on your grandma then I’m sacking out myself.”

“You sure, Old Timer?” Hayden pulled the pie out of the microwave and set it aside. “A man’s gotta eat, you know.”

His grandfather nodded and forced a smile. “I’m good. I ate earlier. Night, kiddo.”

“Pops?” Hayden called out.

“Yeah?” The old man turned and raised a weary brow.

“Gran’s okay, right? If something was really wrong, you’d tell me—wouldn’t you?”

His granddad paused for a beat but then nodded. “Yeah. It’s nothing to worry about. She just gets tuckered out more easily than us men do.” His weathered mouth attempted a grin but wasn’t successful.

Hayden froze just as he was about to put the extra pie back in the fridge.

A memory that had been lost in the years since surfaced and pulled him back in time.

It’s not anything to worry about, his granddad had told his seven-year-old self. She just gets tuckered out more easily than us men do.

He gripped the counter in an attempt to stay upright. This had happened before. His very last summer in Hope’s Grove.

The pie he’d meant to slide onto the shelf fell to the floor. “No,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper as he remembered. “You lied. You lied back then and you’re lying now.”

Shoving past the old man, Hayden bounded up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He didn’t so much as take a breath until he reached her door.

“Dammit, Hayden,” his granddad called up after him.

Pressing the door open, Hayden nearly lost his power of speech when he saw her. She looked so small and frail in the big bed, surrounded by pink, flowery pillows. She looked peaceful. Too peaceful. More like she was on death’s doorstep than just resting.

A lump rose in his throat as his grandpa appeared behind him. “Let her rest. She needs her rest.”

Whirling around, Hayden glared at his grandpa. “I’m seventeen, not seven,” he hissed out. “How about you tell me the truth now?”

Crooking his finger and gesturing back at the doorway, his grandpa left the room. Hayden followed. Once they were safely in the hallway, his grandfather spoke, keeping his voice even despite the anguish rolling off of him. “Your grandmother has a rare form of dementia, kind of like Alzheimer’s. She gets confused, gets tired easily, and sometimes has no idea who any of us are. Herself included.”

“What? No.” Hayden shook his head. She was the sharpest woman he knew. Always had been. Except…slowly, as if a movie was playing backwards in his head, he started to recall strange things from his childhood. Jumbled pieces of memories that made no sense.

Him and his grandma wandering around in the parking lot at the grocery store, looking for their truck when they’d walked there. Her leaving the oven on one Thanksgiving and setting a green bean casserole on fire. The summer she’d filled a kiddie pool for him and accidentally flooded the whole house. And a few weeks ago when she’d cut herself making pie with Ella Jane and hadn’t even noticed. He and EJ had to bandage up her hand, both of them trying to ask her if she was okay while she gazed at them with a vacant look in her eyes.

“It was just before your eighth birthday when we found out it was more than just forgetfulness. It was a lot for a little kid to handle. And by the time she was on medication and doing okay, you already had plans for the summer.”

“And now? You’re telling me now because—”

“Because doctors aren’t giving her much time. She barely eats. I took her to the ER because she collapsed. They said at this rate she might not make it another month. You’re here this summer because it’s probably her last.”

Emotions Hayden wasn’t familiar with burst through him in rapid succession. Anger. Fear. Sadness. Frustration. Anger again.

“But…” he began, struggling to get the thoughts to form into words. “All these years, why didn’t anyone tell me? I could’ve been coming every summer and helping and I would’ve—”

“Ah,” his grandpa huffed out a breath. “You had summer camp, then lacrosse tournaments, and that study abroad program. You didn’t have time for us old folk.”

Regret nearly choked him. His parents had asked a few times if he wanted to visit Gran and Pops but he blew it off year after year. He just wanted to be with his friends. Friends that couldn’t give a shit about him really. But he’d chosen them over the woman who loved him more than anyone ever had. Because he was a selfish dick.

“I don’t…I didn’t know,” was all he could say for himself. But deep down he wondered if he would’ve come even if he had known. “So they’re just doing nothing? Can’t she stay in the hospital? They could feed her through a tube or something.”

His grandpa shook his head. “What kind of life does that sound like to you, son?”

“But she can’t…she can’t just…” She can’t just die, he wanted to say but couldn’t bring himself to. “There’s got to be some type of medicine or therapy or something…”

“Hogwash,” his grandpa growled. “Your Gran and me don’t trust those kooks as far as we can throw them. This is life, son. We’ve had a long, happy life together, and that’s how we’ll go. Together. In this house. Our home.”

Hayden stood there, across from the toughest man he knew as the old man’s eyes filled with tears. But the hardened war vet didn’t allow a single one of them to fall.

“You being here this summer meant a lot to her. Don’t go ruining the rest of it by acting all sappy around her. You know nothing, you hear me?”

“Y-yes. Yes, sir,” Hayden choked out. “What about the end-of-summer thing? Surely we’re not still doing that.”

Every year he’d been allowed to throw a party on some of his grandparents’ land. A huge field that straddled the line between Hope’s Grove and Summit Bluffs. Even though he hadn’t had anything to do with them, they’d still let him have his back-to-school bonfire on their property.

Some of his buddies from back home had already been texting him about it. He’d actually been looking forward to taking Ella Jane, but now a party was the last thing he wanted.

“Yes we are still doing that. I meant what I said. Your gran would be pissed if we started fussing over her. She nearly tanned my hide for taking her to the hospital last week.” The old man got a faraway look in his eyes. But then he snapped back to the present and pinned Hayden with his I-mean-business stare. “You do your thing, business as usual. And don’t go running and telling the Mason girl—or anyone else for that matter. It would break her heart if she knew people knew and were pitying her. You break her heart and I’ll break your neck. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” Hayden answered as he ambled off to his room.

That night he lay awake in bed thinking of all the ways he’d failed his grandparents over the years. All the summers he’d filled with asinine bullcrap instead of being with them. Maybe if he’d helped out more…but he didn’t know for sure if it would’ve made any difference.

In two weeks he’d just go back home and desert his grandma again. And a beautiful blue-eyed blonde he couldn’t stand to think of leaving. But what choice did he have? It felt like everyone had been making decisions for him his whole life. Where he went, what he did, how much he did or didn’t know. He had no idea how to get control of the runaway train that had become his life.

28

Cameron

“I cannot wait to hear all about St. Tropez,” Raquel, Cami’s friend, excitedly gushed through the phone receiver. “This summer has sucked without you.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Cami replied, rolling her eyes. She knew exactly what Raquel meant when she’d said the summer had sucked without her.

Cami was sure Raquel was dying to know what Cami was doing. That was kind of her thing. They may have acted like best friends, but frenemies was probably a more accurate term. Sure, they loved shopping, talking about boys, and doing all of the superficial things friends did together, but she wouldn’t have trusted Raquel with her goldfish—if she had one, that was—much less with any of her actual secrets. Add all of that to the fact that Raquel was Cami’s number one competition in all things pageant and it was pretty much guaranteed that their relationship would never be classified as solid.

“So did you give it up to some hottie poolside or what?”

“Something like that,” she answered vaguely. “I’ll tell you all about it when I get home next week,” she lied. Cami had decided that she was going to let the summer blow over and then she was going to slowly introduce Kyle to her world. By the time the new school year got underway, everyone would be over the summer vacation gossip.

“Can’t wait! I’ll see you soon! Kisses!” Raquel disconnected the call, leaving Cami wondering why she’d ever even attempted a friendship with her. Kisses? Really?

When she pulled her phone from her ear, she noticed a new text message. It was one she’d been dreading all summer. Hayden.

We need to talk when you get home.

Cami thought about how to respond for the better part of five minutes. What does he need to talk about? She knew that when they’d agreed to take a break this summer, there had been an unspoken agreement that when school started back up they’d be back together, but things were different now. She messaged him back.

I’ll call you when I get back in town.

They had been friends for long enough that both of them knew the other person wasn’t truly content with the façade of a relationship they put up. Surely Hayden would understand that she was in a new relationship. He’d be happy for her. She hoped.

The summer sky was overcast that day, and according to weather reports, Cami and Kyle’s first official date was set to include a thunderstorm. Rescheduling was out of the question too. Nothing but thunder and lightning over the next few days.

She fiddled with the strap of the dress she was wearing as she watched out the front window for him to arrive. Mother Nature was right on cue, and as soon as she saw his truck pull into the driveway, the clouds opened up, releasing a summer’s worth of rain.

She giggled as Kyle booked it from his truck to the front door, using a bouquet of fresh daisies as a makeshift umbrella. Before he could knock, Cami pulled one of the double doors open and motioned for him to come into the foyer.

“Nice place,” he exhaled as he caught his breath and looked around her house, shaking the water from his head and hands. All those nights spent with Cami in the backyard and this was the first time he’d actually been inside.

“Thanks,” she grinned, waiting for him to hand her flowers. “Those for me?”

“Maybe,” he chuckled, tucking the flowers behind his back. “What’ll ya give me for ’em?”

She tiptoed up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “This,” she whispered, lightly pressing her lips to his. Before he could snake his free hand around her waist and cinch her to him, she reached behind him and grabbed the flowers from his hand.

“Hey!” He tried to grab her hand, but she gracefully spun away, taking her daisies with her.

“These are beautiful.” She beamed, admiring the ribbon-wrapped bouquet in her hands, and made her way into the kitchen.

“Yeah they are,” he agreed. “Definitely worth more than some measly peck,” he teased as she placed the flowers in a vase she had waiting on the counter. He made his way up behind her as she arranged the flowers the way she wanted them and wrapped his arms around her.

“I suppose I owe you a proper thank you,” she conceded as his lips burned hot against her neck.

“I’ll take an IOU.” He laughed. “Right now we need to figure out what we are going to do since my mostly outdoor date has been sidelined by the rain.”

“Lucky for you, I’m an excellent date planner,” she sassed. “I actually checked the weather.” Cami pulled away from Kyle’s embrace, linked her fingers between his, and led him out the French doors to the place they always seemed to end up. The steady flow of rain danced across the top of the pool as Cami and Kyle stood side by side under the porch awning.

“I hope you’re not wanting to take a swim,” Kyle said. As if on cue, a clap of thunder rumbled overhead.

“Nope,” she grinned and pointed at the pool house. “We’re headed there.” A soft glow illuminated its windows. She dropped her hand from his and, with a playful wag of her finger, invited him to follow her.

Despite her best efforts to make a mad dash across the patio, by the time Cami slid the glass door open and stepped in, the drenched turquoise sundress she’d picked out especially for Kyle clung to her skin. As she attempted to detangle her rain-soaked hair, Kyle stepped through the door behind her.

“What’s all this?” he asked, running his hand through his wet, sandy-colored hair. The low platform bed in the center of the room was surrounded by dozens of glowing candles.

“I didn’t want our date to be a total waste because of the rain.” Cami pulled a towel from the shelf next to her and wrapped it around her shoulders before tossing one to Kyle. “I thought maybe we could move our picnic inside,” she added, walking over to the bed and opening a picnic basket that was waiting in the middle.

Before Cami could retrieve the items from the basket, Kyle stepped up behind her, closing the basket lid.

“Not hungry?” Cami asked, turning to face him. “I cooked all day for you,” she said, trying to fight back a smile. “And by me I mean Sophie.”

She expected Kyle to give her some grief about being a stereotypical spoiled, rich girl who couldn’t cook, but his eyes said that whatever he was about to say was serious.

“It can wait.” Reaching for the towel Cami held snugly around her, he tugged her toward him. “There’s something I need to do first,” he stated.

Cami felt her heartbeat speed up as Kyle removed the towel from her shoulders and tossed it aside. She thought about the first day they met and how she was quick to reveal what she had under her towel. But now, something had changed. Despite the fact that she was fully clothed under that towel, she felt ten times more vulnerable than that first day.

Maybe it was the fact that she knew what was about to happen in that candle-lit pool house, or maybe it was the fact that, unlike that first day, she was in love with the boy standing in front of her. But she was pretty certain that it was because she knew, without a doubt, that no one was ever going to love her the way Kyle Mason did.

29

Kyle

THIS was it. The moment he’d thought about pretty much every hour on the hour since he’d first laid eyes on her. Kyle felt his hand tremble as he brushed a piece of hair from her face and hoped that she couldn’t sense how nervous he really was. He’d never told a girl he loved her before, and as much as he wanted to shout it from the rooftops, a small part of him was worried she’d reject him. She was champagne and caviar and he was beer and corndogs.

Cami pursed her lips the way she always did when things started to get intense. He would have bet money that she was racking her brain for some sarcastic remark to detour the palpable tension that had thickened the air in the room. But as Kyle ran his hand down her arms, helping her fight the chill of the air conditioner against her wet skin, he watched her pull in a breath and let her eyes fall shut at his touch.

“I haven’t told you just how pretty you look tonight,” he said, placing his lips on her bare shoulder. Her hands found his chest and fisted the damp gray T-shirt he was wearing, pulling him closer. “I mean it, Cami.” His lips hovered above her skin as he moved his mouth up to her ear. “You’re amazing. I, um, I…” Kyle nervously stumbled over his words while trying to read her expression.

He remembered one of their lounge chair conversations. The one where she confessed that she had never been in love. Hell, the girl had told him that she’d never even said those words to her parents, and sadder yet, they’d never said it to her. He couldn’t imagine growing up in a house where he didn’t hear those words. His mom told him and his sister that she loved them all the time.

Back then, it was easy for him to give her a flirty response “Let’s see what we can do about that then.” But that was two months ago, and he knew now that they were beyond a summer fling. He loved this girl and he wanted a future with her. He wanted to be the one to say I love you to her every day.

Just as he’d finally mustered up the courage to tell her how he felt, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. The urgency of her mouth against his led him to believe she was done talking.

Her hands moved down to tug at the hem of his shirt. He lifted his arms, allowing her to pull it over his head. A questioning smile appeared on his face as she tossed the shirt to the floor. A questioning smile that silently asked if she was sure she wanted to continue. He had never pressured her to do anything with him. In fact, he was the one who had set the pace for their physical relationship.

Cami may have been reluctant to get to know Kyle back in the beginning. She’d made it pretty clear that day they met that if he’d wanted to hit it and forget it he could have. As he looked down in her brown eyes, he was glad he’d suggested they take it slow. Sure, it might have resulted in more than one cold shower on his part, but he’d known the moment he saw her that she was something special.

Every Sunday they’d spent together in that lounge chair—the sweet kisses in the pool, the late night phone calls and texts, the sharing of secrets and dreams. They had all led here. To this moment. A moment that would change the rest of their lives.

His body moved to hers and he slipped one strap of her dress down her shoulder. As if to confirm her desire to be with him, she reached her hand up and pushed the other strap down, sending her dress to the floor.

The heat of their damp skin against one another’s seemed to only intensify their bodies’ reactions as their lips collided. Cami smoothed her hands up Kyle’s back as his moved down hers, locking his wrists behind her back. He slowly lifted her up onto the tips of her toes, their lips never parting, and walked her backwards to the bed. Where they spent the rest of the evening, completely tangled together.

30

Ella Jane

“UM, Hayden? I think the roses are good,” Ella Jane said softly, cutting off the water before he drowned her mama’s garden. Hayden was out of it today. In fact, he’d been out of it all week. She was trying extremely hard to convince herself it wasn’t because summer was ending and he was blowing her off.

“What?” He turned to her with a blank stare. “Oh shit. Sorry,” he said, shaking his head as he wound the hose around his arm.

“You okay?”

He grinned at her, but it wasn’t his usual grin. The cocky one she loved and couldn’t resist kissing off his face. This one was fake. Forced. “I’m great.”

She tried to ignore the fact that he hadn’t called her angel face. Or babe. Or even by her actual name. “Gran doing okay?”

His eyes widened for a split second but then he shrugged. “Oh you know. Same old same old.”

“All right. Well I’m going to head over to my friend Lynlee’s house in a little while. She’s been in California all summer. She’s only back to visit for a few nights so I want to hang out with her while I can. You could join us tonight if you want. We’re thinking of going to a movie or something.” She bit her lip, knowing he probably wouldn’t want to go with them to some chick flick. “Or we could meet up at The Ridge later. Watch the night train. Just me and you.”

“Uh, no. I’ll take a rain check.” He gave a quick glance at the sky, since it looked like actual rain was coming. “I’ve got some stuff to do for Pops. But you two have fun.”

She tried to get him to look her in the eyes but he busied himself putting the hose away.

Her stomach twisted. This was it. The brush-off she’d prayed wouldn’t come but kind of assumed would. Summer was almost over, and her brother had been right. Maybe it was just a fling for Hayden. Maybe he really was an asshole who was just toying with her for lack of anything better to do.

It hurt. It was hurt on top of hurt.

Angrily, she stormed around the property, picking up discarded tools and tossing them roughly into the shed. With every step, she cursed herself internally. Even though it had seemed too good to be true, she’d fallen for his “And that’s when I fell in love with you” BS.

She’d let herself fall in love with someone who didn’t feel the same way. Again. At least with Hayden she wouldn’t have to see him all the time. And in a way, she couldn’t even bring herself to regret what they’d had because he’d helped her get over her silly crush on Coop. But now she was barely fighting off a broken heart and it was sucking up all the energy she had left.

She’d been strong for her mom when her dad moved out, had put on a brave face as Kyle prepared to move away for college. She’d even slapped on a smile when Coop blathered on about some new girl he was dating who was apparently his “favorite.”

But this—Hayden totally ignoring her and not even having the decency to say “Hey, it’s been real and it’s been fun, but it ain’t been real fun, so peace out”—stung like nothing she’d ever felt.

After she practically threw the last armful of hedge clippers, sprinkler heads, and shovels into the shed, she whirled around and slammed right into the object of her frustration.

“Whoa. Sorry,” Hayden said, gripping her by her upper arms to steady her.

“My bad,” she said, jerking out of his grasp. “I’ll try to stay out of your way from now on.”

“Hey,” he called out as she marched away from him. “Ella Jane, hang on a damn second.”

She heard him coming up behind her but she kept walking. She wasn’t going to beg him to give her some big goodbye. All that crap about weekends and real dates had obviously been just that. Crap. She didn’t need to hear any more of it.

Somehow in just a few short months, the city boy who drove her crazy had become precious to her. He’d carved out a spot on her heart and now he was leaving it empty. Vacating it without any explanation as to why. Well she wasn’t going to hand him a knife to carve any more holes. Her dad had already done enough damage.

“Stop,” Hayden commanded, grabbing her and yanking her back toward him. “Talk to me. What’s going on with you?”

She looked everywhere but at him. Heart pounding against her ribs and chest heaving with every breath, she willed herself not to cry. “Me,” she snorted out. “What’s going on with me? I’m not the one blowing you off like it’s my job.”

“What are you talking about? I’m not blowing you off.” His eyes were dark and stormy, a swirl of green and gray that reminded her of the sky just before a massive downpour.

“Sure feels like it,” she said softly, hating how weak she sounded.

He sighed and tilted his head to the side. “I’m sorry, angel face. It wasn’t intentional. Promise.” He used the pad of his thumb to brush the side of her face. The wind kicked up and he tucked the swirling strands of her hair behind her ear.

Still tingling from his touch, she searched his face for any trace of evidence that he was lying, playing her. “Tell me then. Tell me what’s really going on. I’m not stupid, Hayden. I can tell something’s up with you.”

The sound of a truck pulling into the driveway distracted them both. Reluctantly, Ella Jane pulled her eyes from Hayden. His grandfather looked exhausted behind the wheel of the truck.

“I guess I need to go.”

“He looks tired. Maybe you should drive home.”

“Yeah, maybe. Not that his stubborn old ass would let me.” A flash of something dark and sad flickered in Hayden’s gaze.

“Hayden? Tell me. Tell me what’s going on,” Ella Jane prompted.

“Nothing you need to worry about.” He shook his head and released her as they turned to walk toward the truck. With each step he seemed to get farther away, even though she was keeping pace with him.

“After the movies, can I call you? Will you meet me at The Ridge so we can talk?”

“Can’t,” was all Hayden said as they reached the old pickup. “I’ll try and text you later though.” He kissed her lightly on the forehead and climbed in the cab beside Pops.

She called out a goodbye but the old man put the truck in reverse and soon all she could see were fading taillights.

“UGH. I think I liked you better when you were lusting after Coop,” Lynlee said with an eye roll. “I mean, not to be a bitch, but there were like half a dozen other people I could have hung out with tonight.”

“Sorry,” Ella Jane mumbled. They entered the theater and the scent of stale popcorn hit her in the face. She knew she was sucky company. All she’d really done for the past hour was wonder out loud what was up with Hayden.

“Sounds to me like your brother was right. It was a summer fling. Just take it for what it was and move on.” Lynlee stepped into the ticket line and fingered a strand of her strawberry-blonde hair before letting it drop. “What’s that saying? Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened? Or some crap. Jesus. Just stop moping like a wounded puppy. It’s not attractive.” Winking at two guys ahead of them in the ticket line, she practically trampled EJ to get a better view.

“Well hello there, ladies,” the taller of the two guys said as both boys turned. EJ looked up and saw him ogling Lynlee’s overexposed chest. “What are you two doing later tonight?”

Ella Jane almost asked him if he meant the two of them as in her and Lynlee or if he was talking to her friend’s double Ds.

“You tell us,” Lynlee teased, giving them a coy smile, at the same time Ella Jane answered, “Washing our hair.”

“Ow,” she grunted when her friend elbowed her in the ribs. Hard.

“What are you boys getting into tonight?”

“Hopefully you, Red,” Tall, Dark, and Swarthy answered.

“Oh. Ew,” EJ groaned. “Please turn back around before I vomit.”

“Excuse my friend. He’s a disgusting pig,” the shorter, stockier guy said, glancing up from his phone to smile at Ella Jane.

“Only if you excuse mine,” Lynlee piped up. “She’s a boring prude.”

“How about we skip the movie and go hang out somewhere a little more private?” Swarthy asked.

“Pass. Hard pass,” Ella Jane answered dryly.

“She’s moping because her non-boyfriend dumped her ass. Maybe you could cheer her up, handsome,” Lynlee said to the shorter guy.

Just as they reached the ticket counter, the boys stepped out of line and Swarthy gestured for the girls to do the same.

“No, Lynlee. Hell no,” EJ said, tugging at her friend’s arm. “They’re Summit Bluffs guys and they’re probably dicks.” The taller one had on a green SBHS lacrosse shirt.

“Like your precious Summit Bluffs guy turned out to be? Let it go, EJ. He’s done with you. The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.”

Ella Jane gaped at her friend as the girl ducked under the velvet rope and stepped out of line.

“Come on. Live a little.”

Ella Jane glared at the girl and moved to the side so the people behind her could get their tickets. “No,” she hissed at her friend. “You don’t even know them.”

Lynlee made a big show of rolling her eyes. “God, I don’t even know why we’re friends. This is why Coop calls you Ellie May. Because you’re so freaking naïve and vanilla.”

Vanilla? “I don’t even know what that means.”

“Of course you don’t. That’s the point.” Lynlee smirked at the boys flanking her. “Sorry, guys. Guess you’re stuck with just me.”

“Oh, we don’t mind,” Swarthy said.

“Hey, I promise I’m not a dick like my friend. Come hang out with us. I’ll be a perfect gentleman, and if at any time you want to leave, you’re free to go.” The shorter guy did have kinder eyes. And adorable dimples. Ella Jane smiled back at him. But she just wasn’t up for a random night of risking being date-raped.

“As much as I enjoy being roofied and waking up wondering where my pants and my dignity are, I think I’m just going to call it a night.”

“Lame,” Lynlee called out after her.

“I’m Jarrod, by the way. Jarrod Kent,” the shorter guy said as the four of them walked out of the theater. “And I promise I’d help you find your pants.”

“Nice to meet you, Jarrod.” Ella Jane smirked at him and glared at her friend one last time before heading in the opposite direction where her truck was parked. “Hey, do me a favor? Make sure your friend doesn’t slip my friend any illegal substances and take advantage of her stupid ass, please.”

“I’ll do my best. Scout’s honor,” he promised, holding up a salute.

“Thanks,” EJ said as she dug for her keys in her purse.

“He’s a lucky guy,” Jarrod said as she turned to leave.

“Um, who?”

“Whatever guy you’re ditching us to go hang out with.”

EJ couldn’t help but smile. She was ditching them to go see Hayden. Even though Hayden didn’t know it yet. “Maybe someone should tell him that,” she mumbled more to herself than anyone.

31

Hayden

HAYDEN watched as his grandpa carried the full bedpan gingerly to the bathroom. He’d never seen anyone so devoted to another human being as Pops was to Gran.

“I’m going to try and get her to eat some soup,” he said, stepping aside to let the older man pass him in the hall.

They’d moved his grandma to the couch downstairs so she’d be closer to everything and not cooped up in her room. So far it didn’t seem to have helped much. He forced a smile at his grandma as he lowered himself into the chair beside her.

“Can you try a little? Please, Gran?” he pleaded, holding a spoon full of broth to her mouth.

“I’m not hungry, Kevin,” she said, waving a hand so close it almost knocked the spoon from his hand.

“I’m Hayden, Gran. Kevin is my dad.”

She glared at him for a second, her eyes milky and moist. “I know that. Where’s Edwin? He was supposed to pick me up an hour ago.”

Hayden sighed. If anything, his gran was just getting worse. A part of him wished he could go back—back to the blissful ignorance of not knowing.

Guilt tightened the muscles in his stomach. This is where he should’ve been every summer instead of off screwing around with meaningless bullshit.

“He’s on his way, Gran. Here, eat a little bit of soup, and by the time you finish, he’ll be here.” He’d learned quickly that when she was in one of her moods it was best to go along with whatever her version of reality was.

“I don’t want any damn soup,” the old woman hollered, knocking the bowl from his hands. Hot liquid splashed in Hayden’s lap. It burned like hell but he didn’t want to upset her by crying out in pain or jumping up. Sucking in a breath through his teeth as the hot liquid scorched his flesh, he stood slowly.

“Okay, no soup. Got it.” He turned toward the kitchen to get a rag to clean up the mess and flinched when he saw Ella Jane standing behind him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked softly. Her voice reflected the wounded expression in her eyes. “Is she okay?”

“How’d you get in here?”

“Front door was unlocked. I’m sorry, I just wanted to…”

“Well you came. You saw. Now go,” Hayden ordered. He couldn’t stand anyone seeing his gran like this. She deserved to be remembered as the strong spitfire of a woman she was. Not some delusional nutcase.

He was barely holding his shit together as it was. Ella Jane Mason would be his undoing. If he let himself break down in front of her, let himself give in to the overwhelming need to kiss her, to touch her, to bury himself inside of her until he forgot every screwed up thing in his life, then there’d be no going back. And she deserved better than some jackass who’d put himself first at every turn. He was done doing that.

“I’m not leaving.” They faced off, him sighing and her squaring her shoulders and wearing that same determined expression she had on the first day he’d met her. Well, the time he remembered. According to Pops, they’d met before.

“You don’t breathe a word of this to anyone, Ella Jane Mason,” Pops said from the doorway. “Not even to your mama, you hear? My Netta is going to go with dignity. Ain’t nobody’s business what’s going on with her mind.”

“Yes, sir. I’m Fort Knox. Not a word.”

Hayden watched Ella Jane meet his granddad’s stare and nod as they reached a silent agreement.

Hayden shook his head and stepped around the only girl tough enough to take on Edwin Prescott. She followed him to the kitchen and glared at him with a hand on her hip as he wiped the soup from his athletic shorts and legs.

“Just say it, angel face. Get it all out.”

She huffed out a breath. “You’re kind of a terrible boyfriend. I thought you were trying to dump me because summer was over.”

Hayden raised a brow. He hadn’t meant to make her feel like that. And he hadn’t really labeled himself her boyfriend. Though he did like the sound of it.

“But you’re a wonderful grandson.” She bit her lip and her eyes began to water. “So I forgive you.”

“Hey now. Don’t cry.” Hayden stopped his cleanup effort and stepped over to her. “It’s okay. We’re doing okay. She has good days and bad days. Today just happened to be a bad day.”

“How did I not know? How does the whole town not know?” She shook her head. “It’s impossible to keep secrets like this in Hope’s Grove.”

“Pops runs all the errands. Gran only goes to church. Which doesn’t require much. Hell, I lived here in this house and just now caught on to how bad it was.”

“Look at them,” Ella Jane said, nodding toward the living room. Hayden turned and saw his grandparents leaning together, their foreheads touching as they held each other. “They love each other so much. That kind of love can handle anything I guess. Protect you from the prying eyes of a small town even.”

Her voice was thick with an emotion Hayden couldn’t name. He wondered if she was thinking about her mom and dad. Or maybe about him and her. He wasn’t sure. So he changed the subject. “How was the movie?”

Ella Jane turned to him and frowned. “No idea. Lynlee bailed with some guys you probably know from school. So I came here.”

Hayden tried to ignore the strange twinge of panic Ella Jane mentioning guys from his school caused. Talk about worlds colliding. “Oh yeah? Who were they?”

“Jarrod Kent and some tall, dark-haired guy,” she answered, still keeping her gaze on his grandparents in the other room.

“Devon Keshner?”

“He didn’t give his name,” Ella Jane responded with a shrug.

Hayden took a deep breath so his jealous dickhead side didn’t rear its ugly head. Doing everything he could to keep his facial expression calm, he said, “Jarrod and Devon are not good guys. They have this little habit of getting girls drunk and filming them doing things they wouldn’t normally do. They have a YouTube channel where they post the videos, but no one has been able to prove it’s them.”

Surprisingly, she didn’t freak out. She did pull out her phone and send a quick text, which he assumed was to her friend. For a moment, the kitchen was silent until her phone chimed.

“That’s what I thought,” Ella Jane said under her breath.

“Your friend okay?”

“She said she’s going to a party in Summit Bluffs with some other guy she met. Guess she already ditched the other two. Lynlee’s…different.”

“Different how?” He wasn’t sure why he’d asked since he could pretty much guess the answer. Different as in the kind of girl he used to think he wanted. Easy. No strings attached.

“Different as in, if there’s a video of her, she’ll be the first one to tweet the link to everyone she knows.”

“Ah.” Hayden started to ask her if she minded if he took a quick shower, since he probably smelled like chicken soup, but a ruckus from the living room interrupted him.

“Get that girl out of here. That girl’s no good for him. She’ll ruin him,” his grandmother was shouting.

Ella Jane’s eyes widened. Recoiling like she’d been slapped, she gaped at him. “Is she…is she talking about me?”

Hayden stepped into the living room and watched as Pops wrapped his arms around her. “Shh, that’s not her, Netta. Penny and Kevin broke up years ago. That’s Millie Mason’s daughter, EJ. Remember little EJ? Hayden used to chase her around and—”

“Get that cheating whore out of my house! Get her ass out now!”

Holy hell. Hayden was starting to suspect his gran might need an exorcism. She never cussed. Ever. Much less called anyone a whore—and certainly not Ella Jane. “Gran, calm down. Remember Ella Jane helped you make pie?”

His grandfather flinched as the woman in his arms stuck him hard on the chest.

“She’ll break his heart and run off with that Cooper boy.”

Now Hayden was really confused. What did his grandma know about Ella Jane and Cooper?

“What is she talk—”

“You kids get out of here. Hayden, take EJ somewhere and calm her down. Give me an hour or so,” Pops ordered.

Calm her down? Glancing over, he saw that Ella Jane was trembling, frozen where she stood. Hayden placed his hand on her lower back and guided her gently out the front door to the soundtrack of his gran screaming about hussies and harlots, whatever the hell those were.

“What in the world was that all about?” Ella Jane’s voice shook. Once they were all the way out of the house and standing next to her truck in the driveway, Hayden wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on top of her head.

“She’s sick. She has dementia. It’s getting worse.” He sighed, enjoying the way her arms felt around his waist. Despite the bleak situation with his gran, Ella Jane’s touch affected him. Being wrapped up in her both comforted and unsettled him all at once.

A screeching cry from inside the house caused them both to flinch. As they clung to each other tightly for support, their gazes collided and the tension between them sparked in the darkness.

“Let’s go to The Ridge,” Ella Jane whispered up at him. “Please.”

Hayden hated to leave Pops alone to deal with his gran, but he’d been ordered to do so. And when Pops gave orders, people listened. And when Ella Jane Mason looked up at him with those blue pools of pain and need and said please? Yeah. There was no saying no to that either.

32

Ella Jane

ELLA Jane had no idea what had gotten into Grandma Prescott. She’d known the woman her entire life. Gran had treated EJ like one of her own grandkids. Always.

Seeing one of the strongest women she knew breaking down like that, seeing that look in her eyes… Lost. Confused. Angry. And the worst one of all—helpless. It was more than she could handle.

She shuddered as Hayden backed her truck out of the Prescotts’ driveway.

“You cold?” he asked, turning on the heat before she even answered.

“How bad is it?” Ella Jane whispered. She watched him take a deep breath. Guilt and despair filled the small space in the cab of the truck. Hayden stretched an arm over the back of the bench seat. She decided to take it as an invitation. And after what she’d seen, she needed…something. Closeness. Contact. Sliding over on the worn leather seat until she was nestled in the crook of his arm, she sighed. “I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have asked. You don’t have to tell me.”

With her head so close to his neck, she could feel him swallow. “She’s dying.”

Her intake of breath was so loud she was embarrassed. “No,” she said, her eyes filling as she sat up straight and shook her head. “She can’t be. Gran and Pops are—”

“They’re in their seventies,” Hayden said softly. “Doctors give her a month or so. She doesn’t eat. She doesn’t always know who we are. Who she even is.”

Her head began to shake back and forth. No. No more of this. She couldn’t take any freaking more.

Her dad, her brother, her best friend—who she was starting to think wasn’t much of a friend at all—and now Gran. The woman who’d taught her to make pie, who’d told her it was okay to be a tomboy, who’d told her she was special and perfect just the way she was.

“Pull over. Now,” Ella Jane practically shouted at him.

“Okay, hang on. We’re almost—”

“Now!” she screamed, suffocating from the lack of oxygen in the cramped space.

Her body jerked forward as he slammed the truck into park. Bailing out the door, she saw that a train was coming through, its headlight cutting into the darkness the way the pain of change was cutting into her soul.

Once upon a time, she’d been young and innocent. Childhood had been a magical place where nothing changed, no one left, and no one died.

That time had ended without anyone asking her if she was ready. Racing into the wide-open darkness toward the train, she didn’t think about what she planned to do once she reached it. She just knew she had to.

The sound of Hayden calling her name was lost in the wind behind her.

Tears streamed down her face, hot trails of her refusal to accept what the world had decided shone in the moonlight. She cried for Gran, for her mom, for herself.

“Dammit, Ella Jane.” Strong arms wrapped her waist, lifting her from the ground and turning her away from the rickety boxcars flying past her face.

She screamed into the night, releasing everything that had been building inside of her since the day her daddy left. The train’s horn blared, drowning out her pain.

“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.” Hayden’s deep voice thrummed low in her ear. She didn’t fight the shiver it sent tingling through her spine.

“It’s not,” she whispered. “My dad quit our family. My mom is practically in denial. Gran’s dying. You’re leaving in a week. Nothing’s going to be okay.” She choked over the last few words.

He released his hold around her waist to grip her shoulders and turn her to face him. “I know, okay? She’s dying, and I’ve spent the last ten years being a selfish ass.” She watched him run a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to do. God, I wish I did. Tell me how to make it better. How do I get that time back? How do I make up for not being there for the one person who was always there for me?”

Wetness soaked her cheeks but it wasn’t tears. Well, not just tears. Rain had begun to fall in the midst of her breakdown. She looked up into his bright green eyes gleaming in the darkness, and for the first time all summer, she remembered. Really remembered.

Him chasing her when they were kids, the way he smiled at her back then. Like he looked forward to seeing her. He didn’t so much as flinch when Coop and Kyle had made fun of him for spending time with her instead of them. She’d cry when they left her out, and he would…he would make it better. Now he was hurting and she wanted to do the same.

She didn’t think, didn’t consider the consequences of what she wanted—or what it would lead to. Taking a page from the universe’s do-as-I-damn-well-please book, she launched herself recklessly into the arms of the boy she loved.

SOMEHOW they’d made it back to her truck without separating. Hayden’s breath was ragged as he held her to him, kissing her with the same heated need she was attacking his mouth with.

The groan of the metal door protesting as he jerked it open barely registered in her mind. Rain slapped against her bare skin as he lifted her higher on his waist. She fought to stay in the present, to memorize every single touch, every flick of his tongue against hers, the warmth and the wetness of it.

But the heady sensation of him possessing her, gripping her tightly and pressing hard against her, sent her floating into outer space somewhere.

“Hayden,” she breathed into his mouth as the tumbled clumsily into the cab of the truck. “I want you.”

A low tortured sound escaped from somewhere deep in his chest. “I want you too, angel face. But—”

“But nothing. Everyone else gets what they want. Because they take it. I’m taking it. I want you.”

Yanking his white T-shirt over his head, she paused her violent ravaging of his mouth to admire his body. He was lean and muscular, hard in all the right places. Running her hands over his firm pecs and then down to his rippled abs, she thrilled with pleasure at being able to touch him in such an intimate way.

“Ella Jane.” Her name was a plea, but she didn’t know if he wanted her to stop or proceed. The hardness beneath her answered that question. His head lolled back when she pressed her hips down against his. As his warm, wet tongue lashed against hers, she gave in to the urge to slip her hand down his pants. Gripping the thick, hard length she’d felt pressing into her, she pulled back and met his intense stare.

He closed his eyes for just a moment. When he opened them, they burned into hers.

“Wait. Stop for a second.” He gripped both of her wrists in one hand and tugged them upwards.

Ella Jane couldn’t help but pout. Wasn’t this what boys wanted? It was dang sure what she wanted. She was throbbing with need to the point of actual physical pain. He was panting, so she was pretty sure it was what he wanted too.

“Hayden, this summer…this summer I needed someone. Everything was so…” She stared into his handsome face as she tried to find the words to say what she needed to. “For the first time in my life, I feel like I’m doing something right. Something no one else can judge or ruin. Or take away.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said so low she barely heard him.

Leaning into the hand he used to brush the hair from her face, she pressed her lips to his palm. “So don’t.”

Leaning back to give him the choice, she held her breath and waited. Both of their hearts beating fast, in time together, measuring the seconds that passed as they stood on the edge of the unknown.

“We’ll go slow. If you want to stop, at any time, just tell me, okay?”

She smiled as he submitted to her. Nodding, even though she knew what she wanted and that she’d never want him to stop, she leaned in and kissed him again.

“I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you,” he said between kisses. His words burned into her heart, imprinting themselves onto her soul—where she planned to keep them forever.

They were the last ones she heard before she gave her innocence to a boy she loved in the middle of a dark Oklahoma night under a starless sky.

33

Cameron

“CAMERON,” Sophie called from the doorway leading into Cami’s room. “Your mother is going to be home today. You might want to actually get up and take a shower. You know how she feels about wallowing in self-pity.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Cami answered with zero enthusiasm. Sophie was right though—she did need to bathe. She almost felt bad for Sophie when she came over and sat on the edge of her bed. She had to reek of sleep, sweat, tears, and regret.

“I don’t understand what’s gotten into you, Cameron Nickelson, but I don’t like it.” Sophie moved her hand up and tucked a piece of Cami’s greasy hair behind her ear. “Last week you were over the moon and this week you’re acting like OPI just discontinued your favorite color of nail polish.”

She forced a half-assed smile and shrugged. She wanted to tell Sophie exactly what had happened, but she was still reeling with guilt for letting her shallow, egotistical upbringing rear its ugly head again.

“It’s nothing,” Cami told Sophie, trying to appease her. “I’ll get up.” Maybe if she took a shower Sophie would drop the interrogation. She really didn’t feel like talking about what she’d done. As she rolled herself to the edge of the bed and dropped her feet the floor, Sophie kept prying.

“Is this about the landscaper? If he makes you happy then don’t let anything stand in your way.”

Cami looked over her shoulder as she walked toward the bathroom door. The fake smile she’d perfected took its place and she nodded. Oh, Sophie, you romantic fool. If only it were that easy.

As soon as she was alone in her bathroom and the hot water was raining down on her from the showerhead, Cami thought about how everything had gone to hell faster than a sinner running to church on Sunday.

She’d woken up in the pool house wrapped up in the arms of the boy she’d just spent the better part of the night completely consumed with and then she remembered the piece of mail sitting on the nightstand that was going to change everything for them. And hopefully solidify her happy ending.

“I’ve got something exciting to tell you,” she’d told Kyle the morning they woke up together in the pool house. Exciting didn’t even begin to describe what she felt that morning waking up in his arms. That’s when she handed him the letter from OSU. The letter that stated she’d been accepted early and guaranteed that if she and Kyle could make it work for one year as a long-distance couple they could be together at college next year.

She had watched Kyle’s blue eyes scan the paper and saw the smile creep across his face as he deciphered what the words on the paper meant for them.

“This is great, babe,” he said, sitting up to pull her into his arms. He may have thought he was playing it cool, but Cami saw the smile fade as quickly as it had appeared.

“I thought you’d be more excited,” she confessed, pressing her head to his chest and tracing a pattern across his skin with her fingertip. She was nervous and she could tell by the heavy sigh he let out that she had a good reason to be. She was certain he was about to tell her that things between them were not going to work out the way she’d hoped.

I’m just a summer fling. He doesn’t want me joining him at school. He’s probably already got a girlfriend there.

“Quit it.” He pressed his hand on top of hers. “I can tell what you’re thinking and it’s not like that.”

“Well, I thought you’d be a little bit more excited about us being at OSU together. I know it’s still a year away, but we can make it work. I really want to try.”

“I really want to try, too.” He turned her in his arms and, with his finger under her chin, lifted her face to his. “It’s just…” He stopped short of telling her and pressed his lips to hers. The calm before the storm.

“Just tell me,” she demanded, pulling back from his embrace. She couldn’t take the not knowing.

“I’m going to turn down the scholarship,” he blurted out.

“What? Why?” She didn’t understand. He’d had his future handed to him on a silver platter, complete with a girlfriend, and he was just going to throw it all away.

“I want—” He shook his head. “I need to stay home and help with the landscaping business.”

“No,” she disagreed, for more selfish reasons than she wanted to admit. “You need to go to college and get a degree.”

“I’m still going to go to college. I already applied at the junior college in Oklahoma City. It’s only thirty minutes away and I can go at night. My mom and my sister need me more than the Cowboy football team. I thought you’d be excited that I was going to be home. We’ll get to see each other all the time now, not just the weekends.”

As nice as seeing Kyle all the time sounded, deep down she knew this was the moment that they would have to be just a summer fling. After he’d told her he was staying home, she knew that there was no way she could introduce him to her parents with ‘junior college attendee’ and ‘blue collar worker’ as her lead-ins.

They would never understand and they’d make sure she knew it. At least when he was going to OSU his future had been bright. Not to mention the ninety-mile drive would’ve provided a buffer between her and her parents.

She had told him that morning that she understood his decision because she really did, even if she hated it. Then she did what she always did when things didn’t go her way. She ignored it.

She ignored the text messages and calls from Kyle. The ones that started: Hey Belle. Can’t stop thinking about you. And more recent ones that said: Please call me back. I need to talk to you.

When her mother called from the airport in Dallas to tell her that her flight was delayed due to bad weather, she tried to ask her for advice.

“Mom, I got my early acceptance letter to OSU.”

“That’s great. That’s where Hayden is going too, right?”

“I don’t know,” she lied. She knew Hayden was going there—or at least he’d planned on it. She didn’t want to talk about Hayden though.

“Mom, what if Hayden and I aren’t together anymore?”

“Since when?” Her mother sighed on the other end of the phone. “Well, I mean, I guess if you two aren’t together it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. I’m sure there are some very nice pre-med or pre-law students at college that would be suitable. Though it would break your father’s heart.”

She wanted to tell her mother that she was in love with Kyle, but before she could muster the courage to do so, she heard her mother’s fake pageant voice call out. “Oh my goodness! Rebecca Freeman! I’ve got to go, Cameron. I just ran into an old friend.”

“Thanks for your advice, Mom,” Cami said into a dead receiver. “Great chat, as always.” She rolled her eyes and tossed her phone on the bed willing herself not to cry. It really pissed her off that after all this time she still held out a tiny sliver of hope that one day her mother would actually give a shit about her.

Her laptop chimed from across the room. A new Facebook message. From one of Hayden’s douchebag friends. Prescott’s Back to School Bonfire Tonight @ 8 p.m.

Hayden threw a party every year in one of his grandparents’ fields that bordered Summit Bluffs. Maybe this is exactly what she needed.

Maybe it was time to get back to her old life, old friends, old boyfriend, and forget about the summer—and more importantly, Kyle Mason. The landscaper, since that’s all he was ever going to be.

Before this summer, she wouldn’t have batted an eyelash at blowing a guy off for not doing things the way she wanted. But now it stabbed her deeper than any of her parents’ hurtful actions ever had. She fought off the pain, the feelings, and searched for the shield of numbness she usually wore.

It was just about time to channel the old Cameron and get back to her regularly scheduled life. The one that didn’t include Kyle Mason.

34

Hayden

“YOU’RE coming tonight, right?” Hayden asked Ella Jane as they finished cleaning the shed out on his last day of work at Mason Landscaping. Well, half the day they’d cleaned out the shed and reorganized. The other half of the day they’d spent consumed with kissing and touching and being as close to one another every stolen moment they could manage.

“Hmm, am I?” Ella Jane raised an eyebrow and then winked at him from much too far away. Her innuendo made his knees weak. He shot her a wicked grin as he steeled himself. Turned out his angel had a little bit of devil in her. He loved it. He loved her. All of her.

“Oh you are. Most definitely,” he said, reaching out a hand to pull her to him. He inhaled her sweet honeysuckle scent and claimed her mouth with his. “Every weekend will never be enough. Can I sneak in your window every night?”

“Maybe I’ll sneak in your window. I’m squirrely like that,” she mumbled against his lips.

“That you are.” Kissing her beautiful bee-stung lips one at a time, he shook his head and pulled back. “You’ll get me fired on my last day if we keep this up. What if I need a reference?”

“Oh, I’ll give you a glowing reference, Hayden Prescott. Good with your hands, works well with others, always gets up, and never quits.”

Yep. He was a goner. Falling back under her spell, he kissed her until he had to come up for air or risk passing out.

A horn honked in the distance and she let out a little growl that had his dick standing at attention immediately.

“That would be Pops. I need to get going so I can help get everything ready.” He huffed out a breath. The absolute last thing he wanted to deal with was this party. He wanted to have his girl over for pizza and a movie and enjoy what time he had left with both of his grandparents. But Pops was dead set on doing everything as they’d always done it.

He placed one last chaste kiss on her mouth and pulled back, as much as he hated to. “Remember what I said, babe. I’m warning you—some of my friends are complete jackasses. And the rest of them are worse.”

Ella Jane giggled, a sound that made his whole day brighter. His whole life maybe. “Hmm, I remember thinking you were kind of a jackass at one point.” She hopped up on her tiptoes and gifted him one last kiss. “If I can handle you, I’m sure I can handle them.”

“Will you think about my request? Pretty please?” he pleaded as they left the shed and began the painfully slow walk to where his granddad was parked.

He’d asked Ella Jane to spend the night with him. His gran slept downstairs and Pops slept like the dead. He needed one entire night of her before he went back. Needed to leave her with something to remember him by so she wouldn’t forget him and fall into the arms of his least favorite farmer while they were apart.

“It’s all I can think about,” she said softly, looking shy for the first time since they’d made love a few nights ago. “If Mama says I can stay with Lynlee, then I’m there.”

Before he could respond, she spoke again. “Hey, what if it rains tonight? Forecast is callin’ for a storm.”

“It’s Oklahoma, angel face. They call for a storm every other day.” He chuckled. “Besides, last time it rained, we managed to figure out what to do.”

“We sure did,” she giggled. “The party getting rained out would give us a little more alone time.”

Hayden wondered if his heart was going to explode straight out of his chest at the thought of having her to himself for an entire night. Their first time together had been nice. Nice but cramped and awkward in the cab of her truck. He wanted to lay her out in his bed, please her every way possible, and then hold her all night afterwards. He wanted that more than he’d ever wanted anything.

God he hoped it rained.

IT was after seven when the summer sun finally sank into the horizon. Two cars full of his friends from school had already arrived. A part of him had hoped maybe no one would remember. He hadn’t sent out anything about it this year in hopes of calling the stupid thing off.

After checking to make sure his grandparents were all right for the night, he drove their truck out to the field.

Sitting around a fire on bales of straw and tossing back a few beers would’ve been nice if the dipshits he knew from high school weren’t there to ruin it. Jarrod Kent and Devon Keshner were among the first to arrive. And they were going on and on about their latest run in with a certain redhead that Hayden was almost positive was Ella Jane’s friend.

“Where’d you meet her?” He tried to sound uninterested, taking a long pull from his bottle of Michelob as if he couldn’t care less about the answer.

“Movies over at the plaza. But we didn’t stay and watch—not that movie anyways, if you know what I mean.” Devon Keshner was as shady as they came. Obnoxious as hell and cocky for no good reason.

Hayden fought the urge to sink his fist into his face just for the hell of it.

“J-Rod got shot down,” Devon said, placing way too much emphasis on the last word. “Uptight blonde had a boyfriend or some shit.”

“Naw, she just knew she couldn’t handle The Rod,” Jarrod shot back.

Hayden saw red. He knew exactly who they were referring to now. He had a feeling this night wasn’t going to end well. Storm clouds were rolling in from the east and the wind was already too brisk. If either of them said a word to Ella Jane when she got there, he’d kick both of their asses with a smile on his face.

His phone buzzed in his back pocket and he retrieved it with his free hand. Hoping it was his girl, he grinned and ignored whatever the other guys were bullshitting about. But his hope was short-lived. It was his dad’s number calling.

Standing and stepping away from the group, he answered. “Hey, Dad. I probably won’t have service. I’m—”

“Where’s the black notebook, son? The one you keep your bets in,” his father clarified.

The urgent tone and the fact that his father was bringing up their illegal gambling operation made him uneasy. “Um, it’s either under my mattress or in the Nike box in the top of my closet. Why?”

His chest constricted as he waited for his dad to answer.

“What did I tell you about keeping track of this stuff, Hayden? For God’s sakes, do you know what would happen if anyone found out you took bets for me at school?”

Hayden rolled his eyes as he polished off his beer. Probably the same thing that would happen if people found out his dad paid high school and college athletes to shave points and throw games. Summer wasn’t even over and his dad was already sucking him back into his mess. “Yeah, I know. Which is why I didn’t want to do this in the first—”

“Found it. It was in the closet. See you next weekend, son.” And with that, his dad was gone.

When Hayden looked up from tucking his phone back in his pocket, he was startled to see that the party was in full swing. At least a dozen more cars were there. He scanned them. Beamers. Lexuses. Jeeps. Range Rovers. Black. Silver. Gold. All shiny and proud, parked in the expansive field. No faded blue Ford pickup carrying the girl he wanted to see more than anyone else.

But when he turned to head back to his seat, he saw a girl he wasn’t so sure about seeing. And she saw him.

“Hey Cami-girl,” he greeted the statuesque brunette as she pulled a beer from the cooler. “I thought drinking ruined your skin or something?”

She’d always stayed away from drinking, smoking, or anything that would cause premature wrinkles. Pageants were his ex-girlfriend’s life pretty much.

“Yeah, well. It’s been a long summer. I need a drink,” she said, plopping down on a bale of straw positioned slightly away from everyone else. “You said you wanted to talk. Talk,” she said, gesturing with her bottle.

Hayden cleared his throat. “Um, okay. First things first. How was your summer?” Before she could answer, Devon and a few other guys from the lacrosse team let out a few low whistles and catcalls.

“Get you some, Prescott.”

“Shut your mouth, asshole,” he snapped without thinking. The old him would’ve given a thumbs up behind Cami’s back or a nod over her head. The old him was a dick.

“What’s your deal?” Cami asked, leaning away to get a good look at him. “Why are you being so nice?”

“I just called a teammate an asshole. If this is me being nice then I must’ve been a real jerkoff before.”

Cami shrugged. Her long, dark hair fell over one shoulder as she took another drink. She really was beautiful—there was no denying that. But sitting here with her was just…nice. She was more of a friend than anything. Granted, she was a friend he’d had sex with on a regular basis for the past year, but it wasn’t anything like what he’d felt when Ella Jane was anywhere near him.

With Cami he was comfortable. With Ella Jane Mason he was on edge like a long-tailed cat in a door-slamming factory, as Pops would say. But he loved every second of it.

“So I was thinking,” Hayden began just as Cami opened her mouth to speak.

“Go ahead,” they both said at once.

Giving her a tense grin, Hayden ran a hand through his hair. “So I know we talked about just taking a break for the summer, but—”

“But you didn’t miss me, did you?” Cami let out a small laugh and tilted her head, eyeing him knowingly. He didn’t see any traces of hurt in her expression—just mutual indifference.

“Um, it’s not like that, Cam. It was just…This summer was…”

“Crazy,” she finished for him. She pulled the red-lidded cooler closer and retrieved another beer. After handing him one, she practically downed her own.

“Whoa. How many of those have you had, sailor?” Hayden smiled but something was seriously off. He knew her parents were shitty people for the most part, but she’d spent the summer at some fancy French resort. So what had her so upset she was downing beers like an old pro?

“Oh-em-gee,” two girls squealed loudly as they approached.

Shit. Dread crept up his shoulders, pulling at the muscles in his neck. He’d forgotten just how obnoxious and irritating Cami’s friends were.

“Hayden and Cami. Cami and Hayden,” her friend Raquel sing-songed before smirking at them. “Guess summer’s really over, huh?”

He raised an eyebrow as the girls exchanged a few words. Raquel gave him a lingering glance as she walked away. “Great party, Hayden. Hopefully, I’ll be seeing you later.”

“Doubtful,” he muttered under his breath.

“Raquel seriously wants you,” Cami informed him. But her voice held no hint of the old, petty, jealous version of herself. He didn’t feel like he was even sitting with the same girl he’d dated off and on throughout most of high school. “She probably spent all summer plotting how to get in your pants behind my back this year.”

Hayden snorted. “If she did, Raquel needs a new hobby.”

“Cheers to that,” Cami said, clinking her bottle against his and dissolving into a fit of giggles. “Wait. Is…is being a massive bitch a hobby?”

Hayden chuckled but gently lifted her bottle from her hands and sat it on the ground next to their feet. “Everything okay, Cam? You seem a little…” He knew the wrong word might set her off. She might have relaxed a little this summer but she was still female. “On edge.”

She let out a deep sigh and stared blankly at the chaos ensuing around them. “You ever just feel like it’s all…pointless? All the crap we do to impress everyone, each other, our parents. I mean, really. I feel like I spend every waking second trying to please other people, and for what? I don’t get anything out of it. Not a single thing.”

Yeah. He felt like that pretty much all of the time. “Maybe you should stop.” He shrugged and surveyed the crowd. He didn’t really care about any of these people anymore. Not since he’d learned what it was like to really care about someone. The way he cared about Ella Jane, the way he cared about his grandparents.

A few guys were already arguing, some couples were dry humping in plain sight, and girls were prancing around like they did. Grouping up and giggling at stupid shit. God, he was ready to see his girl. The one who was just herself, all of the time. No games and no bullshit. But looking at Cami, he knew he needed to explain before the whole situation was just thrown in her face. She was down about something, and he cared about her enough as a friend not to pour salt in her wound.

“Look, I can tell something’s wrong, and if you want to tell me then that’s cool. But if you don’t then that’s okay too. But I’ve got something to tell you and I’d rather you hear it from me.”

She turned her round wide doe eyes to his. “What’s going on, Hayden?”

“You probably won’t even care. It’s not like you want to get back together or anything. Um, do you?” God, he hoped the answer was no. Otherwise this was about to get extremely awkward.

He watched as her eyebrows dipped in contemplation. Before he could even blink, she grabbed his shirt and yanked him forward. He sputtered and nearly choked on his own tongue when she slammed her mouth down on his.

As soon as she pulled back, he rubbed the traces of her kiss from his lips. “What the hell was that for?”

“Egh. Just had to see. You’re in the clear. I don’t want to get back together.” She shrugged. “So you can save your breakup speech for the next girl.”

Suddenly uneasy, Hayden took a slow sip of beer. Ella Jane probably wouldn’t have approved of his ex laying one on him like that. “Cami, I’m sorry. I met someone this summer. She’s…she’s not like anyone we know. She’s different…and pretty amazing. And I hope this doesn’t hurt you or make you mad, but I wanted you to hear it from me.”

When she turned to face him, there were tears in her eyes. He felt like a complete and total jerk.

“Shit, Cam. I’m sorry. I thought we were good. You said you didn’t want to get back together.”

She shook her head, causing a few of her tears to fall. “I don’t. This isn’t…” She paused to scrub her hand roughly across her cheeks. “This isn’t about that. I met someone too. Someone…different. And amazing. And I blew him off because…” She was cut off by the sob that left her choking on her words. “Because I’m an idiot.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Hayden slung an arm over her shoulder. “You’re not an idiot, Cameron Nickelson. Far from it. I’m sure whatever dude you blew off is sitting around crying in his French beer hoping you’ll change your mind soon.”

“You think?” She frowned but then her expression turned hopeful.

“I’d bet my ass on it. And betting is my specialty.”

She grinned, and for the first time since he’d seen her tonight, she looked happy. Excited. “Thanks. And hey, good luck with your girl.” Planting a quick peck of a kiss on his cheek, she hugged him. “I gotta go.”

“See ya, Cam.”

As she hopped up and walked away, Hayden felt like a huge weight had been lifted. Cami had met someone, too. He knew a smile was spreading across his face as he pulled his bottle to his mouth. She understood. No drama necessary. After everything this summer with his gran, he really needed something to actually go his way for once.

But his relief didn’t last long. When he turned back to the party, he saw someone he was absolutely positive he hadn’t invited.

Brantley Cooper was heading his way. And from the looks of it, Cooper was the bull and Hayden was a shiny red flag.

35

Ella Jane

“SO where is lover boy?” Lynlee asked, lifting onto her toes to try and see through the crowd. “I’ll give him this much—he knows how to throw a decent party. For a city boy.”

Ella Jane laughed. City kids throwing some bales of straw around a fire and calling it a field party made her smile and shake her head. Bless their hearts. They tried.

“His name is Hayden, Lyn. Hayden Prescott. Though he might like being called loverboy. He’ll be around here somewhere. He wasn’t too excited about the whole thing.” Ella Jane shrugged her way through the crowd beside her friend. “He’s really worried about his gran. She’s not doing well.” She bit her lip to keep from saying anything else. Pops had sworn her to secrecy, and she hadn’t even told her mama about Gran’s dementia. Her stomach twisted at the memory of what she’d just seen.

On her way to the party, she’d stopped to drop off the chicken and dumplings her mama had made the Prescotts. She’d hoped to catch Hayden before he left but he was already gone. Pops was sitting on the porch swing with Gran’s feet in his lap when she arrived.

Thankfully, she hadn’t freaked out and called EJ any mean names, but she was singing softly to herself and seemingly unaware of her surroundings.

“Good day or bad day?” she’d asked Pops. He smiled and nodded for her to take the food in the house.

“We’re together. Far as I’m concerned, that makes it a good day.”

Her heart had both swelled and ached from the encounter. Love could be fleeting. She knew that from her parents. But the Prescotts had something she hoped she’d have one day too. The kind of love that never ended. The kind that made it through fights, time apart, illnesses, and whatever storms came their way.

Maybe she and Hayden would have something like that. One day.

The idea she’d just given birth to died a fiery death the minute she laid eyes on Hayden. The crowd had thinned a little over by the fire, and between the bodies and the shadows the flames cast around her, she saw him. He was smiling, looking more carefree than she’d ever seen him. The gorgeous brunette sitting next to him kissed him square on the mouth. EJ’s hand flew to hers.

Her chest felt like it was trying to cave in. She didn’t know if it was trying to protect her heart or crush it. Hurt like hell either way.

Fate must’ve decided she’d had as much as she could take because a group of guys moved in her path, blocking her view. She used the brief reprieve to try and catch the breath that had fled from her lungs.

“Was that him? With the Kardashian wannabe?” Lynlee was actually somewhat subdued as she looked on in the same direction. Ella Jane was thankful her friend didn’t take the opportunity to make some bitchy comment about how that’s what she got for committing to one guy.

All she could do was nod and blink. Trying her best not to lose control in front of all these people, she glanced down at the denim dress she’d worn to remind him of their first date.

“Well he didn’t look all that upset about Granny to me,” her friend said, barely loud enough to be heard over the music.

I am exactly the naïve hillbilly idiot he thought I was.

Memories of watching trains, of kissing in every possible place at work—Jesus, where she freaking lived—of what had happened in her truck, the way he’d moved gently inside of her, asking her over and over if she was okay, telling her how much he cared about her pummeled her like punches from a prizefighter.

She could still remember his promise. I’m a lot of things, but an outright liar isn’t one of them. It echoed louder and louder inside her head.

Her knees went weak as every ounce of blood and oxygen and whatever else she was made of slid to the tips of her toes.

Thankfully, Lynlee had enough pissed-off in her for the both of them. “Kent,” she hollered, grabbing the Jarrod guy Ella Jane vaguely recognized from the movies. “Who’s that girl over there all over Hayden Prescott?”

He turned and grinned at them in greeting. “Well, hey there, Red. And Ella Jane. It’s good to see both of you beautiful ladies again.”

“Cut the crap, limp dick. Wide Ass Barbie, what’s her name?” Lynlee jerked her head in Hayden’s direction.

Ella Jane’s face began to tingle as she listened to their conversation. Just like when her mom had announced that her dad had moved out, EJ wished the words would just go back into everyone’s mouths. Wished she could freeze time and rewind. Go back to before everything hurt so badly.

Before everyone she trusted did their absolute best to break her.

Jarrod glanced over his shoulder. “Cameron Nickelson? She’s Hayden’s girlfriend. Has been for years. Why?” His light gray eyes moved back and forth between them until he saw EJ falling apart and understanding dawned on him. “Oh shit.”

It didn’t help that a small noise escaped her throat. That must be the sound my heart makes when it breaks.

It was one thing if Hayden had used her. But it was worse than that. So much worse.

He had a girlfriend. A serious one he’d had for years.

She’d been the other woman.

The same kind of woman her father had an affair with and ditched their family for.

It was all a lie.

“I think I’m going to be sick.”

36

Cooper

COOP slammed the door to his dad’s truck. He’d taken it by Kyle’s to get him to help him put some pictures of it online. The Cooper family financial situation was still in the shitter, and his dad had given him the job of putting it up for sale. Little did he know that stopping by Kyle’s would result in a wild goose chase. Or a piece of ass chase. Same difference as far as he was concerned.

He huffed out a loud sigh to let his friend know he wasn’t into this. “This is ridiculous, man. If she wants to talk to you, she’ll call.” The last thing he wanted to be doing was going to some stupid-ass party thrown by Bitch Boy himself. “Dude, I don’t even know what she looks like.”

Coop decided then and there that this was officially the shittiest summer ever. Kyle had talked him into coming along to look for his mystery girl. Apparently, she’d pulled a disappearing act on him, and for whatever reason, he thought she’d be here tonight. But so far no sign of her. Not that he even knew exactly what he was looking for.

Kyle was practically jogging ahead of him. “I know it sounds stupid to you, but she loves me. Even if she hasn’t said it, I know she does. It’s not like her to just blow me off. Something’s wrong. I can feel it.”

Coop was about to make a smartass comment about her “blowing him off” when Kyle stopped so fast he nearly ran right into him.

“Hang on a sec. I’ve got to say hello to a few of these shitheads. Then I’ll show you a picture on my phone.”

Coop hung back as his best friend talked to some Summit Bluffs football players about their game last season. The two high schools were rivals, but that must have ended when they graduated because Kyle seemed to be cool with them.

Coop was looking for the keg when he saw Ellie May storming toward him, looking even more upset than she had the day he’d said she was like a sister to him.

“Ellie May? What is it? What’s wrong?” Coop tried to grab her, but she juked right and then left and went around him. The sounds of her broken cries echoed in his head over the shitty music blasting from a nearby SUV.

“Hey.” He stuck an arm out in front of Lynlee Reed. “What the hell happened to her?”

Lynlee licked her bright red lips and eyed Coop’s arm hungrily. “Well…that happened.” She raked her fingernails across his forearm, turning him to face the direction Ellie May had come running from. “Turns out loverboy has a girlfriend. Bet EJ’s wishing she hadn’t given it up to him about now.”

“Given what up…” His voice trailed off as he watched a lanky brunette wrap herself around Hayden Prescott. The pain EJ was running from—it was because of this. His fists clenched so tight he was sure he’d have scars on this inside of his hands. He was going to tear Bitch Boy in two. Or maybe into fours. Yeah, quartering him would be more fun. And then he could feed him to the hogs. He was pretty sure they even ate teeth, so there’d be no way to identify the body.

Thankfully, the smoking hot brunette walked off as Cooper headed that way. Her white dress looked expensive, and he’d have hated to get Bitch Boy’s blood all over it.

Why so many gorgeous girls were fooled by this jackass was beyond Coop. Maybe it was the money. Or the face. If it was the second one, then his luck was about to run out because it was about to be mangled.

Coop couldn’t even count the number of nights he’d lain awake dreaming about sinking his fists into Hayden Prescott’s face on one hand. Which was why he was going to beat his ass with both hands.

A scream rang out from nearby as Cooper grabbed Hayden by the collar of his button-up Polo shirt. “I warned you, you pretty boy piece of shit.”

“Warned me about what?” Hayden’s beer fell from his hand as he reached up to grip Coop’s wrists. “What the hell are you doing, Joe?”

“Fight!” Someone yelled out as most of the party gathered around them.

Swinging him in a one-eighty until his back slammed into a black Range Rover, Cooper got as close to Hayden’s face as he could manage—close enough to breathe the same air, which was closer than he’d ever wanted to be. “I told your stupid ass to leave her the hell alone. That was your warning. But you couldn’t do it. Couldn’t just leave her be.”

“Ella Jane?” Hayden’s face was red and then purple but Coop didn’t care. All he could see was the white-hot rage burning him up from the inside out.

“Hell yes, Ella Jane. Or did you confuse her with the leggy brunette who was just all over your dick?” Pulling Hayden forward just to slam him against the vehicle once more, Coop practically growled in his face as the car alarm began to ring out. “She saw you, you son of a bitch. She saw you with that girl. You know about her dad and you pulled that shit on her. And I know…” Shaking his head, Coop released Hayden violently.

He couldn’t bring himself to say it. He prayed Lynlee was lying. But the shame on Hayden’s face indicated otherwise.

“Where is she, Cooper? Is she here?” Hayden asked frantically as Coop cocked his fist back.

“Whoa, Coop. Easy big fella,” Kyle Mason said as he caught his friend’s fist from behind.

Wrapping him in a bear hug, Kyle yanked his friend out of the circle that had gathered. “Come on. There’s a serious storm coming in. We need to get out of here.” He let go long enough for Coop to surge forward once more. But Kyle grabbed his shirt and pulled him back before he’d taken two steps. “He’s not worth it, man. Whatever he did, he’s not worth it.”

“Oh yeah?” Coop bit out as his adrenaline shot through him at record speed. “What if he screwed your sister and then lured her here to watch him make out with his girlfriend? What if I saw her bawling her eyes out running to her truck less than two minutes ago? He still not worth it?”

Kyle shook his head. “Naw, man. You can’t afford to get in trouble. Your dad’s selling his truck just to get by. You think they want to bail your sorry ass out of jail?”

Coop’s heart rate slowed slightly. The guy had a point.

“But me on the other hand, I have enough money for bail in my savings account. Be sure you get my wallet before the cops cuff me.” With those words, Kyle charged through the crowd toward Hayden with Coop close behind.

The force of someone grabbing him by the neck of his shirt caught Coop off guard and nearly caused him to lose his footing. Suddenly he was facing the opposite direction than the one he’d been headed in. Rain dropped from the sky in sheets, making it nearly impossible to see anything. He swung blindly, connecting a few times with various body parts of the guys holding him back until he broke free.

Bedlam began to break out around him. The Summit Bluffs lacrosse team—Coop knew it was them from their matching T-shirts—had blocked Hayden from his reach. But from the looks of the blood running from his nose, Kyle had landed at least one good punch.

Shit. Kyle. He was lost in the chaos. Punches and shouting and madness took over until a loud clap of thunder rattled the ground.

The siren song of multiple car alarms going off wailed all around them. People began to run in every direction.

“Come on. What’s done is done. We can handle it later,” Kyle shouted as he ran by. “Let’s go, Coop. This storm is here! Now!”

“I’M going to kill him. Swear to God. He’s dead,” Coop told Kyle as they drove the back roads to the Masons’ place. “You didn’t see, man. You didn’t see that chick all over him and Ellie May’s face.” God, that damned look. Letting an animalistic growl escape, he punched the steering wheel, nearly causing them to run off into a ditch.

“Coop, I—”

A long signal blared at them from the radio and both boys stopped to listen.

The severe storm warning issued for Arden, Beacon, Calumet, Dessin, and Owasso counties has been upgraded to a Tornado Warning…Dangerous and extremely large, destructive hail up to softball size is expected with this storm. Locations reporting hail include Arden, Beacon, Calumet, Dessin, and—

Kyle reached forward and turned down the warning. “Relax, Coop. I’m pissed, too. You tried to warn me about him. Deep down I knew…dammit. I knew something like this might happen. I’d just hoped I was wrong.” He ran a hand through his soaking wet hair. “Let’s just get to my house and get her and Mama down to the basement and we can deal with all of this after this storm blows over.”

Coop tried to take enough deep breaths to calm himself down but his heart was pounding right along with the lightning shooting across the sky—rapidly and without any signs of slowing down. Just as he’d begun to get a grip on himself, he turned into the Masons’ driveway. Only to see that Ella Jane’s truck wasn’t there.

An iron fist of dread gripped his heart in his chest, squeezing it hard before flinging it into his stomach.

His best friend turned to him, his face contorted into a mask of fear and confusion. “Where the hell is she?” Kyle asked, voicing Coop’s exact same thought at that moment.

37

Hayden

SHE’D seen. Holy mother of shitty timing. Ella Jane had seen Cami kiss him just to prove that there was nothing between them. Not that it made it okay. He had to find her. Had to explain. Even the worst storm he’d ever seen wouldn’t stop him from getting through to her.

Sprinting to the shelter of Pop’s truck, he thought about how he’d feel if he ever saw Coop’s lips on hers. A shudder ran through him, and not just because he was soaked to the bone.

He was glad her brother had punched him in the face. He deserved it. Even if he hadn’t meant to hurt her, he still had. Covered in mud from Kyle Mason knocking him on his ass in the pouring rain, Hayden made his way to the truck. A drenched Jarrod Kent stopped him just as he reached what would’ve been shelter from the storm.

“Dude. Nice score on the blonde. Sorry I busted you. But since you’re all done, can I get her number?” Jarrod had the nerve to smirk at him.

“What the fu—” Thunder cracked loud enough to drown out his words.

“She didn’t know you had a girlfriend, I take it,” Jarrod shouted over the rain. “She flipped her shit, dude. My bad. Anyways, no hard feelings, Prescott.” With that, the other boy jumped into his Audi SUV and spun his tires, slinging mud all over Hayden and his granddad’s truck.

No. No no no. It was so much worse than he thought. His mind ran wild with the knowledge Kent had dropped on him. She thought she’d been a side thing. Thought he was a lying cheater like her dad.

Surely she would know he wouldn’t have invited her to the party if he were hiding a girlfriend. Wouldn’t she? Jumping into the truck, he grabbed the damp phone from the pocket of his jeans. Luckily he had the most expensive protective case money could buy.

Every second it took the phone to pull up his recent calls was a second she was probably growing to hate him. Chest aching from how hard his heart was slamming into it, he cranked the truck with one hand and clicked on her name with the other.

A few beeps came through the line. We’re sorry. Your call cannot be completed—

He pressed the red end button and cursed the universe. And whoever the hell “we” was in the “We’re sorry,” recording.

The radio let out a long wail of a warning signal and an automated voice began rattling off a warning for nearby counties. Including Calumet. Which he was right in the middle of.

This is an extremely dangerous and life-threatening situation. If you cannot get underground, go to a storm shelter or an interior room of a sturdy building now.

The loud, rhythmic pounding of hail and rain on the roof of the truck echoed his frustration.

After trying to call again, he gave up and clicked through to his messaging screen.

His heart nearly thundered to a stop when he saw that he had a missed text from her. It was from ten minutes ago.

If you meant any of it, if any of it was real, meet me at The Ridge.

That was it. Nothing else. No “I hate you,” or “How could you?” His breathing was labored as he struggled to think. The Ridge was probably the worst possible place she could be. It was elevated and offered no protection. But he had to get there if that’s where she was. His fingers flew across the screen as he messaged her back.

On my way. I’ll explain everything, angel face.

A tiny sliver of relief glimmered in his chest. She was okay. He would explain. He would get Cami to talk to her if he had to, to tell her everything and anything she wanted to know. But first he had to get her the hell out of there and to someplace safe.

Pointing the truck toward The Ridge, he pulled onto the main road. The wipers rocked against the windshield as fast as they could in the currents of water washing over them. Hayden squinted, leaning as far forward as he could to try and see out of the windshield. Steam filled the cab and fogged up the windshield.

He pushed the panic rising up in him as far away as he could. If anything happened to her...It will be because of me.

When his phone buzzed in his hand, he nearly cried out in relief. But when he looked down, it wasn’t her calling.

Pops, the screen said.

“I’m heading home as soon as I find Ella Jane,” he said into the phone. “She’s at The Ridge and I—”

“Hayden, get…” The old man’s voice crackled through the line and then static burst into his ear. “Now…shattered…to the hospital.”

“What? Pops, I can’t hear you. What did you say?” Hayden gripped the steering wheel with his free hand and tried to stay in the middle of the road. He could feel the tires threatening to lose their grip in the rushing water.

“Your grandmother… unconscious.”

“Pops?”

“Ambulances…all out. Need you…”

The bad connection made Hayden want to hit something hard and throw the damned phone out the window. He couldn’t reach Ella Jane. Couldn’t understand a word his granddad was saying. Something about his grandmother and ambulances.

“Help,” was the last word he heard the old man say before the connection went dead.

But he couldn’t help. Couldn’t get to his girl and couldn’t get to his grandparents. Because the storm was right in front of him, coming at him like the trains Ella Jane loved to watch. It was wide and black—the devil dropping down to earth as his gran would say—and for a split second, he could only stare at it in awestruck horror.

Snapping out of his brief encounter with shock and turning the wheel as sharp as he could, he had one last thought as the tires squealed in protest, losing their fight against the rushing rapids.

I can’t help anyone, Pops. I can’t even help myself.

38

Ella Jane

ON my way. I’ll explain everything, angel face.

She’d been staring at his reply for every second of the eleven minutes since it had come through. The storm was raging outside of her truck and he still hadn’t shown.

Panic swirled inside of her. Panic and hurt and betrayal and the deep need to know he was okay even if it had all been a lie.

And then once she knew he was okay, she would demand the truth. Even if the truth was she’d just been a summer fling behind his beautiful girlfriend’s back.

Anything was better than not knowing.

Her phone vibrated in her hand, jolting her from her trance of staring at it and playing out a dozen possible scenarios in her head.

Her brother’s face filled her screen. She pressed accept on a sigh.

“Kyle?”

“Where the hell are you, EJ?” The panic in his voice was a thousand times more intense than her own.

“The Ridge. I was supposed to meet—”

“Get your ass home right this second. They just issued a tornado warning. It’s touching down. You have to get out of there.”

Her brother was the calmest person she knew. It took a lot—well, it took a guy making a move on her—to really upset him. And she’d never heard him this upset.

“I am. Hayden is meeting me here and then I’ll—”

“Listen to me, dammit. Forget Hayden. Do you hear me, EJ? Forget him. Get home right now.”

“Okay, okay.” She cranked her truck and jumped at the sound of the wailing sirens both inside and outside of her truck.

Weather Service Meteorologists and storm spotters are tracking a large and extremely dangerous storm cell that has been identified as a tornado six miles southeast of Oklahoma City. Doppler Radar shows this tornado moving east at approximately forty miles per hour.

This is a tornado emergency for the following counties…Arden, Beacon, Calumet, Dessin—

“Kyle. Are you still there?”

Her hand shook visibly—or maybe her entire body was shaking—as she reached to turn the radio down so she could hear her brother through the phone.

“Don’t take the main road. It’s flooded,” he shouted at her.

She reached down and shifted into reverse, but when she hit the gas, the tires spun. Solid thunks of hail began to beat down on the roof and tears slipped from her eyes. This was so bad. She was an idiot. She’d lived in Oklahoma her entire life. She knew the warning signs. But she’d ignored each and every one of them—distracted by something that was over before it had begun.

Slamming her foot down as hard as she could, she cried out when it didn’t budge.

“I’m stuck, Kyle. The truck. It’s stuck in the mud. It’s not budging.”

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she heard it. Surely the trains aren’t running in this weather.

But she could hear it coming, could feel the vibration.

Static blared through the speaker against her ear, but she thought she heard her brother’s voice.

“It’ll be okay…coming to get you.”

His words soothed her for the moment. Her body trembled in the truck as she clutched her phone and waited for her savior. The one man she could actually depend on, count on to be there for her. The only one she’d ever be able trust.

39

Kyle

“SHE’S stuck in the mud at The Ridge. I’m going to go get her in my truck. Park your dad’s truck in the barn now before this hail destroys it and it ain’t worth shit,” Kyle yelled at Coop through the rain beating down on him as he got out of the passenger side.

“No. Hell no. I’m coming with you. Get your ass back in this truck,” Coop demanded.

“No. This will blow over and then what will you tell your dad? What will he do about paying the bills? Go! Now!”

Kyle slammed the door and started to dart through the rain toward his own truck, but Coop got out and grabbed him before he got there.

“I’m going with you. I’ll put the truck in the barn first but I’m going.”

Kyle jerked free of his best friend’s grasp and shook his head. “There’s no time. EJ’s in the worst place she could be. I have to go now!”

“To hell with the truck, Kyle. I love her. I’m going.”

“I love her, too, Coop. She’s my damned sister. But I need you to stay here. Run inside and make sure Mama is down in the basement.”

“No,” Coop said, shouting to be heard over the downpour. “I mean, I love her like I’m in love with her. You can kick my ass for it later, but I’ve always loved her. I love her more than I should. Not like a brother. Nothing like a brother, in fact.”

Excellent time for a heart-to-heart, Coop. Kyle nodded frantically as water blinded him. “I know that, jackass. That’s why I trust you to take care of her. It’s why I asked you to do that when I’m gone. But I’m here now and I need you here and every second we waste arguing is a second she’s out there alone. Move your truck and then go the hell inside.”

His words must’ve finally gotten through because Coop’s shoulders dropped in defeat as he acquiesced. “Bring our girl home safe, okay?”

“I will,” Kyle hollered as he jumped into his truck. “And I promise to kick your ass later for taking so long to man up and tell me the truth.”

Kyle flashed his lights at Coop as he headed out of the driveway. His headlights barely made any difference in the pitch he was driving into as he pulled onto the back road that led to The Ridge.

Every muscle in his body was tense as he navigated the treacherous path through the worst storm he’d seen in all of his eighteen years. Throwing up a silent prayer that all of his girls were okay—his mama, his baby sister, and his gorgeous Belle—he gripped the steering wheel with all of his strength.

The automated storm warning played over and over on the radio as he drove as fast as the monsoon he was struggling against would allow. If anything, this was just the confirmation he needed that running off to college wasn’t what was best for his family.

What would’ve happened to EJ if he wasn’t here? It made him sick to even allow that thought into his mind. He’d already dropped the ball once and let City Boy break her heart. Though now he had full confidence that Coop would help mend it. Normally, he wouldn’t have let either of them within reaching distance of his little sister, but what he had with Cami had softened him a bit, made him believe that even people from two different worlds might have a chance.

One summer had changed everything.

His Belle would come around. She’d see that his staying home was what was best for all of them. As if she’d been conjured by his thoughts, his phone lit up in the dark cab of the truck.

Dammit. He’d have to lean way over to get to it, and that would mean taking a hand off the wheel.

By the time he was in a safe enough spot to make a grab for his phone, her call had gone to voicemail. Thank God she’d actually left one.

He smiled as her beautiful voice filled his head. Pulling up at The Ridge, he saw Ella Jane’s silhouette illuminated in his headlights. Crazy girl had gotten out and was trying to push her own truck out of the mud.

He was still listening to his voicemail from Cami when he put his truck in park and opened his door to get out and help his little sister. A vibration from his left startled him and he dropped his phone into the mud.

The train was coming right at him. Just like that linebacker he’d felt coming all summer. The one he wasn’t ready for. It was airborne, off the tracks, and being carried straight toward him and his little sister by a funnel cloud that looked to be as wide as Hope’s Grove.

If it didn’t change course, he’d have to go back on the one promise he never thought he’d break.

He couldn’t protect her. Not this time.

40

Cameron

“THE National Weather Service has issued a Tornado Warning for Calumet County. At 9:55 p.m., trackers confirmed a tornado on the ground,” the radio informed her.

She couldn’t tell which was falling harder—the tears or the rain against the windshield. Even with her wipers on full blast, she couldn’t see to drive. How could I have been so stupid? Being at Hayden’s party, around all the people she used to think were worth impressing, made her realize just how trivial her old life was.

She should have never let her pride get in the way of telling Kyle how she felt, and she should have never worried about what everyone else thought. She was being punished for her past. The way she treated people. The lies. The constant need for approval. All of it.

Mother Nature was letting her know that she wasn’t going to get away with it. And apparently she was a bigger bitch than Cami had ever been.

The howling wind rocked her white Mercedes SUV as she stopped to check her phone. Just like the time before—no signal. She watched the travel time on the GPS increase minute by minute as she sat still in the middle of the road. It had been twenty-two minutes since she put Kyle’s address in back at the party.

She’d taken it as a sign, fate finally helping her out, that the stack of mail sitting on her passenger seat included an invoice from Mason Landscaping and Lawn Care. Seven minutes it had said.

Seven minutes to get to his house and tell him that she loved him and wanted to be with him no matter where he went to school or what he did. Seven minutes to ride the storm out with him holding her close and whispering in her ear that everything was going to be okay instead of out in the middle of nowhere alone.

Maybe fate wasn’t leading her to safety. Maybe it was leading her to exactly what she deserved.

Sheer panic began to take over as the thunder cracked again and a bolt of lightning lit up the sky. She was lost with no cell service. The robotic voice calling out over the radio wasn’t helping matters. Telling her over and over that she was lost in an area that was directly in the path of an oncoming twister.

She wasn’t usually afraid of storms, thanks to the fact that her house had a fully furnished basement she usually sheltered away in when warnings were issued, but out here she had no place to go. She thought about the last big storm that had hit central Oklahoma and the people who had lost their lives by staying in their cars.

“Shit!” She pounded her hand against the steering wheel and tried to remind herself to stay calm. Her palms started to sweat as she held up her phone again, moving it around the car, trying to get a signal.

As she reached into the back seat, staring at a glowing screen, she saw it. Somehow through the wind and rain, she saw it. A light. A small, amber, glowing light fixed to the top of a pole that was rocking back and forth with each gust of wind.

She might not have been country smart, but she was smart enough to know that if there was electricity running to that pole, there was probably somewhere to hide up there.

Cami flipped the switch from two-to four-wheel drive on her SUV and threw it in reverse, driving backward until she saw the lane. Her intuition was right. As she drove up the muddy path, a two-story farmhouse came into view. The windows were dark, and from what she could make out, a few were broken. It was abandoned.

A small barn sat on the corner of the property. The door that once closed off the building was hanging to the side, appearing to have been broken years before the storm had hit. She pulled her vehicle into the barn and let out a sigh as the old roof blocked the heavy fall of rain. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing.

Exiting her vehicle, she looked down at her phone. A signal. One bar. She didn’t know if it would go through, but she tried to call Kyle’s number anyway. Maybe he knew where this place was and he would come to rescue her. She figured he was pissed at her for blowing him off, but there was no way he’d leave her out there alone in the middle of a tornado.

“This is Kyle. Leave a message.” She heard his voice and her heart raced as she started to leave him a message.

“Kyle, it’s me. I’m so sorry I haven’t returned your calls.” The rain started to let out as she paced the dirt floor of the barn. “I was coming to see you and I got lost trying to find your house. GPS says I’m at 640 East Road.” The winds calmed. She stepped out into the open air and looked around. Maybe the storm was over?

“I think the storm’s letting up. When you get this message, please call me back. I’ll wait here until I hear from you.”

That’s when she heard it. A sound she’d heard so many people talk about, but never actually experienced. Like a freight train running at full speed.

It was too dark in the distance to see where it was coming from, but she knew it was getting closer. With her phone still to her ear, she said something she’d never said to anyone—something she feared she’d never get to say again. “I love you.”

Epilogue

Kyle

FUNERALS are depressing as shit. Seriously. Why people even have them is beyond me. Standing around in uncomfortable clothes while people drone on about how unfortunate it is.

I mean no disrespect to the dead, but a funeral is so ass backwards. Crowd around and watch as they put the person in the ground then go have coffee and cake? Who the hell thought of that?

In my opinion, there should be music, dancing, cake, and we can skip the morbid gravesite stuff. People should be celebrating the fact that they’re still alive and not the ones in the ground. But no. We all stand around, hurting, grieving. Each of us replaying the last time we saw or talked to that person in our heads. Wondering if we’d have done something different, changed one little thing, if our loved one would still be alive.

Like we have that kind of power. I mean, I’m a confident guy, but even my balls aren’t that big. I believe in God. Or I believe in…something. There’s definitely a higher power that controls this type of thing. There has to be. Otherwise there’d be some kind of order to it. Or no one would ever die. Or we’d all just hit the designated age and drop dead. But that’s not how it works. It’s just the luck of the draw.

One minute you’re here and then you’re off to who knows where. Summer is officially over and it’s time to move on to whatever’s next. College for some. Work for others. Both, maybe. Or neither.

But there are those who don’t get a choice, a few who don’t make it out alive. A knife slices through their lives, cutting it short at sunrise. Before they’ve even really lived. A future that once seemed so bright can be extinguished in a single second.

Heads that were bent in sadness, some shielded by hats and sunglasses, glance up as it starts to rain. More storms are coming. If the weatherman is right, they’ll be here before we’ve even recovered from the last one. A few black umbrellas open, and I want to tell them that their efforts are pointless. There’s no way to be prepared for what’s coming.

Dark clouds gather on the horizon and roll toward us. We’re in the worst possible place. They don’t call it Tornado Alley for nothing.

Yet here we stand. Mourning. Grieving. Too distracted by loss to notice that we’re right in the path of destruction.

Content

Storm Warning
Broken Heartland - 1
by
E. Lee & C. Quinn

Prologue

June Severe Storm Warning Tip # 1

1 Cameron

2 Hayden

3 Ella Jane

4 Cooper

5 Cameron

6 Kyle

7 Cooper

8 Hayden

9 Ella Jane

10 Cooper

11 Cameron

July Severe Storm Warning Tip # 2

12 Cameron

13 Kyle

14 Ella Jane

15 Hayden

16 Cooper

17 Cameron

18 Ella Jane

19 Hayden

20 Cameron

21 Ella Jane

22 Cooper

23 Hayden

August Severe Storm Warning Tip # 3

24 Cameron

25 Ella Jane

26 Kyle

27 Hayden

28 Cameron

29 Kyle

30 Ella Jane

31 Hayden

32 Ella Jane

33 Cameron

34 Hayden

35 Ella Jane

36 Cooper

37 Hayden

38 Ella Jane

39 Kyle

40 Cameron

Epilogue