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Authors: Lucy Score
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Thursday’s delivery. We’re already running low.”
“If you need something early, let me know. I can have Beckett bring it out.”
“Appreciate that,” Bobby nodded. She turned her attention back to Summer. “A writer, huh?”
“Editor actually,” Summer said, sliding a slice onto her plate.
“Too bad. Your mom would be over the moon if this was a date,” she winked at Carter. “How long are you in town, Summer?”
“A week.”
Bobby harrumphed. “A week is plenty of time for romance. Speaking of, it’s nice to see your mom out and about with her new beau. I ran into them at the winery in Coopersville last weekend when I was visiting my sister. Anyway, I’ll grab your salads.”
Summer caught the fierce look that Bobby missed on Carter’s face. “So, I take it that was news to you?”
“God damn Blue Moon busybodies.” Carter frowned fiercely. He yanked his phone out of his jeans and fired off a text.
Summer dropped a slice onto his plate. She had a feeling the Pierce family’s peace and quiet was in for a shake-up.
CHAPTER SEVEN
S ummer woke disoriented in the dark to the sounds of a scuffle.
It took her a moment to remember where she was. Carter’s house. Blue Moon Bend. After dinner the night before, she had posted a blog and started organizing her interview notes for the article before exhaustion forced her into bed at the pathetic hour of 9 p.m. No wonder she was confused.
Another thud from downstairs sounded. That was most definitely the sound of a body hitting the floor.
She yanked on a cardigan over her tank top and boxers and scurried down the stairs. Her trembling fingers found the light switch just inside the front door. She flipped it on and flooded the foyer with light.
Carter, wearing only pajama pants, was rolling around on the floor grappling with another man.
“God damnit, you know who I am, Carter! Stop hitting me, asshole,” the stranger cursed.
“I know it’s you. That’s why I’m hitting you,” Carter grunted, releasing him from the chokehold.
They sat up and beyond the twin bloody noses and blooming bruises Summer saw the family resemblance.
“Jackson,” she gasped.
Both men swiveled to face her. Carter dragged his brother to his feet.
“This Summer?” Jackson asked, swiping at the blood on his face.
“How the hell does everyone in this damn place know who I am?” Summer groaned. She stomped past the brothers to the kitchen.
They followed her back and watched her start the coffee pot. She tossed a box of tissues at Jackson, who shoved one up his nose to stem the bleeding and passed the box to Carter who did the same. “What is wrong with you two?”
“He broke into my house. He could have been a crazed maniac trying to kill you,” Carter started.
“You knew who he was when you punched him in the face,” she accused, dumping some ice cubes into a resealable bag. She threw it at Jackson, who put it on his eye.
“I wasn’t one hundred percent certain.”
“I said ‘It’s me, Jackson. Stop punching me in the face,’” his brother interrupted.
“Any maniac could have done some basic research and used that line.”
“Let’s get back to the main questions here, Jackson,” Summer said, snatching coffee mugs out of the cabinet. “What are you doing sneaking into your brother’s house at 5:30 in the morning, and how the hell do you and everyone else in this ridiculous town know who I am?”
“Well, you’re all over the Blue Moon Gossip group and your blog came up in my Google alert for the farm.”
“Hang on.” Summer pinched her nose between her finger and thumb and turned her back on Carter so she wouldn’t be distracted by his spectacular pecs. “What’s the Blue Moon Gossip group?”
“It’s a Facebook group for the town. See?” Jackson pulled it up on his phone and slid it across the island to her.
Summer scrolled through the photos and posts.
Spotted: Carter and Summer satisfying their sweet tooth with gelato and
“If you need something early, let me know. I can have Beckett bring it out.”
“Appreciate that,” Bobby nodded. She turned her attention back to Summer. “A writer, huh?”
“Editor actually,” Summer said, sliding a slice onto her plate.
“Too bad. Your mom would be over the moon if this was a date,” she winked at Carter. “How long are you in town, Summer?”
“A week.”
Bobby harrumphed. “A week is plenty of time for romance. Speaking of, it’s nice to see your mom out and about with her new beau. I ran into them at the winery in Coopersville last weekend when I was visiting my sister. Anyway, I’ll grab your salads.”
Summer caught the fierce look that Bobby missed on Carter’s face. “So, I take it that was news to you?”
“God damn Blue Moon busybodies.” Carter frowned fiercely. He yanked his phone out of his jeans and fired off a text.
Summer dropped a slice onto his plate. She had a feeling the Pierce family’s peace and quiet was in for a shake-up.
CHAPTER SEVEN
S ummer woke disoriented in the dark to the sounds of a scuffle.
It took her a moment to remember where she was. Carter’s house. Blue Moon Bend. After dinner the night before, she had posted a blog and started organizing her interview notes for the article before exhaustion forced her into bed at the pathetic hour of 9 p.m. No wonder she was confused.
Another thud from downstairs sounded. That was most definitely the sound of a body hitting the floor.
She yanked on a cardigan over her tank top and boxers and scurried down the stairs. Her trembling fingers found the light switch just inside the front door. She flipped it on and flooded the foyer with light.
Carter, wearing only pajama pants, was rolling around on the floor grappling with another man.
“God damnit, you know who I am, Carter! Stop hitting me, asshole,” the stranger cursed.
“I know it’s you. That’s why I’m hitting you,” Carter grunted, releasing him from the chokehold.
They sat up and beyond the twin bloody noses and blooming bruises Summer saw the family resemblance.
“Jackson,” she gasped.
Both men swiveled to face her. Carter dragged his brother to his feet.
“This Summer?” Jackson asked, swiping at the blood on his face.
“How the hell does everyone in this damn place know who I am?” Summer groaned. She stomped past the brothers to the kitchen.
They followed her back and watched her start the coffee pot. She tossed a box of tissues at Jackson, who shoved one up his nose to stem the bleeding and passed the box to Carter who did the same. “What is wrong with you two?”
“He broke into my house. He could have been a crazed maniac trying to kill you,” Carter started.
“You knew who he was when you punched him in the face,” she accused, dumping some ice cubes into a resealable bag. She threw it at Jackson, who put it on his eye.
“I wasn’t one hundred percent certain.”
“I said ‘It’s me, Jackson. Stop punching me in the face,’” his brother interrupted.
“Any maniac could have done some basic research and used that line.”
“Let’s get back to the main questions here, Jackson,” Summer said, snatching coffee mugs out of the cabinet. “What are you doing sneaking into your brother’s house at 5:30 in the morning, and how the hell do you and everyone else in this ridiculous town know who I am?”
“Well, you’re all over the Blue Moon Gossip group and your blog came up in my Google alert for the farm.”
“Hang on.” Summer pinched her nose between her finger and thumb and turned her back on Carter so she wouldn’t be distracted by his spectacular pecs. “What’s the Blue Moon Gossip group?”
“It’s a Facebook group for the town. See?” Jackson pulled it up on his phone and slid it across the island to her.
Summer scrolled through the photos and posts.
Spotted: Carter and Summer satisfying their sweet tooth with gelato and
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