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off. But you gotta know one thing if you know me at all. Hurting Amy is not something I ever wanted to do.”
“Tony,” Jenna said. “Are you sure this is what you want? If you are, well, you are. We care about you and we’ll respect your decision. But if you’re not, you’re about to lose a woman who really loves you.”
I think I already have .
AMY SPENT THE afternoon at Duck Harbor, reading a romance novel. She didn’t care that the sun had long ago set, or that she had goose bumps all over her body. She was lost in the love of two fictional people, which was a heck of a lot better than thinking about her own broken heart. She decided to revel in the fictional world for a while longer. What did she have to rush home to? There was a barbecue tonight in the quad, and she knew exactly how that would go, didn’t she? She’d gotten a nice little preview of things to come at the hotel. The girls loved her and they loved Tony, but their loyalty to her was thick as tar. Sticky, mucky tar that she counted on to pull her through. But the thought of them being mad at Tony for not wanting her made her a little queasy. She knew Tony’s friendships with the girls were treasured as much as hers was. She didn’t want to be the cause of trouble between any of them.
She was also clued in to herself to realize that she sure as heck wasn’t experienced enough in love to figure it all out on her own. Her heart knew and loved Tony. Beyond that, not much made sense. Would she ever be able to tuck away those feelings and allow another man to replace him? She wasn’t sure, but she had to go back to her cottage and face the music. Tony and the girls were her friends, and she needed to fix things between them.
On her way back to Seaside, she stopped at the Wellfleet Market to pick up wine, chicken for the barbecue, and to check out the new books they had on the shelves. She read through each title, but she’d sort of had her fill of romance for the day, and mysteries were too intense. She was more a romance or literary-fiction girl. But today even literary fiction wasn’t piquing her interest. She didn’t want to read about anything too heavy. She turned toward the register and spotted a rack of greeting cards. She loved cards. A cute picture and a few words could change someone’s whole day. Maybe she’d find something funny for the girls and surprise them with it. She turned the rack away from the birthday section and read a few of the Girlfriend cards. Ugh . The cards were all about men and relationships. Couldn’t she escape that for just one day? Her friends had guys. Perfect, romantic, loving guys who would do anything for them.
She gave the rack another spin and plucked a card from the thin wire shelf. There was a picture of a little boy and girl sitting on a stoop; the boy was whispering in the girl’s ear. Cute . She flipped it open and read the inscription. My life’s just better with you in it. She shoved it back in the rack and tried to block the thoughts of Tony that stupid card conjured up. She should have known better than to pick it up. She snagged a card that had a picture of a bottle of wine and an unattractive man on the front and flipped it open. Drink up. He’ll look good by the time you finish.
When had greeting cards become so lame? She nixed the card idea, and her eyes caught on a little surfboard key chain hanging from a display next to the card rack. She unhooked it from the display and ran her fingers over the inscription, #1 Surfer Dude . She felt herself smile and then chided herself for thinking of Tony.
Yeah, right. Don’t think of Tony. Like that has a chance of happening .
She took the key chain and her other groceries and headed for the cashier.
The barbecue was in full swing when she arrived at Seaside. The bonfire was lit, Tony, Kurt, and Bella were manning the barbecue on Leanna’s deck, and Pete and Caden were carrying a table from Bella and Caden’s deck into the quad.
“Tony,” Jenna said. “Are you sure this is what you want? If you are, well, you are. We care about you and we’ll respect your decision. But if you’re not, you’re about to lose a woman who really loves you.”
I think I already have .
AMY SPENT THE afternoon at Duck Harbor, reading a romance novel. She didn’t care that the sun had long ago set, or that she had goose bumps all over her body. She was lost in the love of two fictional people, which was a heck of a lot better than thinking about her own broken heart. She decided to revel in the fictional world for a while longer. What did she have to rush home to? There was a barbecue tonight in the quad, and she knew exactly how that would go, didn’t she? She’d gotten a nice little preview of things to come at the hotel. The girls loved her and they loved Tony, but their loyalty to her was thick as tar. Sticky, mucky tar that she counted on to pull her through. But the thought of them being mad at Tony for not wanting her made her a little queasy. She knew Tony’s friendships with the girls were treasured as much as hers was. She didn’t want to be the cause of trouble between any of them.
She was also clued in to herself to realize that she sure as heck wasn’t experienced enough in love to figure it all out on her own. Her heart knew and loved Tony. Beyond that, not much made sense. Would she ever be able to tuck away those feelings and allow another man to replace him? She wasn’t sure, but she had to go back to her cottage and face the music. Tony and the girls were her friends, and she needed to fix things between them.
On her way back to Seaside, she stopped at the Wellfleet Market to pick up wine, chicken for the barbecue, and to check out the new books they had on the shelves. She read through each title, but she’d sort of had her fill of romance for the day, and mysteries were too intense. She was more a romance or literary-fiction girl. But today even literary fiction wasn’t piquing her interest. She didn’t want to read about anything too heavy. She turned toward the register and spotted a rack of greeting cards. She loved cards. A cute picture and a few words could change someone’s whole day. Maybe she’d find something funny for the girls and surprise them with it. She turned the rack away from the birthday section and read a few of the Girlfriend cards. Ugh . The cards were all about men and relationships. Couldn’t she escape that for just one day? Her friends had guys. Perfect, romantic, loving guys who would do anything for them.
She gave the rack another spin and plucked a card from the thin wire shelf. There was a picture of a little boy and girl sitting on a stoop; the boy was whispering in the girl’s ear. Cute . She flipped it open and read the inscription. My life’s just better with you in it. She shoved it back in the rack and tried to block the thoughts of Tony that stupid card conjured up. She should have known better than to pick it up. She snagged a card that had a picture of a bottle of wine and an unattractive man on the front and flipped it open. Drink up. He’ll look good by the time you finish.
When had greeting cards become so lame? She nixed the card idea, and her eyes caught on a little surfboard key chain hanging from a display next to the card rack. She unhooked it from the display and ran her fingers over the inscription, #1 Surfer Dude . She felt herself smile and then chided herself for thinking of Tony.
Yeah, right. Don’t think of Tony. Like that has a chance of happening .
She took the key chain and her other groceries and headed for the cashier.
The barbecue was in full swing when she arrived at Seaside. The bonfire was lit, Tony, Kurt, and Bella were manning the barbecue on Leanna’s deck, and Pete and Caden were carrying a table from Bella and Caden’s deck into the quad.
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