Summer Temptation (Hot in the Hamptons Book 2) Read Free

when we first met.” His tone took on a dreamy quality, as if remembering the day. Then he smiled. “I can sure pick em’ can’t I? Your granddad’s still got it.”
    That smile, again, when I hadn’t seen it in months…and he was smiling because of Leigh.
    My drink came and I chugged it down. Then Murphy insisted I eat something before he’d let me drive. While I scarfed down a cheeseburger and fries, he ate a piece of the chocolate layer cake he and grandma used to share on their anniversary while he spoke at length about his earlier dinner companion.
    “She’s staying with a friend in Wainscott, over in East Hampton.”
    Probably with her boyfriend, who no doubt had more money than I did.
    “You owe her an apology, you know.” He used his napkin to wipe some chocolate icing from his upper lip.
    Maybe I did. “How do you propose I go about doing that? Do you have her telephone number?”
    “No.” He shook his head. “I only gave her mine.”
    “Do you know where she’s staying in Wainscott?”
    He shook his head again. Then his eyes widened. “But she did mention she and her friends are going to a big bonfire Sunday night.” He smiled. “I bet you could find out where.”
    Shit.

Leigh
     
    I t took another forty-five minutes in the car, more because of traffic than distance, to get to Storme’s beach house. I made good use of my time to calm down after that awful confrontation with Murphy’s horrible grandson. Poor Murphy, having to deal with that rude, controlling halfwit on a regular basis.
    Too bad his short dark hair, sensual blue eyes, and brooding good looks were wasted on a tall, well-put-together man who was completely lacking in manners, tact, and personality.
    Feeling much more relaxed, I pulled into Storme’s driveway. The house…took my breath away. Opulent came to mind. Huge. More of an estate than the ‘summer cottage’ she’d invited me to visit. For fun and frolic, she’d said. Honestly, I wasn’t the type to frolic, but fun? I was in dire need of some fun.
    I parked my trusty, six-year-old white Subaru right between Storme’s shiny, cherry red convertible and the dark blue, classic muscle car Kelsey had inherited from her dad when she’d turned twenty-one. I think she’d called it a 1968 Shelby Mustang, as if that meant something. The cars, like the three of us, couldn’t be more different.
    Storme, a gorgeous brunette, Kelsey, a beautiful blond, as strong as she was pretty, and me, with light brownish-red hair and okay looks, at least in my opinion. Storme’s family very wealthy and living life so everybody knew it, Kelsey’s family the exact opposite of wealthy, and my family…well, my dad made a lot of money, but we lived our lives somewhere in between.
    The front door opened and Storme ran out first, her dark wavy hair loose, wearing skimpy denim shorts and a clingy pink tank top. “Finally. If you didn’t get here soon we were going to go out looking for you.” She pulled me into a hug.
    Kelsey followed behind her, blond hair up in a loose, messy knot, dressed in ‘thrift shop chic,’ as she called it, but always managing to look great. “Heard you tried to back out,” she said, her words tinged with a sweet southern accent as she hugged me too. “We would have come up to Westchester to get you.” She looked me in the eyes. “You know that, right?”
    I smiled, deciding I’d wait until later to tell them my plans to return home at least one night a week to check on my dad and grandpa. “Why else do you think I came?”
    “To spend the summer in the Hamptons,” Storme said. “To relax on the beach during the day and party all night.”
    Threat of sunburn aside, relaxing on the beach sounded great. Partying all night? Not so much.
    “To meet hot guys and have raunchy sex under the starry sky.” Kelsey winked.
    She knew that wasn’t me at all.
    “Stop it,” Storme said, giving Kelsey a playful push on the shoulder. Then she slid her arm through mine