Summer's Landing (A Loving Summer Standalone Novel Series): Loving Summer Spinoff (Loving Summer Series Book 9) Read Free Page A

scrolling through a tablet. 
    “Hey
Drew,” I said.  It was like old times. I walked up to him and gave him a fist
bump. He fist-bumped me back.
    “You’re
up, Bro,” Drew said grinning. “For a moment there, I thought you were the one
in a coma. Yup, the staff here filled me in. I take no offense to you not
visiting me earlier. Seemed like you were in pretty bad shape. But looks to me,
that was greatly exaggerated.”
    “Not
really,” I said. “I was bandaged like the Mummy for days until today. Whoever
blew up my warehouse was out to take out as many men as possible, including
me.”
    I
saw Summer and Rachel flinch.
    Apparently
while I was out, no one had informed them about the gravity of the situation.
Good thing too or things would’ve gotten even more chaotic.
    “No
need to be alarmed,” I turned to them. “Luis and Hector told me they combed the
entire facility for more explosives, but found nothing more.”
    “Did
they catch who did it?” Summer asked, her eyes filled with fury. “I mean you
could’ve been killed.”
    “They’re
working on it,” I said. “It definitely came from within so we have a Benedict
Arnold. Which would require the utmost secrecy between us.”
    Summer,
Rachel, and Drew fell silent as we were all thinking of how deep that betrayal
would be to find out someone close to you whom you thought was a loyal and
trustworthy friend was actually the one trying to kill you.
    I
walked up to Summer, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into me where I
leaned in and kissed her long and passionately in front of Drew. When I pulled
away, Summer’s face was flushed. She was clearly affected by my kiss, as I was.
My heart was pounding hard, and I wanted more of Summer. “Thank you, Baby, for
being so worried for me. You are my girl.”
    Summer
looked ready to correct me, but I glanced over to Drew pointedly. Summer
followed my lead by looking over at him. Drew didn’t bat an eye. He was back to
looking at his tablet. He really has forgotten being with Summer. The old Drew
would have jumped out of bed, walked right up to me and push me away from
Summer, fighting for her like a caveman over his woman.
    Maybe
he missed it. One way to test a man about how he felt about a girl was to kick
them where it hurt. No man would want to see his fiancé manhandled by another
man so…I grabbed Summer, whispered into her ear to play along, and pushed her
against the wall where I wrapped her legs around my waist. I leaned into her
and buried my face into the deep valley between her sumptuous breasts and
kissed the top of them. “I’m starved for you, Summer,” I said. “You getting
angry about the explosion for my sake only made me realize how much I missed these
past couple of days without you. Tonight, you are sleeping with me in my bed.
I’m going to make up for lost time by making love to you all night.”
    I
knew I sounded corny, but to any man who hear another man talking about having
sex with their fiancé, or even seeing another man grope his woman; it would
push any man to act.
    “Now
I’m worried,” I heard Rachel said, catching on to what Summer and I was doing.
    We
all glanced over at Drew. He was smiling.
“You two should get married already. You could barely keep your hands off each
other. Go at it. I can’t wait to become an uncle, and I’m sure Mom and Dad
wants grandkids right away. Why wait? You two aren’t getting any younger.”
    Rachel
coughed and said, “You knucklehead, Drew. If you only knew. If you only knew.”
    “What?”
Drew asked.
    Rachel
just shook her head.
    Summer’s
face fell as she left the room. She was very upset, which made my heart ache
for her.
    As
for my dumb brother with no clue, amnesia or not, I turned to him and said,
“It’s time you see a professional for your memory loss.” I walked out the room,
after Summer.
    She
was fast and had already made it out the medical building, headed to my private
quarters where she had her belongings.