Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 94106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“The summer house. I’ll go out to Montauk for the summer.”
“I can’t commute from there every day.”
“So? Who asked you to commute? I meant I would spend the summer out there, and you would spend the summer here.”
“Not happening.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’d be all alone, and there’s no security out there.”
“It’s Montauk. No one even locks their doors. We spent every summer out there growing up. Montauk is safer than Manhattan.”
“How do I know you aren’t going to have wild parties?”
“So what if I do?”
“You’re nineteen, not twenty-one.”
She arched a brow. “And you never had a drink or threw a party until you were twenty-one?”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
“It just is.”
“God, Ford. When did you turn into Dad?”
Even if I had security installed at the beach house out east, I wasn’t sure it was a good place for Bella to be. Neither of us had been there since we lost Mom and Dad, and if there was anyplace in the world that was filled with memories of them, it was Montauk—Mom hosing down our feet in the outdoor shower, having breakfast with Dad on the back deck. Dad leaning in the doorway quietly, watching Mom dance to music in the kitchen. The way he smiled when he looked at her—that thought picked at a wound that had only just begun to heal.
When our accountant had suggested we rent out the place, I didn’t even entertain the idea. I’d rather take the loss on maintaining the property than let strangers into the house.
Bella would never be able to handle the stir of all those memories. Honestly, I wasn’t sure I could either. I should probably just put the place up for sale.
“Come on, Ford. You know, I don’t actually need your permission to go. I can grab the Jitney while you’re at work.”
Of course she was right. Bella was over eighteen and could go anywhere she wanted now. The only thing I held over her was the purse strings. I was her financial trustee until she was twenty-one.
“Maybe we can spend a weekend out there or something?” I said.
“You mean the two of us? Gee, how romantic. Sounds like a blast.”
I sighed. This was going to be one long-ass summer.
Chapter 3
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Valentina
At first, scrolling through the responses I received had been entertaining. I’d sift through the dating profiles while having a glass of wine and read the endless stream of messages. But after a few days, it became apparent that even though some of the guys seemed nice, I wasn’t going to respond to any of them.
I had no idea what to say. I’m totally not ready.
Just as I was about to sign off and go to bed, an instant message popped up on the bottom of my screen. I didn’t even know you could send those. Donovan620 from New York City wrote: Ryan is my middle name. Am I disqualified?
I’d forgotten to change the part of my profile that said my ideal match was not named Ryan, having been too focused on removing the part about favoritism shown to those nicknamed Cunnilingus King. Although, it was probably just as well since the thought of calling another man Ryan after so many years with my husband was just too odd to me. Plus, it was also my son’s name.
When I didn’t respond in a few minutes, another message popped up.
Donovan620: Really? I’m vetoed because of a middle name? I can probably get it legally changed if it works out. Although, my grandfather might be upset.
His message made me laugh, so I typed back.
Val44: I actually think Ryan as a middle name would be fine, so long as you would stipulate to abbreviate it in your signature and not introduce yourself utilizing it.
Donovan620: If anyone you meet on here introduces himself using his first, middle, and last name, you should delete him immediately. That’s just weird.
Val44: You’re probably right.
Donovan620: I get that a lot. So…why so anti-Ryan, Valentina D?
He’d used my full name, which meant he must have checked out my profile. Curiously, I clicked on his. There was only one picture, although it definitely caught my attention. He was mid air, jumping off a high-dive board, and the photo was taken from the ground. His knees were tucked and his arms wrapped around them as he cannonballed into a pool. It was almost the same profile pic as my photo, except he was, of course, a man. I looked closer—Donovan620 was definitely a man, with some amazing muscular arms wrapped around his knees. Even his calf muscles bulged in the shot.
Another message popped up. I hadn’t responded to his question about the name Ryan.
Donovan620: Are you busy checking out my profile or ignoring me?
Val44: Ignoring you.
Donovan620: Well, you’re not very good at it seeing as you just responded.
He made me smile again. So I ’fessed up.