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.Lucky for us, the side of Pop’s garage is sheltered by a high fence and plenty of bushes, because that nosy old biddy Mrs.Holmes lives right next door.Mind you, I’m not opposed to give her an eyeful of me fucking Kels, especially after she cornered me yesterday and gave me the third degree about not having a ring on Kels’ finger yet.“Beck,” Kelsey suddenly moans, her legs squeezing my hips.“I’ve missed this so much.”“Me too,” I groan, covering her mouth with mine as I continue to pound into her, not giving a shit who sees us.Thirty minutes later and I’m finally driving out of Rockport, on my way back to Boston.Despite reservations about leaving Kelsey, I feel good knowing that Finn and Pop will both keep an eye on her.Plus, a couple of good fucks hasn’t hurt.I’m pretty sure I’m wearing a permanent I-just-got-laid grin on my face these days.Fuck, several weeks ago I’d thought this would just be a quick trip back to Rockport.A swoop in and save the day kinda thing before I walked away again, pretending once more that Kelsey and the people in this town meant nothing to me.But of course that all changed the second I saw her again.Even before I was inside her, I knew I was never going to be able to leave her again.I didn’t just still love her, I needed her, ached for her, wanted her with everything that I had.And as soon as all of this shit with Jason is sorted, I’m going to make sure she knows that.Knows it in a way that means she’ll never doubt me again.“Fuck me,” I say to myself, stealing a quick glance in the rear view mirror as the town disappears behind me.“Haven’t you fucking changed?”Chapter Twenty-OneKelseyIt’s only been a day since Beck left, but I’m finding myself falling back into old habits.Completely consumed with work at the inn, I’m left with little time to fixate on his absence.It’s not that I don’t miss him terribly, because I do; it’s just that today The Rockport Beach Inn is hosting a wedding for the daughter of a Boston politician and it could mean huge publicity for my tiny inn.I spent yesterday making sure everything was delivered and set up to the specifications I discussed with the bride and her soon-to-be husband.The white wooden folding chairs arranged in rows overlooking the water and the ivy-covered trellis with the hand chosen pale pink roses slipped in periodically; all of it centered perfectly on the entrance to the dock.It was around midnight last night that the tent was finally put up and the paper lanterns hung.All of this accomplished with my hard-working team of employees and Erin.It’s times like this that I am forever grateful to have Erin in my life.She doesn’t have to help me, but for some reason, she never says no.I realize how lucky I am to have a friend like her, even if she won’t just admit she might be in love with Ryan.The thought makes me giggle as I picture the two of them getting married in a ceremony just like this, and even though they just met, I have a feeling about the two of them.Just like I did with Beck and me when we met back all those years ago.Sometimes it’s just right.I stand back and take it all in.It looks amazing, exactly as I pictured in my head and I close my eyes and breathe a sigh of relief just as Erin walks up next to me and gives me a little bump with her hip.“Hey, girly,” she says, smiling.“Looks beautiful, but we gotta get moving.The florist just pulled up and we gotta get these tables and chairs dressed.”I chuckle a little before giving her a questioning look.“I thought I was in charge here, bossy pants.”“Looks like you’re just standing around to me.”“Pfft, what, need someone to boss around since your boy’s been gone?” I ask as I link arms with her and walk back towards the inn.She shakes her head and rolls her eyes, but tosses in a, “Maybe” and a wink and I immediately feel myself grinning like a kid on Christmas.This is the closest she’s come to admitting she actually likes Ryan and it makes me giddy.Convening in the kitchen, I begin to give my staff directions on dressing the chairs and tables, while Erin barks out orders to the florist.A few minutes later, everyone has dispersed; working dutifully as Erin and I meet up in my office.“Shit, your job is a lot of fucking work.I’ll take five year olds over this any day,” Erin says as she falls into a chair in front of my desk.“Thanks so much for all your help.I seriously couldn’t have done any of this without you.Have I told you lately that I love the shit out of you?” I ask, while fluttering my eyelashes at her.“Don’t mention it and no, you haven’t professed your love for me lately, but I feel the same way.” She winks again and pulls herself up from the chair.“We should probably head home to shower and change before the wedding.”I nod in agreement.With the ceremony taking place at dusk and the reception to follow, we only have a couple of hours before this wedding is in full swing [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]