Second Chance Summer: Menage Romance Novel (Midnight Cove Menage Book 1) by Marie Carnay Read Free Book Online

“Who’s Brad?”
    “The head lifeguard and Midnight Cove’s building inspector. He’s the only thing standing between us and the bar.” Blake raised his voice as Devin jogged away. “He’ll probably deny our permit on principle!”
    “Then stop shouting so we don’t get caught.” Devin stopped in front of the lifeguard hut. Fifty years old, with whitewashed wood walls perched ten feet off the sand, that place had seen more teenage action than anywhere else in the Cove.
    Blake glanced at Summer. Some twenty-one-year-old action too. He still remembered her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Black tank top and jean skirt. Just enough thigh to grab ahold of as he pressed her against a pillar.
    Maybe a break from real life wasn’t a terrible idea. Maybe it would show Summer what she’d been missing.
    With a deep breath, Blake tossed the roll to her. “Come on, let’s have some fun.” He pulled his sunglasses down—oversized and bright red—and loped after Devin.
    As he stopped beneath the lifeguard station, a toilet paper roll sailed over the roof and landed with a soft thud on the other side. Summer . Blake laughed and let his tension go. If Brad had an issue with them, he’d deal with it. Just not tonight.
    Devin picked up the roll, pulled back and whoosh! Over the roof it went. A few seconds later, back it came with Summer’s warm, bubbly laugh hitching a ride.
    Devin caught it and tossed it back. “See, I told you this would be fun.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “A half hour of this and it’ll all come back, Blake. She’ll remember.”
    Blake picked up the pack of toilet paper and fished out another roll. “I sure as hell hope so.”
    “Just watch.”
    “Watch what?” Summer bounded through the toilet paper streamers covering the station and came to a stop in front of them. “Is there something else going on tonight?”
    Devin shrugged. “No. I was just telling Blake that come tomorrow, this’ll be the talk of the surfers. We’ll probably have more business than we know what to do with.”
    “And a whole big mess to clean up.” Summer held half a roll in one hand and eyed the station house. “You both are coming out here first thing and cleaning this up, right?”
    Devin grinned. “I never said anything about cleaning it up.”
    Blake shook his head and Summer did the same. “You’re terrible.”
    “I know. Now help us out and throw that thing, would you?”
    Summer shook her head with a smile. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She pulled her arm back and launched the toilet paper over the roof.
    Blake grinned and jogged through the mess to pick it up on the other side. “Here it comes!” He launched it back over and Summer caught it with a laugh.
    As the station disappeared under white streamers, they all fell into rhythm. Summer’s laugh warmed and grew. Her smile turned infectious. The woman Blake had fallen for was back. Spectacular. Larger than life.
    Strips of the rolls hung down on all sides of the hut in makeshift paper curtains that hid everything inside. Without saying a word, the three of them ducked beneath the white and stood under the station.
    Summer dropped her empty roll and took off her sunglasses. She spun around, laughing with wide eyes. Chestnut hair streaming, dress waving in the air like the ocean.
    God, to have her back. To wrap her up in his arms and forget all about the last four years.
    The pain. Heartache. What happened when she left. Blake shook his head and stepped toward her. He’d never be able to let her go. Never be able to move on.
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SUMMER
    Summer spun around and laughed at the craziness of it all. Twisting loops of toilet paper hung down like an art installation. Gauzy curtains blocked out the moonlight and the houses dotting the shoreline. A tiny cocoon on the sand shutting out everything but the sound of the ocean and her own beating heart.
    Blake’s feet kicked sand onto her toes and she glanced up. Swallowed. The angle of his