Summer at the Shore (Seashell Bay Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

Sunset.” While the sunset view from the inn was often spectacular, she thought the name made it sound like a retirement home. Morgan still hoped to adopt a fresher label, but her sister was balking. Sabrina’s greatest desire was for everything to stay the same. Change—almost any change—filled her with anxiety.
    “I’ll spend tonight with my folks,” Ryan said, “and tomorrow morning we can start by going over what you want done. How’s that work for you?”
    Fantastic—if this plan doesn’t blow up in my face
. “Sounds perfect. You can’t believe how much I appreciate this, Ryan.”
    He shook his head. “It’s no big deal. Is eight o’clock too early?”
    “Absolutely not. Sabrina gets breakfast started by six, and I’m usually in the kitchen helping her by six thirty. You like omelets?”
    His lips curved into a sexy grin that left her short of breath. “I’ll eat anything that isn’t still moving.”
    She wrinkled her nose. “Please, spare me the detail. Eight o’clock tomorrow, then.”
    “Yeah, it should be . . . interesting.”
    After that cryptic comment, Ryan gave the roof of her truck a tap and headed off across the lot.
    In her rearview mirror, Morgan watched him all the way to his mom’s Jeep before she finally put her truck ingear. Ryan Butler was hands-down the hottest man she’d ever known, and starting tomorrow night, he’d be sleeping under her roof.
    That evening, Morgan wheeled past the Doyle home and trap lot and up the long driveway to Lily’s place. A sunset glow washed over the jumble of lobster traps, buoys, coils of rope, and the large steel shed that served as Lily’s workshop for repairing equipment.
    She parked in front of the two-bedroom cottage Lily had built a few years ago at the back of her father’s acreage. The house was cozy as heck, with its wood-burning stove and warm, comfortable furnishings. Morgan had wonderful memories of countless meals and bottles of wine with her best bud here. In this cottage, they’d shared joy and heartbreak, and joked about island life and the trials of finding a suitable mate in Seashell Bay.
    Surprisingly, Lily had finally found her true love among one of the island guys—Aiden Flynn, who had left Seashell Bay at eighteen and returned only a year ago. Soon, Lily and Aiden would be married, and the newlyweds would move into the historic Flynn family home on the other side of the island.
    Lily threw open the screen door. “The beer is cold, the coffee’s warm, and Mom stocked me up with fresh-baked blueberry tarts this morning.”
    Morgan gave her best friend a quick hug. “Oh, please. I gain a pound every time I even take a look at those darn tarts.”
    “After what you said on the phone, I’m guessing you’ll take beer, not coffee,” Lily said as she headed back to the kitchen and pulled open the fridge. Her bare feet anddamp, curling hair meant she’d already showered after a hard day of hauling lobster traps.
    “Yeah, like, move over coffee because this is a job for alcohol.”
    They settled in the living room, where Morgan took an overstuffed armchair and Lily sprawled on the sofa, putting her feet up on the battered wooden coffee table. After taking a hefty sip of her Shipyard Ale for courage, Morgan told her about meeting Ryan on the ferry.
    “I can’t believe he didn’t tell Aiden he’d be staying so long this time,” Lily said. “Not that Ryan is ever a fount of information.”
    “No kidding. At least he told me a bit about what he’s been up to lately. He’s with some private military contractor now.”
    “Really? Doing what? Chasing terrorists? Saving the world from an alien invasion?”
    Morgan rolled her eyes. “Aiden’s got you playing too many video games. No, he’s been protecting diplomats and corporate bigwigs in foreign countries. I did a search for the company, Double Shield, when I got home.”
    “Wait, you did an Internet search on Ryan? Seriously?”
    “Yeah,