Summer Love at the Beach (Summer Instalove)

and that was when the millions started rolling in as everyone from boat operators to

beadwork enthusiasts grabbed the app to easily track their supplies.

I had hoped the news of my sudden wealth wouldn’t get out. I was moderately successful

there. In the city, people ignored me. But this was a very gossipy small town. Suddenly

women were throwing themselves at me, and except for one unfortunate dating incident two

years ago, I’d managed to fend them off.

I didn’t want to waste anyone’s time. If there was no giant firecracker of a spark at the very beginning, I honestly didn’t think that true love would grow.

Maybe that was ridiculously romantic. And since people still saw me as some kind of tough

guy, that might surprise them. But I really was a softie at heart. I just needed to find the

right woman.

The second I shook Becca’s hand, I was pretty sure that she was the one. I’d almost felt an

electric crackle go through me when we touched. There was something in those bright blue

eyes, and the way her fingers fluttered when she nervously brushed back her wavy auburn hair.

She was curvy, with round hips that begged for my hands, and full breasts that I needed to

taste.

I’d definitely noticed a spark in her eye when she looked at me, but she was obviously shy.

Timid women were often even more skittish around large men, but I would find a way to

show her that this six foot three hulking guy would be gentle as a kitten around her.

The next morning I watched carefully out the window, hoping to see her again. To be

honest, it was more than hope. I was mentally willing her feet to walk toward my section of

the beach.

My heart lurched then raced when I caught sight of her, carrying her sandals as she walked

slowly through ankle deep waves. She seemed to be analyzing the stones and shells, or

maybe watching the patterns of the water swirling around her feet.

Waiting until she was almost past my property, I came out of the house with my hedge

clippers in hand. As soon as I waved, she waved back, stopping, but not coming toward

me.

Setting the clippers down on a deck chair, I walked across the beach towards her, trying

not to stare too directly at her wild auburn hair and sexy curves. “Hello again, Becca,” I

smiled.