by Haley Travis
Summer Love in the City
Sweet & Steamy Instalove Romance #3
By Haley Travis
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
PROLOGUE ~ Kim
CHAPTER ONE ~ Kim
CHAPTER TWO ~ Devin
CHAPTER THREE ~ Kim
CHAPTER FOUR ~ Devin
CHAPTER FIVE ~ Kim
CHAPTER SIX ~ Devin
CHAPTER SEVEN ~ Kim
CHAPTER EIGHT ~ Devin
CHAPTER NINE ~ Kim
CHAPTER TEN ~ Devin
CHAPTER ELEVEN ~ Kim
CHAPTER TWELVE ~ Devin
CHAPTER THIRTEEN ~ Kim
CHAPTER FOURTEEN ~ Devin
EPILOGUE ~ Kim
Other Stories and About the Author
PROLOGUE
* Kim *
*** Two and a Half Weeks Earlier ***
It was starting to get late, and the crowd at Julian’s Pub was thinning out. I was sad to see
Joanna leave early, knowing that I wouldn’t see her for at least a month. With her gone for
two weeks, and then our pub closed for their summer renovations for another two, it was
going to be a strange gap in our usual social schedule.
Four weeks wasn’t really a long time, except that we were all twenty-two, and everything
seemed important. We were at the point in our lives where everything was shiny and new,
but we were hopefully mature enough to acknowledge it.
“Ladies, I think we need a round of lemon drop shots to close out tonight,” I announced.
Becca held up her hands, saying, “I still have half a glass of wine, count me out.”
“I’m in,” Kate said.
Laura laughed. “How about I have a ceremonial sip of yours? I’ve already had three drinks.”
I shook my head. “I’m not sure whether to be horrified that half of you are lightweights, or
impressed that people know their limits.”
“How about both?” Becca asked. “If you’re pushing us into meeting men, we’re going to
need to know both when to let go, and when to draw lines.”
Signaling Sherrie, our bartender, for two lemon drops and a round of water, I realized that
Becca was right. “I guess all any of us can do is keep our eyes open, and trust our gut
instincts,” I said.
The other girls nodded, and I realized that we were all a bit nervous about our summer
breaks.
I knew that my girlfriends thought I was joking about the whole “friends before mens”
sentiment, but it was a little more than a joke. We were definitely all at places in our lives
where it was inevitable that some of us were going to find a boyfriend, which might blossom
into a real, serious relationship.
It was downright weird that my friends looked to me for dating advice. I had barely dated at
all, so I was scarcely an expert. And although I was very outspoken with women, I
somehow lost my edge when I was speaking with men. Maybe I’d just seen too many
losers trying to pick up women who were too shy to tell them off properly.
Even though I’d been on a handful of first and second dates, and had a bland two-month
relationship, dating made me freaking nervous.
“Well, I know the only men I’ll be meeting when I’m away are going to be the dads of the
kids I’m looking after,” Laura laughed, “But I promise to smile at a couple of guys when I’m
picking up sunscreen and other stuff for my trip, okay?”
“That’s a start,” Kate agreed. “Be open-minded. Look around at possibilities. That’s all any
of us can do.”
I noticed that Becca was tracing patterns with her finger around her necklace, as she
always did when she was a million miles away.
“It’s not as scary as it sounds,” I said, reaching out to pat her arm. “If you’re not feeling it with a guy, you walk away. Easy.”
“How do you know if what you’re feeling is right?” she asked. “I mean, I’ve seen lots of cute
guys that I’ve wanted to talk to, but you know…that whole terror of rejection thing is pretty
intense.” She tried to laugh.
Kate nodded, thinking. “I guess when the nervousness about losing him is worse than the
nervousness about saying something stupid, you have to jump in.” She shrugged.
“Don’t forget,” Laura said, “we forget most of the details of conversations, and only recall
the overall impressions. Everyone trips over their words, and nobody is nearly as smooth as
they want to be. But people only remember the broad strokes of a meeting, not the details.”
Kate gave her a sideways glance until Laura shrugged. “Psychology classes.”
We all laughed as the drinks arrived. “Thanks so much, Sherrie,” I said. “You know us too
well.” Along with the two lemon drops were two shots of ginger ale so that we could all
have a drink together.
Raising our glasses, Laura said, “To Joanna’s adventure tomorrow. Let’s hope she finds a
nice guy to flirt with, even a little.”
“To all of us finding a summer flirtation,” I said.
“To learning how to at least speak to guys,” Becca giggled.
“To everyone using their heads while losing their hearts,” Kate said, raising her glass to the
chandelier over us before we all drank.
“It’s going to be so strange not seeing you guys every week,” Becca said softly.
“Well, I’ll still be here,” I said, trying not to sound grumpy about it.
Kate nodded. “You’re being responsible. Saving for a car is a big deal – we’ll need you to
drive us around someday,” she laughed. “Don’t worry, you’re going to find ways to have
your own little adventure.”
“Also, if you do meet a guy,” Laura said, “You already know that he lives here and there’s a
possibility of a real relationship.”
I shrugged. “Yeah. To be honest, I’m still sort of torn on whether I would prefer a little
summer tryst or the real thing.”
Kate shot me a glance, then tucked the wisps of her hair that had escaped her braid behind
her ears and looked at me quite seriously. “You’re not always in control of these things,” she
said. “You can steer the ship, but there’s no telling which way the wind blows.”
“You’ve been reading that hippie stuff again, haven’t you,” I laughed.
She pouted at m
e dramatically. “Don’t you dare make fun of me for reading a couple of
books about love. I’m trying to learn more about the construct of love so that I can welcome
it into my life.”
“Like writing down the things you want so that they manifest?” Becca asked.
“I guess?” Kate shrugged. “Not specifically, but I figure if you know more about something,
there’s a chance you might feel more confident about it.”
“That makes a lot of sense, actually,” Laura said. “And at the very least, it certainly can’t
hurt.”
We all nodded, looking around the table at each other. Our circle of quirky, creative women
was probably going to change and shift this summer. I just hoped that we would still stay
together.
“I can’t wait until September,” I said. “When life gets back to some sort of normal, and we
gather around this table to see how far we’ve come this summer.”
“It’s going to be amazing,” Laura said brightly, her eyes shining with hope.
“Even if nothing happens, we’re all taking steps forward, so that’s something,” Becca said.
Kate laughed. “Out of the five of us, there had better be at least a couple of naughty stories
of stolen kisses or I’m going to be terribly ashamed of all of us.”
I nodded, glancing at my phone. I had to get through two more weeks of work before my
glorious urban staycation. Although I didn’t have a lot of money to go anywhere expensive, I
was looking forward to being a tourist in my own hometown. Trying to remember to look
around a bit for cute guys the entire time was definitely going to put a new shine on all of
my favorite spots. Even if I was still a bit nervous, there was no harm in browsing.
CHAPTER ONE
* Kim *
I didn’t want to tell my coworkers that I was going to be in the city for my vacation. I knew
that if it got busy, they would be calling, emailing, and texting me at all hours if they thought I was within reach. I’d spent the last two weeks giving them all the notes they could
possibly need on my files, resources, and projects.
So I implied that I was going away, by mentioning my limited access to cell service, and
they should only call if it was an emergency. That sounded a bit shady, but I was fairly
certain they would forgive me if they found me out. Everyone deserves a break, and they
did mention work-life balance at the last big meeting.
Besides, almost everyone at this particular little media company worked in the west end.
They also lived there, went to the restaurants and bars there, and pretty much never left. If
I stayed right downtown, checking out the museums and galleries and artsy restaurants on
Queen Street, they would never run into me.
It was absolute bliss waking up the first Monday morning of my vacation, and having
nowhere in particular to be. Although I had a mental list of things I would like to see and do
this week, nothing was carved in stone.
As I showered, did my makeup, and put on one of my favorite summer dresses, I thought
about how hilarious it was to leave at approximately the same time as I would to get to the
office, but to go instead to a café with a giant patio.
Coffee, Eggs Benedict, and a good book kept me company for an hour and a half. There
was just enough breeze to ruffle my hair, and just enough sunlight flickering through the tree
above me to warm my face. Then I simply strolled west and south, looking in shop
windows, popping into little gift stores, and enjoying my morning.
By one in the afternoon, I had wandered near the financial district. There was a lovely
restaurant with another big patio. It was absolutely swarmed with business people having
important lunches, but there was one tiny table in the corner free.
As soon as I got the menu, I realized I should have checked the reviews of this place before
I sat down. It was unbelievably expensive. On the other hand, it was the first day of my
much deserved break.
Ordering a simple appetizer and coffee, I began people watching. The diners all around me
were mostly wearing dark gray and black suits, or dark blue and gray dresses. So I turned
to the street to watch the summer parade of flowered skirts, candy-colored high heels, and interesting band t-shirts.
The food was delicious, and I realized I didn’t have a lot of experience eating out by myself.
I forced myself to leave my phone in my purse and simply observe the world around me. If I
wanted to become a top-notch video producer, I was going to have to learn how to crop a
shot and set a scene on the fly. Imagining various assignments, I tried to analyze every
angle, picturing where the best shots would be.
I saw a man approach the hostess who would be perfect to play some sort of billionaire
prince. If I were shooting a “normal man on the street” segment, I would never choose him.
But if it was a piece where I needed a man who had once been a thug, then became a rich
playboy, he would fit the bill perfectly.
The hostess instantly took his arm, leading him to the bar as if he was some sort of VIP.
From the cut of his stylish suit to the flash of his impressive watch, he had the look of
someone who was just known. Like an actor, or a rockstar.
As he came around the corner, his dark eyes flashed to mine, and I looked away
immediately. It was too intense to look directly at him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw
that he stopped the hostess, as they murmured something together.
Finishing the last bite of my incredible lunch, I dabbed my lips with a napkin, then took a sip
of coffee. Casually glancing around the restaurant, his eyes met mine again as if he’d never
stopped staring at me.
Then a man nearly as huge, who must have been the chef, arrived to shake his hand and
lead him away. I loved that some chefs were wearing all black uniforms now. It had a bit of
military flair, somehow. But I was momentarily irritated that he took the most beautiful man
I’d ever seen out of my line of sight.
Suddenly the hostess was at my elbow. “Excuse me, miss. Chef and his guest would like to
invite you to join them on the private terrace.”
“Um, why me?” I blurted.
She leaned in with a sly smile. “I believe Mr. Mitchell was quite taken with you. Your bill has
already been paid, and there is fresh coffee on the terrace. Will you follow me, please?”
In a daze, I followed her into the restaurant, up an almost-hidden tiny staircase that opened
onto a beautiful private patio overlooking a park.
The gorgeous man flashed a wink, pouring coffee for me and gesturing to the chair in front
of him. Then the chef shook his hand. “I expect to see a lot more of you, Devin,” he
chuckled. “I shouldn’t have to call you twice to test my new menu.”
“I’m terrible, but I’ll make it up to you,” the man chuckled as the chef nodded to me, then disappeared.
Sitting down, I set my handbag on the far edge of the table, then looked at him carefully. He
was both rugged and refined. The shoulders of a brawny football player, with immaculate
fingernails.
He held his hand out to me. “Hello. I’m Devin.”
“Kim,” I said. “Why did you ask me to come here?” I knew that I sounded awkward, but I
was still learning the tricks to being smooth around men.
He spread his
hands. “When I walked into my friend’s busy restaurant and saw the most
beautiful woman on earth, I needed to get you somewhere quiet so that we could chat.” He
paused. “I know, I’m a little spoiled.”
I laughed, surprising myself. He was ridiculously charming.
“So, you just snap your fingers and people do anything that you want?” I asked, pouring a
touch of cream into my coffee and stirring it slowly.
“If you don’t ask, you don’t get,” he shrugged. “You could have said no.”
“I still might.”
His eyebrow raised as he smirked, and I felt like I’d just won a point. The way he watched
me sip my coffee was unusual. It felt like he was studying me, but I couldn’t imagine what
for.
His phone beeped, but instead of looking at the screen, he clicked it to silent and set it on
the table face down.
“What are you doing today, Kim?” His deep voice had a slight dark rasp to it, making him
sound rough. I’ve always loved the look of a tough guy in a crisp suit, but this was way too
much. From his stylish haircut to the shine on his immaculate shoes, his entire look was
polished. But the tiny scar over his left eyebrow made him seem dangerous.
“I’m going down to Queen Street to check out some galleries, I think.”
“You don’t work today?”
“No, I’m on vacation, actually.”
His luscious lips quirked up in a half smile. “You’re not going away somewhere more
interesting?”
Raising my chin, I said, “My city is incredibly interesting, thank you very much.”
He chuckled, reaching out to take my hand across the table. “You’re right, it really is. Are
you hungry?”
“I already ate.”
