Flirty: Whispering Cove, #4
By Cathryn Fox
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A summer fling so hot, it can raise spirits...
Home renovation specialist Alexis Miller thought snapping up an old Victorian fixer-upper in podunk Whispering Cove would put her on the fast track to proving herself to her brothers.
She can handle cooling her heels to wait for the right permits. It's the ghosthunter claiming he needs to spend the night to check out the "cold spots" that's got her body temperature fluctuating.
When Sam Doherty responds to an emergency phone call to cleanse a haunted house in Whispering Cove, the first thing he notices is how Alexis hides her femininity behind baggy coveralls—and how she wants to cover up the old home's beauty with modern frills. As a guy who "sees" things others can't, he sets out to teach her to appreciate the hidden beauty, inside and out.
Scary noises soon send Alexis into Sam's arms, and when a kiss leads to passionate lovemaking, Alexis wonders if it's possible to find common ground in this small town. Or, once the house is "clean", if Sam will disappear faster than a ghostly apparition.
Warning: Contains enough sexual tension to raise spirits and turn any cold spot into a sweltering vortex of heat and passion.
Cathryn Fox
I've been reading romance novels for as long as I can remember. I just never thought I'd be writing them. In fact, I graduated from university with a business degree and started working in the Finance Department of Environment Canada...shiver. A few years into my career, my hubby, who's a meteorologist, got posted up north, population 800. I quit my job and went with him. At first all the spare time was great, then I got bored so I started to read. Day and night. When I ran out of books to read I decided to try writing one. After all, how hard could it be. Ha!! Well, you guessed it. It was hard! Many years later I discovered Romance Writers of America and have learned a great deal since joining my local chapter. My journey to publication hasn't been smooth sailing, but with the support and guidance from the wonderful writers at RWAC, it's been a lot easier. And a lot more fun! I'm very fortunate to have a husband and two children who have been supportive in every possible way. On those frustrating days when I'm banging my head against my desk I look up to see a heart shaped sticky note on my computer that says I love you because you naver give up.
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Flirty - Cathryn Fox
Flirty
Whispering Cove
Cathryn Fox
Cathryn FoxContents
Copyright
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Epilogue
Afterword
Wet
Brazen
Silk
Yours To Take
About Cathryn
Also by Cathryn Fox
Copyright
Copyright 2017 by Cathryn Fox
Published by Cathryn Fox
Formerly published with Samhain Publishing
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Prologue
Asalty breeze blew off the ocean, whispering through Harold Adair’s hair as he sat in his lounge chair and pushed his toes beneath the warm sand. His heavy eyelids began to droop, but the chill against his palm reminded him he held a half-full glass of his favorite rum propped on his barreled chest. He raised the tumbler to his lips and took a swig, allowing the amber liquid to quench his parched throat.
"Ahhh." Life couldn’t be any better.
His granddaughter, Andrea Adair—now McGrath—was home where she belonged. Married to her high school sweetheart, Andie had two healthy boys with her husband Brody. Said boys were playing beneath their watchful parents’ eyes.
Harold smiled.
Donal followed a sand crab moving sideways to avoid the stick the naughty boy used to poke at it. His twin brother, Daniel, chased a receding wave. When the wave made an about-face, the boy squealed. He spun around, his chubby little legs going a mile a minute as he tried to outrun the water licking at his ankles.
Daniel’s giggles warmed Harold’s heart, until the crab Donal harassed got wedged between two rocks and the child turned his attentions to his brother. With a shove, Daniel ended up facedown in the sand and water. Before the ocean could engulf the child, his father ran to his side, jerking him into the safety of his arms.
The scream Daniel released as he spat sand out of his mouth made Brody, the local sheriff, frown. If your momma wasn’t here I’d tan your hide, Donal.
The twenty-month-old puckered his lips. His big blue eyes took on a sad puppy-dog look that always did Harold in.
As Andie approached, she shook her head and narrowed her sights on her husband. Who are you trying to kid? You’ve never raised a hand to either of these boys.
She dropped to her knees before Donal. You know what you did was wrong. I think you need a time out.
Momma—
No, Donal.
She pushed to her feet, her hands propped against her slender hips. She glared down at the child, who inhaled a ragged breath, clearly on the verge of tears. You don’t treat your brother like that. Now get to the blanket and sit beneath the umbrella until I say you can get up and play.
Andie?
Brody, I don’t want to hear ‘boys will be boys’.
She extended her arms toward Daniel and he crawled into them. Brushing away the sand caking his face, she held him close and kissed his forehead.
Daniel was the quieter of the two—a gentle soul. His brother? Well, that was another story. But they were both angels in Harold’s eyes.
Let’s clean you up. Brody, he’s yours to watch while I’m gone.
She glanced to where Donal sat. Silent tears streamed down his dirty cheeks. I want to see him sitting right there when I return.
She leveled a firm eye on her husband, who had the good sense to simply nod, before she pivoted and walked away.
Errol Wilson chuckled. She’s a good mother.
A stiff breeze blew the thin piece of gray hair that was usually combed over his bald head to the side. After he patted the stringy stuff back in place, he reached for the half-empty bottle of rum propped in the sand by the leg of his lounge chair.
Aye. She be the best.
There was no better in Harold’s eyes.
Errol filled his glass and frowned at the remaining contents of the bottle. Looks like it’s time for another bet.
Byron Mitchell swirled the amber liquor in his glass, making the ice cubes clink against the sides. My cupboards are bare too.
The arthritic man made up the final member of their threesome. Together they had finagled their wayward grandchildren to return home. With a little more conniving, they had even gotten them hitched and settled down. Now and then they tried their hand at matchmaking and had become quite successful.
The way Harold saw it, they were doing this town a service. I agree.
It was time they put their matchmaking skills to work again.
I’ve been thinking,
Errol said.
Laughter burst from Byron’s mouth. Did it hurt much?
Real funny, you ol’ blowfish.
Yet Errol chuckled at his friend’s teasing. What do you say we make this bet a little more interesting?
Byron leaned forward in his chair. What do you have in mind?
Let’s change it up a little. How ’bout a public declaration by either the man or woman.
Byron’s brows shot upward. In front of a crowd?
Harold liked the idea. The most creative expression of love.
Anywhere? Any size group?
When Harold and Errol nodded, Byron continued. Since today is June first, the deadline should by the Fourth of July Parade.
The gleam in his eyes had Harold a little concerned. His friend of many years was up to something. Who should we be focusing on this year?
Byron looked over Harold’s shoulder. Here comes my man now.
Harold’s gaze followed both of his friends’. Ryan Alden? The boy recently returned to town.
Two months ago. After twelve years in the Marines, it’s time he settled down.
It dawned on Harold exactly what Byron had been up to. Why you scalawag. You’ve been sneaking around and preparing for our next bet.
Harold shot a look of disbelief toward Errol. When he expected his friend to join in berating Byron and he didn’t, it became clear he’d been the only one waiting for the next bet to be announced. But to confirm it, he asked, You too?
When Errol shrugged, Harold grumbled, Well, you liver-lily pond-suckers. Who have you chosen?
Sam Doherty.
Errol grinned ear to ear as he glanced over to Sam, who was playing catch with young Jake Caan on the other end of the beach.
He be old man Doherty’s grandson, right? The ghost hunter?
Harold shook his head. Whoever heard of a grown man who believed in ghosts?
This wouldn’t have anything to do with the young woman who purchased Ol’ Lady Landry’s old Victorian house?
Byron asked.
A sheepish expression spread across Errol’s weathered face as he looked at the big house overlooking the ocean at the far end of the beach.
Byron took a sip of his drink. What have you been up to?
Just a little funny business. You know I have a key to Ol’ Lady Landry’s place.
You be scaring the poor lassie out of her wits.
Harold thought of the big, creaky house. It was perfect for a little mischief. He glanced toward Byron. Suppose you have someone in mind to match Alden up with?
Byron nodded toward Carmen Smith as she walked from the water in her fifties-style swimsuit. It’s about time that young chickadee settled down.
Her older sister, Aimee, had captured Byron’s attention at Christmas time. Two months ago she had married her daughter’s baby daddy, as it should be.
Byron raised his glass and Errol clinked his against it. Best you get to fishing or cut bait.
He rose from his chair and glanced to the large Victorian house down the beach. I have a little tomfoolery in mind.
Harold harrumphed. Of all the rotten things for his two best friends to have done, he was now behind the eight ball.
He gazed around the growing crowd, stopping when he caught sight of Lauren Savage, Brody’s secretary from the police station, playing volleyball. Now she showed possibility. The attractive blonde had been in town for almost two years and hadn’t reeled in any particular man.
A very pregnant Tabby and her brother Devon Taylor walked up to Brody, reminding Harold one of their sisters had come of age. If Harold remembered correctly, Katrina, or Kat as she was known around these parts, had recently returned from college this year.
Yes!
Lauren’s squeal of delight as the volleyball she served struck the sand inside the boundaries on the other side of the net grabbed Harold’s attention, before he glanced at Devon once more.
Hmmm. Lauren? Devon?
After the sworn bachelor helped his sister sit down next to Donal, he pinned his sights on the game of volleyball before him. But he didn’t have eyes for Lauren, who again served the ball over the net. Instead his gaze was locked on a shapely redhead in a teeny-tiny bikini, playing on the opposite team.
Now there held some potential.
Instead of focusing on the bet between his friends, he’d choose a couple who would give him a run for his money. Devon was a laid-back construction worker. He lived life one day at a time and to its fullest. With his dark, shoulder-length hair and that bandanna, he wore the bad-boy persona well, but he wasn’t fooling Harold. The young man had a heart of gold. No one messed with his sisters or mother and he was always there for someone in need.
The statuesque redhead was Leo Caan’s sister, who had come to town early to help her brother and soon to be sister-in-law with their wedding arrangements, another couple Harold was responsible for hooking up. Sahara Caan was a Supreme Court Justice’s daughter and a real estate developer. She was everything Devon wasn’t. Different as black and white.
When she flashed Devon a drop-dead smile, Harold eased back in his lounge chair. From where he sat it didn’t appear getting them together would be difficult at all.
But keeping them together… There lay the challenge.
1
Alexis Miller, aka Lex, shook her head in dismay and wondered what the heck she’d gone and gotten herself into. Here she was, stuck in the Podunk town known as Whispering Cove for thirty days now… thirty whole days , and had yet to accomplish a damn thing.
Her steel-toed work boots echoed in the silence of the attic as she spread her arms for balance. She picked her way along a dusty beam, doing a final count of the last few boxes and remaining pieces of antique furniture that had been collecting cobwebs for years.
When she’d purchased the century-old Victorian home in the coastal town of Maine a few months back, it had been with the intention of bringing in the crew she’d hired in Portland, flipping it within sixty days and having it sold by the first of July. Little did she know the old homestead had been deemed a heritage property. Which