Summer at Firefly Beach: The perfect feel-good summer romance

by Jenny Hale

  SUMMER AT FIREFLY BEACH

  THE PERFECT FEEL-GOOD SUMMER ROMANCE

  JENNY HALE

  BOOKS BY JENNY HALE

  Summer at Firefly Beach

  The Summer Hideaway

  The Summer House

  Summer at Oyster Bay

  Summer by the Sea

  A Barefoot Summer

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  It Started With Christmas

  We’ll Always Have Christmas

  All I Want for Christmas

  Christmas Wishes and Mistletoe Kisses

  A Christmas to Remember

  Coming Home for Christmas

  Available in audio

  The Summer Hideaway (UK listeners | US listeners)

  Summer at Oyster Bay (UK listeners | US listeners)

  Summer by the Sea (UK listeners | US listeners)

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  It Started With Christmas (UK listeners | US listeners)

  We’ll Always Have Christmas (UK listeners | US listeners)

  Coming Home for Christmas (UK listeners | US listeners)

  CONTENTS

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Epilogue

  The Summer House

  Jenny’s email sign up

  Books by Jenny Hale

  A Letter from Jenny

  Summer by the Sea

  Summer at Oyster Bay

  A Barefoot Summer

  We’ll Always Have Christmas

  Acknowledgments

  For Mary, who I truly believe has been a silent creative force in our family.

  ONE

  If there was anything Hallie Flynn should have learned over the years, it was to listen to her best friend Ben Murray. But she never did. And today was no different.

  At fourteen, she hadn’t listened when he’d advised against her eating the entire triple-decker strawberry sundae at Milly’s Ice Cream. She’d insisted she could eat it all, but spent the rest of the evening lying on the sofa, unable to move, shooing away her mother’s dinner offers. Or the time he’d promised her that she looked better as a natural brunette rather than a platinum blonde, but she’d bleached her hair anyway.

  And now, in the face of grief, he was by her side again, and she knew she needed to listen to his advice even though she wasn’t sure she would.

  The news article her mother had kept on the counter for the last few months was burned in her memory: Firefly Beach resident, locally loved and nationally known designer Clara Abigail Flynn-Eubanks, of the much-admired Starlight Cottage, passed away after battling a heart tumor, surrounded by family, at 9:07 p.m. Tuesday…

  Ben had been a strong emotional support for her through Aunt Clara’s funeral six months ago, and today he was there to do the same.

  “Let me take a look at the list again,” Ben said, stepping over from the edge of her mama’s driveway, his blue eyes just as concerned now as they had been when she’d first told him about Aunt Clara’s final and very personal letter to her, and the list she’d included within it.

  A prolific letter-writer, Aunt Clara had started writing to everyone she knew the moment she’d heard that she wasn’t going to beat the tumor. Her family had all gotten hand-written words from her, with her wishes for them and what she was leaving behind as a gift to each one of them, but only Hallie’s had a stipulation to go along with it.

  Hallie retrieved her great aunt’s crumpled letter from her pocket and held it in her fist. She’d carried it around since she’d gotten it, trying to make sense of it. Aunt Clara had given her a list to complete before she could receive her inheritance, but the list was one Hallie had written herself when she was only twelve years old. And if that wasn’t perplexing enough, the additional piece of the puzzle was the fact that her inheritance was a mystery, sealed in a second envelope and locked away in the family safe.

  She held it out to Ben and then leaned over his shoulder as he read it.

  Things I want to do before I die:

  Build a three-foot sandcastle like Uncle Hank can.

  Become a photographer.

  Live somewhere new.

  Kiss a boy I love.

  Make a wish and have it come true.

  “I agree with you; it does sound crazy,” he said, scanning the list again. He passed it back to Hallie and she stuffed it into her pocket. “But what if the answer for why Clara asked you to do these things is so simple that you can’t see it?”

  “Okay. Then what is it?”

  He chuckled. “It’s so simple I can’t see it either.” But then he sobered, that familiar look of fondness washing over him. “That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try to complete it. I think you should.”

  Of course Ben thought she should. Hallie closed her eyes and filled her lungs with humid, sun-soaked air, aching to hear the gulls overhead and feel the rush of turquoise water around her ankles like she had so many summers. But even that wouldn’t soothe her this time.

  Ben was suggesting that she could actually do this. Nothing she’d done in the last year had been a success, and this, she feared, would be no different.

  “Remember when I was sixteen years old and you caught me dressing up in Mama’s wedding dress?” Hallie asked him, squinting to focus on him through the blazing Tennessee sunlight that only June could bring, Ben’s presence causing memories of her childhood to roll in like a gust of coastal wind.

  “Yeah,” Ben said quietly as he stood in front of her, a calming presence in the midst of a chaotic day. He had his hands in his pockets, so relaxed that she was actually envious of the steadiness in his breath, the lack of tension in his shoulders. She wanted to know the feeling of it again, to have that kind of peace soak into her bones and heal her aching heart.

  “As a girl, I never imagined not wearing that dress one day or having a family of my own.” She pinched the bridge of her nose, tears welling up as they did so often these days, and like a flash, Ben was at her side, rubbing the tops of her arms to comfort her. She squeezed her eyes shut until the wetness in them dissolved.

  The hurrying around, and the noise from her family buzzing back and forth to the car all morning, had given Hallie a headache. The car was parked in front of Ben’s jeep, both vehicles packed to the brim with beach chairs, suitcases, bags of food… To anyone else, it would seem they were all going on a summer vacation full of laughs and long days in the salty spray of the ocean.

  But that was far from the truth.

  A memory of happier times at Starlight Cottage slipped into her consciousness despite her diligence to avoid thinking of it at all: Hallie and Ben were teenagers. Ben had chased her down the beach with a giant water-launcher as she dodged the pelting spray, her laughing slowing her down, Ben gaining on her while Aunt Clara and Uncle Hank hooted from the dock.

  The recollection, however, was too difficult to manage now, after Aunt Clara’s death. Even as she pushed it ou
t of her mind, snippets of other memories found their way through. Like the crunch of crushed shells under her feet as she ran down the seashell path, sketchpad in hand, to draw the sunset before it disappeared. Or the walkway leading to the grand front porch; the place she sat with Aunt Clara for hours talking about design, Hallie showing her the pictures she’d drawn of ideas for how to rearrange her bedroom.

  If Hallie closed her eyes she could see the old ship’s rope that wrapped around the large posts lining the winding drive, or the lattice of the gazebo out back, painted white to match the other buildings on the grounds, the place she’d dreamed of getting married as a girl…

  She ran her thumb around her now bare ring finger, its nakedness a glaring reminder of everything that had gone wrong over the last few months—the painful days, the even more excruciating discussions, the counselors… She was the third Flynn to have gambled on love and lost. But that was only the side of things that she’d shared with her family. She dared not say the rest out loud for fear nothing would ever be normal again.

  “I still remember what you said about the dress.”

  “What was that?” Ben asked, his gaze on her.

  “You told me to take it off, that it didn’t look like me.”

  The corner of Ben’s mouth twitched upward and she knew now that he remembered that day. Their shared moment was a welcome diversion from the life she’d been living recently. Just that tiny smile filled her with hope that things could get better, as if the whole ordeal was some sort of nightmare she could wake up from if she just stayed locked in Ben’s eyes. Yesterday, when he’d come over to help them pack, was the first time in four months that she’d seen him or even so much as gotten a text. Even when they’d moved away and attended different colleges, they’d called each other nearly every day. But recently, their lives had moved in different directions, and when they had, she’d felt disoriented.

  “You also said that it’s impossible to have any fun in a dress like that. And after I changed, you took me by the hand and dragged me into the woods and made me climb that big oak tree that scared me to death, remember?”

  Ben broke into a laugh then, and a content grin settled upon his lips. “Yep.”

  “When we got to the top, we sat there on that thick branch we’d found, looking out over the hillside. We were up so high that I was shaking like a leaf, but you were totally relaxed. You pointed to the sky and that hot air balloon swung right over us. It felt like I could’ve reached up and touched the basket. It was so beautiful that it took my breath away.”

  By the look on Ben’s face, the memory was clear. There was an undeniable fondness in his expression. She could always count on Ben when she was scared. He was that calm force in the storm inside her head. When he’d arrived this morning, she wanted to cling to him, to feel his arms around her to keep her safe from her troubling thoughts. But they’d had work to do to get ready for their trip, so instead, she’d simply stayed by his side, allowing the feeling of being with him, his composure and peaceful demeanor, to wash over her and cleanse her of the misery that plagued her.

  “You said,” she continued, “‘See? You can have lots more fun when you aren’t in that old dress.’”

  He’d been so right. And the last month, when things had gotten substantially worse, she felt like she couldn’t breathe without Ben’s support. It had been so long since she’d held his reassuring hand… When faced with her biggest fear, even her fiancé Jeff couldn’t fill the void, and by that point she and Jeff had lost most of the love they’d had for one another anyway. She’d wanted to hear Ben tell her it would all be okay, despite the fact that she knew it wouldn’t, because she trusted him with her life, and even if he was the only one who believed it, that would be enough.

  “I should’ve listened to you way back then,” she admitted, swallowing to keep her emotions in check. She’d stopped the counselor appointments earlier than recommended, and she’d been struggling, but now she had even more to deal with. “It was true. And Jeff and I rushed into things. It’s as if we both noticed something wasn’t right as soon as he asked me to marry him.” She didn’t dare tell Ben the rest.

  “What happened to finally end it?”

  Her breath sped up and she felt lightheaded, scrambling to come up with something that wasn’t a lie but also hid the real truth. “I think the finality of an engagement made us take a hard look at one another, you know?”

  Ben nodded.

  “I realize now that I didn’t love Jeff the way I should love someone before jumping into a marriage, but in the early days of our relationship it felt so good to have that person there every day to rely on, you know?” She kicked at a stone on the pavement. “And now when I’m faced with this…” Hallie surveyed the packed car, its engine running on all cylinders to cool off the interior in the summer heat before they headed out. “I feel exposed, like I don’t have anyone to lean on,” she confessed.

  “You can always lean on me,” Ben said.

  After so much time away from her, his words almost brought her to tears again. She was so happy to hear him say that.

  “Hallie?” Mama’s voice sailed between them.

  Ben offered a knowing look. “I’ll help her,” he said, and headed inside the house to get the last few things when Hallie’s mother called again, like she had all morning.

  “Thanks.”

  To clear her heavy thoughts, Hallie closed her eyes and listened to the rustle of the trees against a single uncharacteristically strong breeze that blew through, cooling her skin briefly before disappearing to wherever all the air went during the summer months in Nashville. The stagnant warmth fell upon her once more. It was this feeling of dead heat that used to fill her with excitement when they packed for Firefly Beach, as she yearned for soft white sand under her bare feet, the continuous wind that rippled the light, gauzy sundress she liked to wear over her bikini, and the scent that only came from her family’s unique mixture of home cooking and coconut cocktails.

  “I don’t know if we’ve packed the wine,” Mama said, rushing past Ben as he entered the house, her arms full. “Hallie?” She maneuvered around Hallie, threw it all in the backseat, and shut the car door again. “Did you get the wine from the fridge and put it in the cooler? I didn’t see anyone bring it out.” Mama thrust the paper with the article about Aunt Clara into Hallie’s hands. “Let’s take this to show Uncle Hank. I don’t know if he has a copy, and he might want to read these kind words.”

  Hallie clutched the folded newspaper to her body. With the final preparations for their journey nearly complete, the weight in Hallie’s chest felt even more cumbersome than it had before.

  “Oh, Ben! You’re a doll!” Mama hurried over to Ben and planted a kiss on his cheek after he returned with her two bottles of chardonnay. He handed them over. “Hallie, where’s your sister?” Grasping the wine, her mother wiped the perspiration from her forehead with her wrist, and then placed the bottles into the cooler wedged between two suitcases in the open trunk. Then she ran back inside without waiting for an answer.

  She’d been going a hundred miles an hour all morning—Hallie knew it was her way of handling her emotions. When she was more herself, Mama had a lively personality with a laugh that could make anyone happy.

  “You’ve got this,” Ben whispered into her ear, standing behind Hallie, his gentle but strong hands on her shoulders, pulling her in tentatively, as if he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to embrace her like he used to. Things had changed so much over the last four months, but that shouldn’t have changed at all. He was her best friend. She leaned in to him to let him know that.

  Ben could always assess the situation and offer kind, caring suggestions that never failed her. But even his words couldn’t break through the grief that kept ebbing and flowing since she’d heard about Aunt Clara. She tucked the paper under her arm, her palms sweaty from nerves, her hands shaking.

  Mustering strength from the bottom of her empty shell of a body, Hallie tu
rned around to face him. “Do I have this?” She noticed then that her voice sounded withered and exhausted, the tears just waiting to spill over like they had the other times she’d allowed herself to think about life without Aunt Clara. Her favorite aunt, who was known for her impeccable timing, had left Hallie at her very lowest and because of that, there were times when Hallie wasn’t sure if her shattered heart could make it through this.

  Ben wrapped his arms around her and let Hallie bury her head in his chest. The familiar scent of clean cotton and the mix of mint, sandalwood, and vanilla had filled her lungs more times than she could count. She closed her eyes to keep from sobbing. As if he could detect her swell of sadness, he squeezed her tighter like he was holding her together. And in a sense, he was.