Flirting with Love

by Melissa Foster

  He handed her the phone. “You can do this on your computer. Some people find that easier.”

  She closed her eyes for a beat and cringed. “I get along with my computer even worse than I get along with my phone.”

  He still couldn’t decide if she was playing him or not. She sounded sincere, and the look in her beautiful baby blues was as honest as he’d ever seen. Oh hell, he might as well offer to help.

  “Then you’ve met just the right guy. I can give you a crash course in computers and phones.”

  “I’ve taken up so much of your time already. I would feel guilty taking up any more on a beautiful day like today. But I really appreciate your offer.”

  Are you blowing me off?

  Jamie rose to his feet. “Okay, well, if you need any help, I’m in the cottage on the end with the deck out front and back. Stop by anytime.” He hesitated, knowing he should leave but wanting to stay and get to know her a little better. If she was playing him, she would’ve taken him up on his offer for sure.

  Jessica rose to her feet, grabbed a towel from the back of her chair, and picked up a tote bag from beneath the table. “I’m heading to the pool, so I’ll walk down with you.”

  They walked down to the pool together in silence, giving Jamie a chance to notice how nice she smelled. It took all of his focus not to run his eyes down her backside—he was dying to see her ass, but why rush things and make her uncomfortable? She’d walk into the pool and he’d have his chance.

  Jessica dug through her tote bag. She placed a slender hand on her hip and sighed. “I forgot my key. Why do they keep the pool locked, anyway?”

  He had no idea why, but she looked so curious that he made up a reason. “To keep the derelicts out.”

  “Derelicts? Really? My friend suggested that I rent here. He said there was almost no crime on the Cape.”

  Jamie wondered who her friend was. “We had some trouble with teenagers two summers ago, but other than that, your friend was right. There are no derelicts lurking about.”

  “Oh, thank goodness. I didn’t think my coworker would lead me astray. I guess I’ll go get my key.”

  She turned to leave and—holy hell—her bikini bottom was a thong. A thin piece of floss between two perfect ass cheeks. How had he missed that?

  It was all he could do not to drool. “Nice suit,” he mumbled.

  She looked over her shoulder. “Thanks! I saw the Thong Thursday flyer and thought, why not? I bought this suit when we were overseas and wore it there once. I brought it with me, but I never would have had the guts to wear it here, until I saw that you guys had an actual day for one.” She waved and disappeared up the steps to her apartment.

  Jamie spun around and scanned the bulletin board where the pool rules were posted. A blue flyer had been tacked front and center: JOIN US FOR THONG THURSDAY!

  Thank you, Bella.

  Jamie jogged up to Bella’s cottage. The screen door was open.

  “Bella?” Bella Abbascia owned the cottage across from the apartment Jessica was renting. Bella was the resident prankster. Her favorite person to play tricks on was Theresa Ottoline, the Seaside property manager. Theresa oversaw the homeowner association guidelines for the community—including the pool rules, which included a rule that clearly stated, No thongs on women or Speedos on men.

  Her fiancé, Caden Grant, walked out of the bedroom in his police officer uniform. “Hey, Jamie. Come on in.”

  Jamie stepped inside. “Hi. I wanted to thank your fiancée for Thong Thursday.”

  Caden shook his head. “She did it, huh?”

  “Hell, yes, she did it, and…” Jamie looked out the window at the big house where Jessica was renting. The house was owned by Theresa Ottoline, the property manager for Seaside. The apartment Jessica rented had a separate entrance on the second floor.

  “Did you see the new tenant? Jessica Ayers?” He whistled. “Hotter than hell.”

  “I saw her sitting on her deck the other night when I pulled in, but I haven’t met her. Bella’s over at Amy’s with the girls.”

  Evan, Caden’s mini-me teenage son, walked out of his bedroom. Evan was almost seventeen, and this year he’d cropped his chestnut hair short, like his father’s. Over the year he’d grown to six two. His square jaw and cleft chin, also like Caden’s, had lost all but the faintest trace of the boy he’d been two years earlier.

  “Dude. You went running without me?” Evan, Caden, and their other buddy, Kurt Remington, whose fiancée, Leanna Bray, owned the cottage behind Bella and Caden, sometimes ran with Jamie in the mornings.

  “Sorry, Ev. Vera wanted to get a jump on the day, so I went early.”

  “That’s okay.” Evan glanced out the window in the kitchen and looked down by the pool, where Jessica was spreading a towel out on a lounge chair. “I was gonna go for a run, but if it’s Thong Thursday, I think I’ll go for a swim instead, then head over to TGG for the afternoon.” Evan had worked with Jamie for one summer, learning how to program computers, and he’d been working part-time at TGG, The Geeky Guys, ever since.

  Jamie set a narrow-eyed stare on Evan.

  “What?” Evan laughed.

  “Behave,” Jamie said, before walking out the door and across the gravel road to Amy’s cottage. Christ, now I’m jealous of a kid?

  He glanced at the pool, tempted to put on his own suit and head down for a gawk and a swim. Instead, he headed across the gravel road to Amy Maples’s cottage.

  “Hi, Jamie. Just in time for coffee.” Amy handed him a mug over the railing of her deck.

  “Thanks.”

  Jenna Ward, a big-busted brunette, and Bella, a tall, mouthy blonde, followed Amy out of her cottage. They wore sundresses over their bathing suits, their typical Cape attire. The Seaside cottages had been in their families for years, and Jamie had grown up spending summers with the girls and Leanna Bray, who owned the cottage beside Vera’s, and Tony Black, who owned the cottage on the other side of Leanna’s.

  “Come on up here, big boy.” Bella waved him onto the deck and pulled out a chair.

  “I owe you big-time, Bella.” He sat beside her and set his coffee on the glass table.

  “Most people do,” she teased.

  “I know I do.” Jenna had recently gotten engaged to Pete Lacroux, a local boat craftsman, who also handled maintenance for Seaside—and had been the object of Jenna’s secret crush for years. Bella and Amy had secretly broken things in Jenna’s cottage for several summers without Jenna knowing, to ensure that she and Pete would have reasons to be thrown together.

  “Thong Thursday?” Jamie shook his head. “You are a goddess, Bella.”

  She patted her thick blond hair. “Thank you for noticing.”

  “Leanna is going to be so mad at you for doing that,” Jenna said. “She doesn’t think our men need to see butt floss on any of us.” Leanna ran a jam-making business out of Kurt’s bay-side property.

  Bella swatted the air. “She’s staying at their bay house for a few days. She’ll miss it completely.” The lower Cape was a narrow peninsula that sprawled between Cape Cod Bay and the Atlantic Ocean. The cottages were located between the two bodies of water, and both Kurt and Pete owned property on the bay. Caden and Bella had a house on a street around the corner from the bay, and all three couples spent most of their summers at Seaside and the rest of the year at their other homes.

  Luscious Leanna’s Sweet Treats had really taken off in the last two years, and since her business was run from a cottage on their bay property, she was spending more and more time there.

  “I’m sure Tony won’t complain,” Amy said with an eye roll that could have rocked the deck. Tony Black was a professional surfer and a motivational speaker, and Amy had been hot for him for about as long as Jenna had been lusting after Pete, but Tony had never made a move toward taking their relationship to the next level. Jamie didn’t get it. He’d seen Tony eyeing Amy, and Tony took care of her like she was his girlfriend. Amy was hot, smart, and obviously
interested—Tony was a big, burly guy with a good head on his shoulders. They’d make a great pair.

  “Speaking of Tony, I saw him leave early this morning. He’s spending the day at the ocean.” Jamie sipped his coffee.

  “Good, then maybe he’ll miss the thong show, too.” Amy leaned over the table and lowered her voice. “Did you guys see the chick renting Theresa’s condo?”

  “All I know is that she’s smokin’ hot and she doesn’t talk much.” Jenna was busy resituating the top of her sundress, pulled tightly across her enormous breasts.

  “I don’t know what her deal is,” Bella said. “But she was yelling at her phone the other day.”

  “You mean yelling on her phone,” Jenna corrected her.

  “No, I mean at. She was staring at it, smacking it, and yelling at it.” Bella made a cuckoo motion with her finger beside her head.

  Nothing new here from the girls. A little jealousy over the new hot chick. Jamie picked up his coffee mug. “Mind if I bring this back later? I have to get going. I’m running into Hyannis to pick up a few things. You guys need anything?”

  The girls shook their heads.

  “You’re willingly going to miss Thong Thursday?” Bella put her hand to his forehead. “You must be ill.”

  No shit. “One look at my ass in a thong and she’ll be chasing me around the complex. I wouldn’t want to subject you three ladies to that. It could get ugly.” He smiled with the tease.

  “Ha! Yeah, right. Like you’d ever wear a thong.” Jenna threw her head back with a loud laugh. “You’re just worried about sporting a woody down by the pool.”

  She had him there.

  “You’ve got woodies on the brain,” Jamie said. “Are you guys coming to Vera’s concert tonight?” Vera had played the violin professionally when she was younger, and this summer a group of older Wellfleet residents had put together a string quartet and invited Vera to play. They never saw much of a crowd, but it got her out of the house and playing for an audience again, which she enjoyed.

  “I wouldn’t miss Vera’s concert,” Amy said.

  “Bella and I are going over together because Caden’s taking someone’s shift and Pete’s hanging with his father tonight, working on a boat. I’ll ask Sky if she wants to come, too.” Sky was Pete’s sister. She’d come to the Cape last summer to run their father’s hardware store while he was in rehab, and she’d never gone back to New York other than to pack up her things. Now sober for almost a year, their father helped Pete with his boat-refinishing business.

  “Vera will be glad to hear it, and she loves Pete’s sister.” He glanced down at the pool, then headed for his cottage.

  “Wanna bet who’s gonna bang the new chick? Tony or Jamie?” Jenna’s voice trailed behind him.

  Jamie slowed to hear the answer.

  A crack of hand on skin told him that Amy had shut Jenna up with a friendly swat.

  (End of Sneak Peek)

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  Love in Bloom books may be read as stand alones. For more enjoyment, read them in series order. Characters from each series carry forward to the next.

  SNOW SISTERS

  Sisters in Love (Book 1)

  Sisters in Bloom (Book 2)

  Sisters in White (Book 3)

  THE BRADENS

  Lovers at Heart (Book 4)

  Destined for Love (Book 5)

  Friendship on Fire (Book 6)

  Sea of Love (Book 7)

  Bursting with Love (Book 8)

  Hearts at Play (Book 9)

  THE REMINGTONS

  Game of Love (Book 10)

  Stroke of Love (Book 11)

  Flames of Love (Book 12)

  Slope of Love (Book 13)

  Read, Write, Love (Book 14)

  THE BRADENS (coming soon)

  Taken by Love (Book 15)

  Fated for Love (Book 16)

  Romancing my Love (Book 17)

  Flirting with Love (Book 18)

  Dreaming of Love (Book 19)

  Crashing into Love (Book 20)

  SEASIDE SUMMERS (coming soon)

  Seaside Dreams

  Seaside Hearts

  Seaside Sunsets

  Seaside Secrets

  THE RYDERS (coming soon)

  Seized by Love

  Claimed by Love

  Swept into Love

  Chased by Love

  Rescued by Love

  *Please note: The Bradens (II) and Seaside Summers are releasing in an alternating pattern (Fated for Love, then Seaside Dreams, then Romancing My Love, then Seaside Hearts, etc.)

  More Books by Melissa

  Chasing Amanda (mystery/suspense)

  Have No Shame (historical fiction/romance)

  Love, Lies & Mystery (3-book bundle)

  Megan’s Way (literary fiction)

  Traces of Kara (psychological thriller)

  Where Petals Fall (suspense)

  Acknowledgments

  I didn’t think anything could bring me quite as much joy as writing about the Bradens, but hearing from my readers as you demand more of our sexy heroes and sassy heroines is equally as exciting. I love receiving your emails and messages on social media, so please keep them coming. You inspire me to be a better writer and to continue the bloodline. Thank you!

  A hearty thank-you goes out to Giacomo (Jim) Giammatteo, who was kind enough to share his stories of his beloved Gracie with me. I hope I did her justice. Jim was also kind enough to fill me in on all things pig related, and Shanyn Silinski offered an education on calving and large farm animals. Thank you both for your time and for sharing your knowledge. Any and all errors are my own. Elisabeth Nash is named for a reader whom I chat with often on Facebook, Elisabeth Occhipinti. I hope you enjoy your namesake. I’d like to thank Russell Blake for naming Aunt Cora. The name suits her perfectly. And much gratitude goes to all of my supportive friends and family for their endless patience and encouragement. You’re an inspiration to me on a daily basis, and I appreciate your efforts.

  My editorial team and proofreaders make my work shine with their superb skills. Thank you: Kristen Weber, Penina Lopez, Jenna Bagnini, Juliette Hill, Marlene Engel, and Lynn Mullan. Thank you, Natasha Brown, for the gorgeous cover, and Clare Ayala, for formatting my work.

  Last but never least, thank you to my husband, Les, and my youngest children, Jess and Jake, who graciously allow me to live in my fictional worlds for far too many hours each day.

  Melissa Foster is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. Her books have been recommended by USA Today’s book blog, Hagerstown magazine, The Patriot, and several other print venues. She is the founder of the World Literary Café, and when she's not writing, Melissa helps authors navigate the publishing industry through her author training programs on Fostering Success. Melissa also hosts Aspiring Authors contests for children and has painted and donated several murals to the Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC.

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