The Summer Catch (Oyster Cove Series Book 5)

by Jennifer Foor

  Table of 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 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  The Summer Catch

  Oyster Cove Book 5

  Jennifer Foor

  Copyright © 2017 Jennifer Foor

  All Rights Reserved

  This book is a written act of fiction. Any places, characters, or similarities are purely coincidence. If certain places or characters are referenced it is for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  There is supposed to be one more chapter and an epilogue. This should only happen if you preordered.

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  Chapter 1

  Caleb

  Spring break started two days ago, and my kayak tours are completely booked solid. I’m not complaining. Things have been slow for Oystering this month, so I’m ready to start making the big bucks that spring and summer will bring.

  There was a time when having an exact duplicate of myself was the most interesting part of life. My brother Coop and I have never lived apart. We share everything; rooms, clothes, vehicles, video games, but never women. That’s where we have to draw the line.

  A few months ago we made the leap and moved out of dad’s house. It was getting cramped, and bringing chicks to our shared bedroom was starting to make us look bad. Granted, we’d fixed up a shed in the back yard a while ago. We ran electric to it, had a couple old couches, a television, and a mini-fridge. We were proud of our space, even when we knew it wouldn’t last forever.

  When our older brother Dane moved out of his apartment, we jumped on the lease. He left it furnished, his wife wanting all new furniture for their first home. We spent the first two nights making the space our own, hanging posters, rearranging the furniture, and framing out a couple walls so we had privacy if we brought chicks home with us.

  I’m not going to lie. Coop and I have company on most nights. During the summer we’re knee deep in pussy, and in the winter months we have a couple friends who are cool with booty calls and leaving before we have to buy them breakfast.

  The bottom line is that neither me or Coop have time for bitches that want to try to rope us into a relationship, or label us their boyfriends. We don’t belong to anyone, and I can’t see that changing for any reason.

  Life is good.

  Except that sharing issue. I’m getting tired of being late because my brother can’t find his keys. Today I’ve decided to get him back by hiding them in my pocket while accusing him of losing them again.

  Coop has been rummaging through every cushion, the pile of dirty clothes in the bathroom, and now the kitchen drawers, while I stand by the front door acting like I’m bothered. It serves him right. Just the other day he used all the toilet paper with the exception of one ply. He went as far as writing in black marker that he was sorry on it.

  Now he’s getting paybacks, and for some reason it’s worth being late and getting reamed out by my boss.

  I wait another ten before finally coming clean. Well, actually he came outside to discover I had the jeep running. I gave him a wave and watched him flip me the finger before joining me. He mumbled profanities on his way. So predictable. “Dickhead.”

  After a congratulatory invisible pat on the back, I put the vehicle in gear and head the two miles to the rendezvous point where we let the kayaks into the water.

  Cruising down the small town road, I take in the scenery that I could navigate through with my eyes closed. Chincoteague Island is the only home my family has ever known.

  With a little over two thousand permanent residents, our small community relies on each other to keep things going in the off-season, where tourism is minimal. Starting in the spring, and throughout the summer, we welcome travelers from far and wide, catering to them in every way possible. Most of our revenue comes by tourism. It's how small businesses stay afloat.

  While I appreciate being able to live the small town life, where we can spend days on the water, surfing at the beach, or visiting the wild ponies on our sister island of Assateague, the monotony gets old. So does the job. One day I’ll get bored and end up on the family fishing boat full-time. For now I’m happy to be able to go a few hours a day without having to do things for them.

  Coop breaks my train of thought. “Plans for tonight?”

  “Don’t bother picking me up later. I’ll catch a ride with someone else. There’s no telling how late I’ll be. We’ve got at least two tours this morning.”

  “Cool deal. I’ll probably head over to Dad’s place after work. Meet you there?”

  “True that. He always has a fridge full of beer.”

  We’re cheapskates. It’s no secret. In my honest opinion I’d say our dad purposely refills the refrigerator so us kids stop by to visit.

  Coop and I meet at the front of the 4x4, all while we scope out the potential hotties for the day. It’s something we do to make work fun, at least for me. I’m always up for a challenge.

  He points to a group of chicks looking to be our age. They’re giggling and posing next to the kayaks with no regard for us. “Check out that one on the left. Damn. I’d tip her boat over just to save that ass.”

  I snicker while imagining it playing out. “Yeah, but then I’d lose my job.”

  "Twenty bucks says you can't even get a number."

  Rolling my eyes, my focus remains on the female in question. I can already tell she'll be a challenge with her designer clothes and sunglasses, not to mention the wristlet my stepmother wishes she could afford. Twenty bucks is probably chump change to this group. If I had to guess, this group of chicks grew up in a country club setting with butlers and silver spoons and shit. "You're on." I'm no quitter. Spitters are quitters.

  He pats me on the shoulder at the same time the female meets my gaze. I can't see her eyes, but the tightness of her lips tells me she's not amused that I'm checking her out. Her friend crosses her arms and points at me, knowing damn well I'm paying attention.

  "Please tell me that idiot isn't our guide? We're liable to float out into the ocean and die from the looks of him."

  I open my mouth to say something witty as
a comeback, but spot my boss heading in my direction.

  Coop cackles while getting in the driver's side of the Jeep. "That's my cue. Good luck, shithead. You're going to need it."

  Gravel shoots around as his vehicle skids out of the parking lot and drives away, honking his horn and waving at the group of women as he passes them.

  "Dick!" I mumble before my boss can hear me.

  Koby Kitt gives the group a once over before turning his attention to me and my appearance. "You don't look hung over."

  My face contorts at the accusatory statement. "That's because I'm not. Coop made me late. He couldn’t find the Jeep keys."

  "You can't come up with a better excuse? Could have walked here by now."

  I suppose he's right. I'm over a half hour late. The folks waiting have already filled out their paperwork and probably gone through the orientation part of the tour, which leads me to understand their impatience. "Sorry, dude."

  Koby, who is in his early fifties, but still likes to hang with young surfer type people, shakes his head. "I was thinking I'd have to take all twenty out together. Glad your ass showed up."

  "Me too. I need to get paid," I remind him.

  "Keep showing up late and I'll start docking ya."

  I let the comment slide without countering with something sarcastic that will surely get his old ass going. It's too early and I don't want to push my luck. In my defense, Koby has been threatening to dock my pay since I was a teen just starting out. We're more equals at this point.

  Koby points to the two groups of people that have naturally separated for whatever reason. Sometimes it's because they are together as a unit or family, but other times it's preference. In this case the younger group of women seem to want to be away from the other people ranging in ages. "You take the crew to the left. I'll take the right."

  This isn't good. He's sticking me with the families instead of hot chicks. "Hang on there, captain, don't you think I'd give the ladies a good time?"

  "That's what I'm worried about."

  Furrowing my brows, my head shakes from side to side. "Whatever floats your boat. I'm just saying the people on the right look like they want the full tour with narrative. The ones on the left just want to hang out and get wet," I nudge him in the arm, "if you know what I mean."

  It's not really a question. Koby knows exactly what I mean and nods to confirm. "If I get one complaint..."

  "You won't. I'll be sweet as Grandma's Sunday pie."

  "Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of."

  I flash him a wink while walking away. Maybe the day is looking up for me after all.

  Chapter 2

  I’m leading six females down the coastline of Assateague in hopes of being able to show them the wild ponies and some other wildlife. Blue Heron and a few Osprey glide through the trees checking us out. The women are being far too loud to be able to sneak up on any deer. Even the ponies keep their distance. Finally, after having them paddle around for forty minutes I’ve had enough of the loud giggling, but more importantly the complaining. I feel like it’s all I’ve been hearing.

  First it was flies, then mosquitos. After that, it was the smell of the wetlands, and then the mud when they dug their paddles too far under water. They complained about getting wet. They bitched about the humidity ruining their hair. One even said it was too sunny to be kayaking.

  Throwing my hands up in the air, I’m ready to turn around and paddle away from all of them, leaving them to fend for themselves. I always joke about getting fired, but this would really seal the deal. “Will you all just shut up? Didn’t you come out here for the experience? I’ve never heard a bunch of more whining babies in all my life.”

  A blonde toward the front decides to threaten me, which is expected. I’m used to hearing it, because I can’t stand rude people and call them out when I see them acting like idiots. “If I were you I’d turn around and find us something interesting, or you’ll be picking up trash for the rest of your life.”

  I cackle so loud it echoes off the nearby trees. “Is that a fucking threat?”

  I point to her. She happens to be wearing some kind of dress that looks like a tennis outfit. “Who the hell wears shit like that to kayak? Were you the one bitching about getting wet? I’ve got news for ya, Barbie, we’re in the water. That’s what happens. No one goes kayaking thinking they’ll stay fresh and clean. It’s an outdoors activity, and somewhere down the line you might just break one of those fancy nails too.”

  “You have a lot of nerve,” a ginger says behind her. “Davina, grab my phone out of the compartment. I’m calling the owner.”

  The blonde reaches in the airtight box and retrieves the phone, while I continue shaking my head and laughing. If I knew any better, I’d say Koby was waiting for this call. He probably saw this group and laughed inside knowing I’d take the bait and screw it up.

  “When you get him on the line, make sure you tell him about all the crying you’ve done. Never in my life have I had to deal with such bullshit this early in the morning, and I have three brothers.”

  They begin to bicker amongst themselves, contemplating turning around and heading back without a guide. I could care less what they do at this point. I’ve exhausted my energy. My head is pounding, and they’re making me feel like just giving my brother the twenty bucks and forgetting this ever happened.

  At the very same time the call is supposedly being made, the hot brunette paddles her way beside me. She's clearly annoyed, but her frustration isn't displayed in her calm voice. "You should probably apologize," she suggests.

  "And why is that?" I counter.

  "Because Davina won't stop until you're fired."

  "She can try all she wants. The people on this island are like family. Even if she gets me fired today, I'll be back at it tomorrow morning. Chicks like your group are predictable. My boss knew it was going to be a tough day, but I volunteered so he wouldn't have to deal with it."

  "How kind of you." Her sarcasm doesn't bother me as much as her friends'.

  Davina interrupts her friend's attempt to settle the dispute. "No answer. What kind of business is this?"

  "Obviously we aren't to your standards. Maybe next time you should Google high dollar kayak tours for rich bitches."

  I don't have to look in the direction of the brunette to see her mouth draped open. One cocky smirk turns her shock into regret. She begins to paddle back toward her friends. "Whatever happens next is your fault."

  Unlike what they would expect from me, I start back on the tour, paddling while pointing at landmarks to talk about. I begin discussing the original lighthouse and how it was damaged years ago and redone. The bickering continues for the first five minutes and then slowly calms down.

  I'm fully aware that I'm not out of the woods. At some point I'll have to hear shit from Koby, but he will get over it. He always does. Worst case, I'll be full time on the boat with my brothers. There's always another opportunity waiting for me.

  While we row along the shoreline, I hear a couple more names. Madison. Mandy. Steph and ------. Not sure if which could be my brunette, I keep eavesdropping while adding some fun facts about the island.

  "To the left the locals call this place Virgin Cove."

  "Why?" Someone asks from behind me.

  "Because this is where we bring the tourists to take their virginities."

  "You're sick!" One of them announces, while the others agree and make their own accusations. I'm called names, mostly referring to being either a male whore, or rapist. It all makes me laugh and soothes my lingering bad mood.

  "Say what you want. I'm only the tour guide."

  Davina asks the next question with a stuck-up tone. "How many poor girls have you taken there?"

  I turn and face her when I answer. "Maybe you misunderstood. I've never forced anyone there. They beg to be taken."

  "Yeah right!" This gets them all going. They're saying they wouldn’t give me the time of day, and that they can't believe I have a job
with the public.

  "Think what you want. I've got nothing to hide."

  The soft voice catches my attention. Turning to the beautiful brunette, I'm all ears. "What else is there to do on the island? Is there a place to go for cocktails tonight? I know most businesses aren't open until the summer season."

  I tell them the go to the bar over the diner, leaving out the part that my family owns it. All I'm thinking about is that my twenty-dollar bet might not be lost yet. There's a possibility I have more time to make something happen.

  Chapter 3

  Kadence

  Agreeing to this vacation wasn’t difficult. I’ve worked my ass off to graduate next month with honors and a scholarship to NYU to finish up law school. I’ve sacrificed a social life in order to stay on top of my studies. For years I’ve done nothing but keep my head in books. My strict parents expected only the best out of me, and for all they’ve invested in my future, I need to make them proud.

  That being said, I need this break. For the first time I can spend Spring Break relaxing at a beach location I’ve never actually been. It was one of my friend’s ideas. Her grandparents has a house on Chincoteague Island that they live in during the summer months. The four-bedroom bungalow is right on the bay, looking across to Assateague where the wild ponies live.

  Growing up on Long Island, I never really had the opportunity to have a horse. We lived in the suburbs in a private community that wouldn’t allow farm animals of any kind.

  When I was fourteen my parents moved us to the Hamptons after a high profile court case took their law firm from affordable to the best of the best. It’s why I have such big shoes to fill. It’s expected of me.

  With that being said, I wasn’t the type of kid to want for anything, but I was taught to cherish and appreciate everything we had. If I asked for something, I got it without argument. My parents were often busy, so they showered me with lavish gifts to make up for their lack of being around. I’m spoiled, and for the most part I’m not complaining about it. I’ve seen how much others have to work for way less than we have. I understand why some people assume I’m just another rich kid with a silver spoon in my pocket. What they don’t know is that I’m the type of person to only need minimal belongings. I’ve outgrown the gifts and money. Life is more than that.