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All Tasha Pike has wanted for the past twenty years is to rent Sand Dollar Point for a summer. The grand Victorian on the beach of Summerbury, Maine was the object of her childhood fantasy and her standard of romance—and it was finally happening.
Her dream summer is ruined, however, when she arrives in Summerbury to find that Hollywood superstar Spencer Ellis has muscled his way into the house instead. His offer that they share Sand Dollar Point is not only infuriating—it’s insulting.
He’s a celebrity—and one she’s determined to hate.
Spencer’s summer in Maine was supposed to help him get his head screwed on straight. One look at Tasha, however, made that impossible. She’s beautiful. She’s angry. She doesn’t care who he is. She doesn’t care about his fame. In fact, she doesn’t even like him.
She’s irresistible.
He’s only got the summer. She’s only got her heart. They’ve only got each other.
Her dream summer is ruined, however, when she arrives in Summerbury to find that Hollywood superstar Spencer Ellis has muscled his way into the house instead. His offer that they share Sand Dollar Point is not only infuriating—it’s insulting.
He’s a celebrity—and one she’s determined to hate.
Spencer’s summer in Maine was supposed to help him get his head screwed on straight. One look at Tasha, however, made that impossible. She’s beautiful. She’s angry. She doesn’t care who he is. She doesn’t care about his fame. In fact, she doesn’t even like him.
She’s irresistible.
He’s only got the summer. She’s only got her heart. They’ve only got each other.
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A smile spread from one ear to the other. He liked her. He hadn’t had a
door slammed in his face since…since his days of pounding the pavement
running from one audition to another, really. It made him feel like that
normal schlub that he hadn’t been for years. Man, he missed that
schlub. Granted, she wasn’t being rude. She was unsettled. She had other
things on her mind.
With a quiet chuckle, he turned and headed back out onto the porch, reaching for his cell in his back pocket. The sun was well overhead now, and the north side of the porch was shaded after being bathed in sunlight all morning. He walked to the far end, away from Tasha’s window, before swiping his phone on.
Two missed calls from Yvonne. He’d only felt his phone vibrate for one of them. Tasha must have had his attention for the other. Two voicemails too. He ignored them both and hit return call.
“You know I hate it when you ignore my calls,” Yvonne said by way of greeting.
“And you know I hate it when you pull strings that shouldn’t be pulled for me,” he answered. “We’re even.”
There was a fraction of a pause from the other end before Yvonne said, “I can get rid of her by tomorrow. Give me an hour to find another—”
“No,” Spence cut her off. “She stays.”
“Spence, sweetheart, you don’t need to be all noble and heroic until the cameras are rolling. If you want her gone—”
“I don’t. I like her. Besides, I really did wreck a lifelong ambition of hers. She told me the whole story.”
“I’m sure she did.” Yvonne’s voice dripped with sarcasm.
Spence clenched his jaw and ran a hand through his hair. He glanced out over the beach. Low tide. Kids playing in the water, the older ones skittering across waves on skim-boards. Parents and grandparents napping in the sun or under beach umbrellas. He breathed it all in.
“Not everyone makes things up for a living,” he scolded Yvonne. “Some people are what they appear to be.”
“Not in your line of work, sweetheart.”
“Tell me about it,” he muttered. “I’m fine with Tasha staying here for the summer. It’s the least I can do. Everything will be fine. Call off whatever dogs you have waiting in the wings to go after her.”
“Are you sure? It won’t take much.”
“I’m sure. Besides,” he glanced back along the side of the house as Tasha opened her bedroom window, “I like her.” He lowered her voice. Tasha’s pale green curtains swirled out through the window. “I’d like to get to know her better.”
His comment was met by tense silence, then. “Spence. Don’t do anything stupid.”
With a quiet chuckle, he turned and headed back out onto the porch, reaching for his cell in his back pocket. The sun was well overhead now, and the north side of the porch was shaded after being bathed in sunlight all morning. He walked to the far end, away from Tasha’s window, before swiping his phone on.
Two missed calls from Yvonne. He’d only felt his phone vibrate for one of them. Tasha must have had his attention for the other. Two voicemails too. He ignored them both and hit return call.
“You know I hate it when you ignore my calls,” Yvonne said by way of greeting.
“And you know I hate it when you pull strings that shouldn’t be pulled for me,” he answered. “We’re even.”
There was a fraction of a pause from the other end before Yvonne said, “I can get rid of her by tomorrow. Give me an hour to find another—”
“No,” Spence cut her off. “She stays.”
“Spence, sweetheart, you don’t need to be all noble and heroic until the cameras are rolling. If you want her gone—”
“I don’t. I like her. Besides, I really did wreck a lifelong ambition of hers. She told me the whole story.”
“I’m sure she did.” Yvonne’s voice dripped with sarcasm.
Spence clenched his jaw and ran a hand through his hair. He glanced out over the beach. Low tide. Kids playing in the water, the older ones skittering across waves on skim-boards. Parents and grandparents napping in the sun or under beach umbrellas. He breathed it all in.
“Not everyone makes things up for a living,” he scolded Yvonne. “Some people are what they appear to be.”
“Not in your line of work, sweetheart.”
“Tell me about it,” he muttered. “I’m fine with Tasha staying here for the summer. It’s the least I can do. Everything will be fine. Call off whatever dogs you have waiting in the wings to go after her.”
“Are you sure? It won’t take much.”
“I’m sure. Besides,” he glanced back along the side of the house as Tasha opened her bedroom window, “I like her.” He lowered her voice. Tasha’s pale green curtains swirled out through the window. “I’d like to get to know her better.”
His comment was met by tense silence, then. “Spence. Don’t do anything stupid.”
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