up, I could see she had the curves to rock the bikini she wore. Even better, she looked like the type of woman who cared more about having fun than her hair and makeup getting ruined in the pool. And lately, the latter was the type of woman I seemed to attract when I went out.
By the time my phone buzzed, reminding me it was time to leave to pick up Bella, I’d wasted almost two hours on a dating site I never thought I’d visit. I started to shut down my laptop, but the last open window had the photo of the woman cannonballing. It made me smile again before I clicked it closed.
My finger hovered over the power button to turn off my Mac, but then I thought better of it and went back to the dating site one more time.
I scanned through my matches, looking for one in particular. Finding Val44, I took one more peek.
What the hell? Why not?
Plenty of people used sites like this.
I clicked the button beneath her profile to let her know I was interested.
***
“This place is so boring.”
I dragged the last of my sister’s bags into my apartment and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. It was pretty damn humid for almost the end of May.
“Manhattan? Is boring? That’s one I haven’t heard.”
Bella rolled her eyes. “I don’t mean Manhattan. I mean your apartment. What fun can I have staying with my brother?”
“Where else would you stay? Besides, you’re here for the summer, not forever.” Thank God for small things. Bella had been fourteen when our parents died five years ago. I’d never thought about not taking her in and becoming her guardian, even though I was only twenty at the time. But I’ll admit I was relieved when she’d decided to go away for college. Raising a fourteen-year-old was sure as hell easier than a nineteen-year-old.
“The summer house. I’ll go out to Montauk for the summer.”
“I can’t commute from there every day.”
“So? Who asked you to commute? I meant I would spend the summer out there, and you would spend the summer here.”
“Not happening.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’d be all alone, and there’s no security out there.”
“It’s Montauk. No one even locks their doors. We spent every summer out there growing up. Montauk is safer than Manhattan.”
“How do I know you aren’t going to have wild parties?”
“So what if I do?”
“You’re nineteen, not twenty-one.”
She arched a brow. “And you never had a drink or threw a party until you were twenty-one?”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
“It just is.”
“God, Ford. When did you turn into Dad?”
Even if I had security installed at the beach house out east, I wasn’t sure it was a good place for Bella to be. Neither of us had been there since we lost Mom and Dad, and if there was anyplace in the world that was filled with memories of them, it was Montauk—Mom hosing down our feet in the outdoor shower, having breakfast with Dad on the back deck. Dad leaning in the doorway quietly, watching Mom dance to music in the kitchen. The way he smiled when he looked at her—that thought picked at a wound that had only just begun to heal.
When our accountant had suggested we rent out the place, I didn’t even entertain the idea. I’d rather take the loss on maintaining the property than let strangers into the house.
Bella would never be able to handle the stir of all those memories. Honestly, I wasn’t sure I could either. I should probably just put the place up for sale.
“Come on, Ford. You know, I don’t actually need your permission to go. I can grab the Jitney while you’re at work.”
Of course she was right. Bella was over eighteen and could go anywhere she wanted now. The only thing I held over her was the purse strings. I was her financial trustee until she was twenty-one.
“Maybe we can spend a weekend out there or something?” I said.
“You mean the two of us? Gee, how romantic. Sounds like a blast.”
I sighed. This was going to be one long-ass summer.
Chapter 3
* * *
Valentina
At first, scrolling through the responses I received had been entertaining. I’d sift through the dating profiles while having a glass of wine and read the endless stream of messages. But after a few days, it became apparent that even though some of the guys seemed nice, I wasn’t going to respond to any of them.
I had no idea what to say. I’m totally not ready.
Just as