Her Summer Crush. Linda Hope Lee
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Название: Her Summer Crush

Автор: Linda Hope Lee

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Короткие любовные романы

Серия: Mills & Boon Heartwarming

isbn: 9781474049887

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      Max looked over his shoulder. “Keep your line tight,” he said.

      “Must be a big one,” Ben put in.

      Standing at the helm, Ole grinned and gave a thumbs-up. He idled the engine, which sent the boat plunging into the waves and water splashing onto the deck. Cody anchored his reel and grabbed his camera. This was a photo op not to be missed.

      Don’s face turned red and his breath huffed. Max yelled orders. Ben looked on as though awed by the whole thing.

      “There he is!” Max pointed.

      Sure enough, a king salmon burst into view, its silver scales catching the sun’s rays. Then the fish plunged back into the water. Don reeled more line. The boat rocked and rolled.

      “Here he comes!” Don yelled.

      The fish broke the waves again and for a moment, tail swinging, hung suspended in the air. Cody caught that moment and several more. Then it was all over, and Don’s prize catch lay on the deck.

      Not for long, though. Ole packed the fish in ice while the others talked about what a great catch it was, and Cody reviewed his shots. Don may have caught the king salmon, but for Cody, his pictures were much more valuable than any fish. The shot of the salmon in midair was exactly what he’d hoped for. He could already see the photo blown up and hanging on a wall or featured on a magazine cover.

      Before the trip was over, they’d each landed a salmon, although none were as big as Don’s. Back in the marina, they posed for photos with their prizes and got a ritual picture to take home and show to friends, along with a story that would be embellished each time it was told.

      After making arrangements to pick up their fish later, they celebrated at the marina’s tavern. The group sat on the deck, watching the other charters drift in like hunters coming home.

      The marina was close to Smuggler’s Cove, where bootleggers had hidden their stashes during Prohibition. Willow Beach was full of interesting history, but, with the entire world calling, Cody had never taken the time to pursue it. Maybe someday.

      During a lull in the conversation, Cody turned his attention to the newcomer. “So, Ben, you’re from Seattle?”

      Ben sipped his beer and set down the glass. “Right. Thought I might like living on the coast.”

      “And you’re an accountant.”

      “Yep, a numbers cruncher. I opened an office in the Stafford Building. Already have a fair number of clients.”

      “Including us,” Max said. “That’s how me ’n’ Ben got acquainted.” Max was a partner in Fuller’s Foods, Willow Beach’s main grocery and variety store.

      Cody couldn’t imagine staring at numbers all day, but someone had to do it. Ben looked the part, with his blond hair neatly cut and jaw clean shaven. While Cody, Max and Don were dressed in sloppy shirts and faded jeans, Ben wore a sports shirt that was molded to his chest and tucked into jeans that somehow had a crease.

      He seemed a nice enough guy, though, and he might appeal to Luci. Since Cody had heard that Luci still had a thing for him, he’d been trying to figure out what he could do—without hurting her. He’d decided that she needed another guy to catch her interest. Then she would forget about him. Maybe Ben could be that guy.

      “You attached?” he asked Ben, in what he hoped was a casual tone.

      “Am I married, you mean? No.”

      “Girlfriend? Significant other?”

      “Not at the moment.”

      “Me, neither.” Cody chuckled. “Lucky us, huh?”

      Don jumped into the conversation. “Do I hear you bad-mouthing the holy state of matrimony? It’s not so bad, is it, Max?”

      Max folded his arms over his brawny chest. “You’ll have to ask Trixie about that.”

      Don smirked. “Yeah, Arliss and I saw you two the other night at the movies, holding hands like you were on your first date.”

      “A night out without the kids is a date,” Max said. “And Trixie insists on one date night a month.” He shrugged. “I can’t complain.”

      Ben made no comment. He didn’t appear to be much of a talker. But then, Cody often became an observer, too, always keeping an eye out for the next picture. Like now. He spotted a gull about to land on the piling at the mouth of the harbor. Look at that wingspan. Look at the angle. Look at the legs come down. Must be like landing a plane. He picked up his camera.

      Later, on the way to their vehicles, Cody caught up with Ben. “Good to have you along today.”

      Ben nodded. “Catching that fish made my day.”

      They turned into the parking lot, dodging a couple cars and stepping onto the path. “You probably don’t know many people in town yet, being new and all.”

      “Haven’t had much time. Busy lining up clients. And bird-watching. That’s one of the reasons I moved here. I’m an amateur ornithologist.”

      “That so? I’ve been known to stalk a few birds myself.” At Ben’s startled look, he added, “When I’m taking pictures. You know.” He let a moment go by while some others passed them on the path and then continued, “A friend of mine works in the same building you do. I could introduce you, if you’re interested.”

      Ben’s forehead wrinkled, but then he said, “Well...okay.”

      “Super. Give me a day or so to work out the particulars, and I’ll get back to you.”

      Ben nodded and pulled his car keys from his pocket. “Sounds like a plan.”

      Cody climbed into his SUV and headed out of the marina lot. Ben had been a whole lot easier to reel in than the fish he’d caught today. Now, he had to find the right time to get him and Luci together.

      Cody pasted a big grin on his face and wore it all the way home.

       CHAPTER FOUR

      “DID YOU SUBMIT your article on Cranberry Acres to Coastal Living?” Glen asked.

      Luci put down the brochure advertising a charter boat service and sat back in her chair. She’d managed to organize some of the material, but countless stacks remained. The mess was driving her crazy.

      “I did turn in the article. I haven’t had a response yet from the editor.”

      “It looked good to me.” Glen hitched up his trousers over his ample stomach. The day was a warm one, and he’d shed his jacket and rolled up his shirtsleeves, but the ever-present tie adorned his neck. “But then, what do I know about it? That’s why I hired you and Cody. By the way, have you seen him lately?”

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