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and giving me a million annoying reasons why we should keep the house chock full of Mom’s touches, she willingly agreed to get the ball rolling as soon as I came back.
    I grabbed another beer from the fridge and plopped down on the couch with my iPad open to an electronics site. First things first—the place needed a television from this century and a new state of the art, sound system. If I ordered the stuff this weekend and had it shipped ASAP, I could have Beck and maybe Trey come by and help me set things up next weekend. Modernizing would be easy enough and then we’d be back in business. I intended on getting good use out of this place that was once such a retreat for our family. Only now, rather than being a quiet escape from the rowdiness of the city, I planned to bring the city right up here to the country. I couldn’t wait to host the first shindig of the year.
    With the online order for all my new gadgets and gismos placed, I opened up Facebook to start spreading the word about the summer party of the year—the Grayson Lake House Fourth of July Bash. Things would be perfect by then. I had over a month to work my magic. I scrubbed over the bristly hair at my chin, plotting. “This is going to be the shit!”
    “What’s going to be the shit?”
    Startled by a strange albeit fucking sweet-as-honey voice, I jumped up, gaping at the door.
    The raven-haired, skimpy shorts wearing beauty leaned against the door jamb as if she hadn’t just invited herself in. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to just barge in, but this place has been vacant for years. I saw the windows open and the truck in the driveway and decided to be… nosy.”
    A girl that fine could be nosy any damn time she wanted to, but I couldn’t help myself from playing with her. “Nosy? I’d call this trespassing, honey. You could’ve walked in on me doing… any number of things.”
    She arched an eyebrow and leaned her curvy, denim-clad ass against the front door. “Oh yeah? What kind of things?”
    Nah! This girl wasn’t sweet at all. I could tell by the way she was eye-fucking me and twirling her gum around her finger that she was sinfully devious. My type of girl. “Things… so many different… things .” Placing the beer down on the tree stump coffee table, I wiped my hands on my jeans and walked over to the beautiful stranger. “I’m Marcus,” I extended my hand. “You are?”
    “Skylar. Nice to meet you, Marcus.”
    Skylar. Hmm, that name would be fun to say while… yeah, but so would Tessa . I’d give anything to growl out her name during a round of… okay, why was I thinking of Tessa in this moment when there was a willing and interested girl right in front of me. “Well, Skylar, why don’t you come on in? The place is a mess, but I have cold beer and…”
    “You had me at ‘come in,’ Marcus. I don’t need the beer, just came to see you.”
    Did I know this girl? What did she mean she came to see me?
    She must’ve sensed my confusion because next she answered my question without me having to ask it. “My parents are friends with Kyle’s parents, from down the road.”
    Blank stare. The name Kyle registered only a faint hint of familiarity.
    “Kyle Crow. Your neighbor. The guy you supposedly spent Friday nights camping out and roasting marshmallows with when you were a kid?”
    Oh! That Kyle! We hadn’t hung out since we were fourteen. So many friends—and girls—had come and gone since our innocent marshmallow-roasting, ghost-story-telling days that it was hard to even put a face to the name. “So, Kyle Crow remembers me ?”
    She nodded, making herself comfortable on the couch, covering up the tiny little tear without even noticing it.
    “And what exactly did Kyle have to say about me, huh?”
    She crossed her legs, making the cut-off, frayed shorts ride up even higher, revealing smooth, shiny legs. It took everything in me not to reach out and touch.
    “When we first bought the house—two summers ago—he told