Read Take Me All the Way for Free Online

those digging in the dirt, avid gardener that she was, but since so many others were on hand, Cami asked her to take charge of getting the signs she’d created in the ground. A main sign was to be placed at the lot’s entrance, and two more, indicating the lot was for patrons of Coral Street businesses only—as opposed to beachgoers—were to be erected at each side, facing the parking spots.
    Tamra knelt, working with a large trowel, enjoying the feel of the sun on her face and shoulders, glad she’d pulled her hair back into a ponytail as usual—when a deep, shockingly rude voice sounded in her ear. “Can you get outta my way?”
    Caught off guard, she looked up. She couldn’t see the face of the man standing next to her—it was blocked by a large juniper bush. She saw only dirty brown workboots and two burly hands wrapped around a large burlap-covered ball of roots towering above her. “What?” she asked.
    â€œI said, ‘Can you get outta my way?’ This thing’s freaking heavy.”
    She just blinked, her back going ramrod straight where she squatted in front of him. “Can you not be so rude?”
    â€œJesus Christ, woman. Just move before I drop the damn thing on you.”
    Tamra tried to hold in her gasp. But given this Neanderthal’s manners, she feared he might make goodon the threat, so as much as she didn’t like obeying orders from rude strangers, she grudgingly stood up and got out of his path. Then watched as he plunked the bush on the ground next to her feet.
    She looked from the bush to the Neanderthal, now that she could actually see him, and—oh Lord, was she mistaken or was this the same Neanderthal who’d been hauled away from the Hungry Fisherman in handcuffs the other night? Same scruffy beard, same longish, messy hair.
    â€œThat bush had to go right there, huh?” she asked. “Right at this exact moment?”
    His expression didn’t change—he wasn’t the least bit cowed by her scolding. “That’s where it goes,” he said. “It’s heavy, so why should I move it twice?”
    â€œWell, maybe because I was already working there,” she pointed out, raising one critical eyebrow in his direction.
    â€œWas it that hard for you to move?” he asked in the same tone, as if she were being unreasonable.
    â€œWell, I—”
    â€œWait, don’t answer that,” he said, holding up one hand. “Didn’t know I’d be dealing with the princess of Coral Cove over here. But now that I know, I’ll steer clear of you.”
    And with that, he turned and sauntered away.
    And Tamra stood looking after him, bewildered. Where had this guy come from and what was his problem? And why did she actually feel a little like she was in the wrong here when she knew good and well that she was in the right?
    No one had ever in her life accused her of acting like a princess. She just wasn’t that girl—not by a longshot. And she sure as hell didn’t like it. Who on earth did Mr. Scruffy Beard think he was, anyway?
    Normally, she would turn around and go back to what she’d been doing. But she was so taken aback that she suffered the unusual urge to seek out some friendly faces rather than stand there alone stewing over some asshole she didn’t even know. Spotting Cami and Reece talking with Fletcher and Christy, she crossed the parking lot toward them.
    â€œWho is that guy?” She rolled her eyes and motioned toward the rude stranger, who now unloaded another sizable bush from the tailgate of a faded red pickup truck.
    â€œHis name is Jeremy Sheridan,” Reece said.
    And Christy added, “He’s from Destiny, Ohio—my hometown. I just didn’t recognize him the other night when we saw him getting arrested. I still can’t believe that’s him.” She shook her head, then appeared a bit wistful. “You should have seen him