Summer Magic: Part of the Summers in Seaside Series by C.L. Collier

Author:C.L. Collier [Collier, C.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-07-21T05:00:00+00:00

Stone and I spend all day together. We check out the various activities going on in town for the festival, including the carnival where we ride a few rides, play a few games, and eat a deliciously greasy lunch of corndogs, french fries, and we share an elephant ear for dessert. Afterward, we walk along the beach, talking and getting to know even more about each other. And then we decide to have dinner outside of town at McMenamins in nearby Gearheart. Stone had insisted on driving me today, since I drove the night before, and I have to admit, I love his Range Rover.

After dinner, we walk around the property, which is not only a restaurant, but a large hotel set between a golf course and the beach. We end up getting drinks at the hotel’s bar and taking them outside to drink while we sit at a campfire.

“Have you been to a McMenamins before?” I ask Stone, knowing there are several restaurants around both Oregon and Washington.

“A couple,” he replies. “I’ve been to the one in Tacoma a few times, and also the one in Olympia. I think that’s all, though.”

“I’ve only been to this one. I’ve heard all their properties are unique.”

Stone nods. “Yeah, they’re pretty cool. Not your normal restaurants, I guess you could say. I’d love to come back to this one and golf sometime.”

“You like to golf?” I ask, adding another new fact to the things I’m learning about Stone.

“Yeah, I do. I don’t go very often, but I enjoy golfing. Do you golf?”

Flashbacks of golfing with Clint a time or two come to mind, and I quickly remember how drunk he would get every time we went. One time, he even threw up on the sixteenth hole, which was utterly embarrassing.

What a dumbass.

I can’t imagine Stone would ever do that.

“Yeah, I’ve gone a few times. It’s been a long time, though,” I reply, wanting to shove the memories of Clint far, far away.

“We should go sometime,” Stone says, flashing his beautiful smile that makes my heart pound just a bit harder.

“I’d like that.” I smile back. Thank God Stone can make me forget about my past relationship.

We spend the next hour sitting around the campfire, talking as we sip our drinks. When we leave, Stone takes my hand in his as we walk toward the parking lot. I look up at him and smile.

“I like holding your hand,” he says. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all. I like holding your hand, too.”

Stone gives me all the feels, and I’m ever so grateful that I met him.

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