“Besides the parade, there will be fireworks later on. That’s my favorite part.” AJ smiles, lost in thoughts of cascading colors that will soon fill the sky.
Apparently, according to Babette every resident took this day as some unofficial cook-off challenge, not settling for the usual picnic fare of hot dogs and hamburgers, but offering up ribs and anything else that could be barbecued, fried chicken, every variety of casserole, salad, pickle, condiment, and dessert.” Lilly gazes down at her now flat stomach. “I’m gonna regret the tight jeans, I just know it.”
“Well there is just about any summer drink you could imagine. I’ll try that lemonade, it looks home made.” Mac drools as she thinks about the sugary sweet lemonade she longs for.
“I’m looking for Babette, she promised to introduce us to some of Christopher’s friends. I love him as a hero in Summer Time Dreams.” Melissa grins at Babette as she approaches.
“Hi ladies welcome to the Fourth of July celebration here in Falk’s Bend. Isn’t there one of you missing?”
Babette gazes over the crowded streets. “We’ll have to hurry is we want a good seat in one of the grandstands.” Babette points to seating along the main road where the parade is soon to pass. “Well she’ll have to catch up with us.” The group quickly follows Babette and seats themselves in the front row. The cacophony off sounds goes off scale as the first of the marching bands begins its way down the street to cheers and good natured calls.
Shouts for the local high school band fill the air! The cheerleaders march in unison and stop to perform as small skit in front of the bandstand.
“Wait a minute,” Mac whispers to the others isn’t that Mary?” She points to a majorette in a baggy costume and with huge pom poms glued to her front that shake radically as she clumsily tries to twirl the baton. “Is that? No, it couldn’t be…It is!!!”
They all laugh and nod to those around them who are hysterical at the antics in front of them.
“Just pretend you don’t know her.” Lyn whispers as they as they watch the spectacle. “It wouldn’t be so bad if she had worn a top that wasn’t so bright and gaudy and those pom poms...”
Babette squeals in delight as she runs over, joins Mary, grabs a baton, and tries to twirl it. “Come on, she yells, it’s fun.”
The girls look at each other and sigh. AJ jumps up and yells, “Are you game?”
“If you can’t beat ‘em, join, ‘em!” They chorus and run to join the fun. “It’s a Summer Time Dream!”
Bio: Babette James writes sweetly scorching contemporary fantasy romance and loves reading nail-biting tales with a satisfying happily ever after. When not dreaming up stories, she enjoys playing with new bread recipes and dabbling with paints. A teacher, she loves encouraging new readers and writers as they discover their growing abilities. Her class cheers when it’s time for their spelling test! She lives in New Jersey with her wonderfully patient husband and extremely spoiled cats.
The Fourth of July is over, but for these summer lovers the fireworks have just begun.
An unexpected inheritance brings business consultant Christopher Gordon from Los Angeles to quaint Falk’s Bend. He’s carved a week from his demanding schedule to list his great-grandparents’ house for sale and explore his roots. However, disturbing family secrets and the sweet temptation of writer Margie Olsson derail his plans, challenging him to seize the elusive dream missing from his hectic life— love.
Margie touched his shoulder and had him turn away from the mess to focus on the view toward the river.
Here the picturesque natural beauty of the property began: the land sloped gently down past the ancient summer house and purple martin houses to the reedy pond where a duck flew in and landed with a quack, and stretched on through weedy tangles of wild blackberry and rogue saplings to the ancient apple and plum trees sagging with unripe fruit, and beyond to the river invisible in the distance, marking where the Engberg’s farm began on the far bank.
Appreciation softened his tense face.
“Beautiful, isn’t it? I fell so in love with this place when I was little and dreamed I’d live in a house like this someday.” Margie laughed. “Of course, in my dreams it was a bit less rundown.”
“I’d imagine so. Interested in buying?”
“Oh, if only I could, I would in an instant. I’m sure the property alone is worth far more than I can afford. It’s a huge piece of land. And the repairs and restoration...” Longing swelled. She sighed. Someone else would buy and live in her dream home.
Quiet fell between them for a while. Bees buzzed in the clover. Birds sang, chirped, and flitted. A hummingbird whizzed past. Two more ducks joined the first amid quiet bickering quacks. Dandelion fluff drifted by on an unfelt breeze.
A truck rattled down the lane, breaking the moment.
“Suppose we ought to head back...” Christopher turned, so close their arms brushed, but instead of retreating, he hesitated. Their eyes locked. Where dismay and frustration had filled his green eyes, want simmered. The heavy air electrified.
You need a change.
On a surge of bewildering crazy courage, she stretched up and kissed him. The brief brush of lips to lips left her shaken and her heart pounding, like she had just come up for air.
His eyes widened in his serious, craggy face.
No, oh, no. Blowing out an unsteady breath, she pressed a hand to her stomach. She’d carried her day’s adventure one impetuous step too far. Her heroines were the daring part of her. She’d never even kissed on a first date before, and this wasn’t even a date.
Before the apology fluttering in her mind could break free, he cupped her cheek and touched his mouth down on hers.
Thinking faded as feeling soared. His gentle touch sweet and fascinating, his lips warm and firm played over hers, unhurried in his caresses and enticing brushes. He laced his fingers into her hair, cradling her head in his hand. He tenderly nipped her lip and licked at her mouth, inviting her rather than taking.
She sighed, delighting in this lovely, reckless rush. Yes. Yes. Yes. Forget that they had just met. She could want again.
Gripping his shoulder, she accepted the heady invitation, and the kiss deepened into perfect.
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