Ryan held a strawberry milkshake in one hand, his father’s ashes in the other—and hoped like hell he didn’t get them mixed up.
Sweat trickled down his neck.
The heat surprised him considering June in the North Carolina mountains, at least from what he remembered, always hovered around eighty degrees.
Of course, he hadn’t set foot in this godforsaken place for ten years, and he’d spent most of that last summer naked—with Emily Winters.
He turned to stare at her. Couldn’t help it.
And there it is. Thanks so much for reading and joining me in celebrating my debut release.