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The one that got away. Every girl has one, right?

Mine was a charming, British aristocrat who turned my world upside down one summer.

From the moment I first spotted Leo in the distance through my binoculars, I’d been captivated. I certainly never expected to find a man showering outside of the property across the bay in his birthday suit.

Then I noticed his housemate staring back at me with binoculars of his own—watching me watching Leo.

That made for an interesting conversation starter when I inevitably ran into them.

Turned out, the handsome Brits were only renting that house for the summer in my seaside town.

Leo and I formed an instant connection, even though we were technically opposites by all appearances. I taught him how to dig for clams, and he taught me that not all wealthy and powerful guys are pretentious.

Despite knowing he was totally wrong for me, I couldn’t seem to stay away.

It was a wild and crazy few months. And before I knew it, we’d fallen in love.

We both had one wish: more time together.

But Leo had obligations back home. He lived a life I’d never fit into. And I was going to law school. So, we decided to end it and never look back.

A part of me always felt like I’d let my soulmate walk away.

I believed our story was over.

Until five years later when he sent me a letter that shook me to my core.

I’d thought my world was turned upside down that first summer?

Well, I knew nothing yet.


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Penelope Ward

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Excerpt

I parked my tiny car in front of the beautiful property, which had a circular driveway. The house featured wood-shingle siding and a stunning front porch with four white Adirondack chairs. This was the quintessential Narragansett house, yet most people could only afford it in their dreams.

Before I could walk to their front door, Sig came out to greet me. I faced him as I stood in front of my car.

He gave me a once-over. “I didn’t realize we’d invited Mary Poppins to tea.”

Great.

Is it that bad? I looked down at myself. It is that bad. Long, black skirt with a white shirt and blazer. The only thing missing was the umbrella. Damn you, Bailey.

Glancing at his shirtless chest, I understood now that this was most definitely a casual “tea.” Leo, who happened to have a T-shirt on, finally appeared, running toward us as if to stop his cousin from doing further damage.

“There you are,” Leo said.

“I’ve never been invited to tea before,” I told him. “I assumed it was more formal. But clearly I was wrong.”

Leo smiled. “I think it’s adorable that you dressed up. And for the record, you look lovely.”

“And you’re a liar.” I laughed, wiping some lint off my skirt. “But thank you anyway.”

Sig looked over at my tiny, mint green Fiat 500. “Would you like to bring your toy car inside as well?”

“Leave my car alone. It’s easy to park and good on gas.”

“Sigmund can relate to being small and gassy,” Leo joked. He placed his hand lightly at the small of my back, sending a chill down my spine. “Welcome to our humble abode. Let’s go inside.”

“Hardly humble.” I chuckled, looking up at the massive property.

They led me through a large foyer to a spacious kitchen with cream-colored cabinets and sparkling granite countertops.

“What can I get you to drink?” Leo asked.

“I thought tea was the default beverage today.”

“I bet you like it with just a spoonful of sugar, yeah?” Sig chided.

I rolled my eyes. “Spoonful of Sugar”—the famous song from Mary Poppins. This guy was a pill.

I don’t think Leo got the joke. He just squinted at his cousin. “Well, when I invited you for tea, I was using the term loosely,” he said. “I do have other options. But I can make tea, if that’s what you want.”

“In that case, I’d love some tequila. Have any?” I teased.

Tea-quila. Coming right up, gorgeous.”

“I was kidding, but I certainly won’t turn it down.”

“Tea-quila is much better than tea anyway.” He winked.

Sig had left the kitchen, and Leo ventured into an adjacent room that must have been where the liquor was stored. For the brief time I was left alone, I gazed out through the French doors at the bay.

His voice startled me. “It’s a beautiful day.” Leo stood holding what I recognized as a bottle of Casamigos Reposado tequila and two shot glasses.

“It’s gorgeous out, yes.”

He gestured with his head. “Let’s enjoy these drinks outside, shall we? I’m eager to learn more about you.”

“About me? I thought I was supposed to be teaching you about Narragansett.”

“Oh. Well, I suppose we can talk about that, too.” He smiled.

Leo led me out to the large deck and placed the alcohol and glasses on a table. I sat in one of the chairs, and he sat across from me.

He opened the bottle and poured the tequila nearly up to the rim of my shot glass before serving himself.

He reached his glass toward mine. “Cheers.”

We both threw back at the same time. The tequila burned my throat as it went down.

So much for tea. Bottoms up! Almost instantly, I felt the buzz, my cheeks tingling. Looking across the sparkling bay, I said, “It’s weird to see my house from this angle. Mrs. Angelini’s property looks even more beautiful from here. In fact, I think this view—the back of her house—is the best part.”

“I think the best part of the house might be sitting across from me, actually.”

His words left me feeling flushed. “What are you basing that on?” I asked. “You don’t even know me.”

“I was trying to be complimentary, but you’re right. I don’t know much about you aside from the fact that you’re not very easily charmed.”

Copyright © 2021 by Penelope Ward.

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