(Complete) When Paige Ouellette is summoned to breakfast on a Sunday morning by her father, she has no idea of the arrangement he is proposing. Can Paige be the only person who isn't happy about spending her summer at The Point?
The reward of survi...
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The Currier home was on the river. Although it was not near the beach, the view was still beautiful. It was one of my absolute favorite places. Last summer I avoided it because the memories of my mother were everywhere in the house. Now I would have to face the memories and whatever Jim and my father needed to discuss so urgently.
I stood in front of the door, suddenly not sure if I should let myself in as I had in my youth. I was about to knock when Daniel pulled into the drive. He stepped out of and towered over his little car. Shaking my head, I thought he was the big luxury SUV type.
I nodded at him. "I guess you got the call too."
"What do you think they're up to?"
He obviously didn't care how he looked. His hair looked damp ─ at least he showered! He wore shorts and a Maine tee shirt that had seen a few too many washes. He dressed for summer, although it couldn't be more than sixty-five degrees with a strong ocean breeze.
I had taken the time to dress in slacks and a lightweight sweater too casual for work, but dressier than casual Dan. I wanted my father to think I took this meeting seriously.
Daniel opened the door and ushered me in. Scanning the living room, nothing had changed. The comfortable room was tidy as if Auntie Deb had just straightened the Coastal Living and Bon Appétit magazines.
The white shaker furniture and lemon meringue broad cloth sofa were as welcoming and bright and sunny as a summer day. The house wasn't grand. On the first floor, there was the living room, kitchen, dining room, and master suite. The best feature was the back porch which had an amazing view of the river. The upstairs had three bedrooms, one of which had been designated for me, summer after summer.
We found our fathers in the dining room at the large farmer's table laden with bagels, cream cheese, and fresh fruit. The room smelled of freshly brewed coffee.
"Oh good, you're both here," Jim said.
Daniel complained. "Dad, I had plans today."
"I'm sure your little artist can survive without you." Jim quieted his son.
I smirked. Clearly, Daniel was involved with a woman his father didn't approve of. It wasn't surprising, he always had a girl on his arm and typically her best feature wasn't her brain.
Daniel glared at me. "How's Nathan?"
My jaw hung open. How did he know about me and Nate?
