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Book Summary
Have you ever thought of packing up everything you own and moving halfway across the country?I’m talking about leaving your entire life behind—friends, family, school—with no turning back. No? Me either, but that was before a week of spring break changed my life forever. Before I did something I never thought I’d do at twenty-two. Before I fell in love with Grey. Sometimes happily ever after isn’t always what you think it will be.
Chapter One
GREY Room twenty-four. I looked at it one last time. The day I moved in here
wasn’t a happy day. Pops had died, left me the Palm Palace, and I didn’t have
anywhere else on the island to stay. Somehow it became home. A small, one room
spot by the ocean had become home. There wasn’t much to pack: work clothes, a
few tools, my boots. I had already hauled most of it next door, but there were
still a few boxes in storage. I would try to get those before Eden arrived. I
looked at my phone. She should be here in four or five hours. I shook my head.
I hated the idea that she was on the road by herself. She was stubborn. I knew
that the first minute I laid eyes on her, but this was crazier than hell.
Driving all the way from Chapel Hill to Padre was damn near reckless, but I
couldn’t talk her out of it. She said it had something to do with proving that
she was moving for the right reasons. If it meant that much to her I knew
better than to stand in her way. I pulled the door behind me and turned the
heavy brass key in the lock to secure the room. Maybe one day I’d be able to
afford those fancy keyless entries, but that was far off. I was lucky the Palm
was still open. It had been a rough year trying to keep it afloat, but Eden
breezed in here and showed me what was possible. She had all kinds of creative
ideas about marketing, advertising, and services we could add. It was one of
the things I loved about her—she saw past the peeling paint and the rusty
doorknobs. She saw the Palm the same way I did and she loved it. She loved
every last pink and blue tile, the way the boardwalk creaked when you walked on
it, and how we probably had the only pool on the island without a diving board.
That girl was something else. I didn’t take it lightly that we were moving in
together. Who could? Last time I tried this Laura and I barely left on speaking
terms. But that was different. That was Laura and her obsession with med
school. This was Eden and everything about her made me realize it was the right
decision. Sure I was nervous, but I’d never tell her that. I didn’t want things
with us to end up like they did the last time I gave this a shot. I was going
to make sure it wouldn’t. That’s why I had to surprise her with the beach
cottage. I couldn’t let her move all the way here and start off in room
twenty-four. We’d probably get on each other’s nerves faster than the tide
changed on the beach, but besides that I wanted her to know I took this
seriously. The blue house next door meant something. It wasn’t a cramped
shoebox where we’d have to split a closet and a dresser combo. It was a place
that could be ours, a place we could work on together, and a place where we
could figure out the future. I shoved the key in my pocket. I had to get it
back to the office. My phone rang. “Hey, Marin. What’s up?” “I just talked to
Eden. She’s in Louisiana.” “You didn’t ruin the surprise did you?” I had
trusted everyone on the island with the beach house secret, but deep down knew
someone would let it slip. Things had a way of getting out around here. Marin
laughed. “No, she has no idea. She thinks you are bunking up in that cute
little room of yours at the Palm.” “Thanks, girl. Did she sound ok? I’m trying
not to bug her.” What I really wanted to do was call her every hour and find
out where she was, but that would contradict her plan. I managed to respect it
since she got on the road. “She sounded like a girl who can’t wait to see you.
I’ll let you know when she get’s to the bridge, ok?” “Alright. Thanks. I
appreciate you checking up on her for me. I don’t want her to think I don’t
think she can handle it.” I opened the door to the stuffy office. “She can
handle it. Don’t worry about her, Grey. She’ll be here tonight. Call you
later.” “Thanks.” Marin hung up and I tossed my phone on the cart. I had a few
rooms to check before I made my way to the cottage to get things set up. Eden
would be here tonight. This would be her office. I was handing over the books,
the reservations, and all of the marketing to her. It was probably a bigger
step than sharing a bathroom, but I knew I didn’t trust anyone else with Pop’s
legacy like I trusted Eden. As I shoved the cart out of the back door, I heard
the wind kick up on the beach. Eden and I were moving in together. I knew after
tonight my life would never be the same, and there was no turning back. Good
thing I didn’t want to.
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About the Author
T.A.
Foster's Bio: T.A. Foster once spent a month-long spring break on South
Padre Island, where she soaked in the Texas sun, beach, and learned what real
Texas country music is. Sometimes fiction does spring from reality. She grew up
catching rays and chasing waves along the North Carolina Outer Banks and now
resides in the state with her adventurous pilot husband, two children, and two
canine kiddos. T.A. has an undergraduate degree in Journalism and Mass
Communication from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and a
graduate degree in Educational Psychology from Texas A&M University. When
she’s not chasing her two-legged and four-legged children or trying to escape
for date night, you can find her reading, writing, or planning her next beach
trip. 
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