About Last Summer

About Last Summer
Sandra Panting

Bad Boy…Best Man.Natalie Campbell – type A personality, dutiful daughter, and manager of the family event planning business – is organising her brother’s wedding.  Which is awkward, since last summer she fell into bed with the best man.Chase Malone is all wrong for her – commitment-phobic, recently divorced, and living on the other side of the country. He never promised her a future, and he doesn’t want anyone to know about their past. But history does have a way of repeating itself… and with the wedding coming up, their little secret is harder and harder to keep!

Bad Boy…Best Man.

Natalie Campbell - super-organized, dutiful daughter, and manager of the family event planning business – is organizing her brother’s wedding. No matter how long her to-do list (and at the moment it seems never-ending!) she’s grateful for the distraction. Because if she’s fiddling with the table plans and arranging flower centerpieces she’s not thinking about last summer. When she fell into bed with Chase Malone—her brother’s best man. Now this is going to get awkward!

Chase is all wrong for Natalie – she’s sure even the word commitment would send him running for the hills! He never promised her a future, and he doesn’t want anyone to know about their past. But with the wedding coming up, their little secret is getting harder and harder to keep…and almost impossible not to repeat!

About Last Summer

Sandra Panting

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E-book Edition © January 2014 ISBN: 9781472074980

Version date: 2018-09-19

Contents

Cover (#uea7cab45-ce77-5ac8-852b-c1e570b42e23)

Blurb (#u5769ccb9-415c-545f-8a2a-729400c18e6a)

Title Page (#ubdf3bc92-b60e-59ef-8d9e-b64b967561ca)

Copyright (#ua269bbc6-d7ba-54bc-a8ba-13232e52947e)

Author Bio (#u5050b5c0-109f-5380-9d04-3d7ae8f662b2)

Dedication (#u0a006850-5ff7-5f86-a488-1680df2cf668)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Endpages (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

As a child SANDRA PANTING used to tell people that when she grew up she wanted to write Nancy Drew books, although in reality what she really wanted to be was Nancy Drew. She eventually gave up on the dream of imitating her favorite teenaged crime fighter, but her desire to become a writer never waned. Currently Sandra lives in Illinois with her husband and four children. Most days she can be found writing, spending way too much time on Twitter, and anxiously awaiting the next Dancing With The Stars elimination.

Thanks Dad

Chapter One (#u08ae1b32-6cdf-5494-a63c-f4f524249783)

The last time Chase Malone had seen Natalie Campbell she had been naked in his bed, and when he awoke she was gone. That was over a year ago. He’d never asked why she left and, given the statute of limitations had no doubt expired on such a question, it was unlikely he ever would. Besides, asking those kinds of questions wasn’t his style.

From his secluded position, he watched as she stood on a small wooden pier, while an expanse of the Mississippi River held her gaze. Somewhere in the distance guests had gathered to celebrate her brother’s birthday, and it wasn’t like Natalie to not join in. But Chase hadn’t followed her to discuss her brother’s birthday. Actually, he wasn’t certain why he had followed her, but for some reason he couldn’t stay away.

Deciding he’d had enough of loitering in the shadows, he pushed away from the tree he’d been lounging against. The soles of his shoes clumped slightly as he strode across the wooden planking.

“You know that’s not allowed.” He crossed his arms on top of the railing, the polished plank adequately wide enough to rest his arms.

“What’s not allowed?” Natalie’s eyes remained focused on the dark surface of the river. If she was surprised to see him, she hid her reaction well.