How to Survive a Summer Romance (or Two)
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Can Kaysie have a summer romance with Troy and still remain true to Brian? After all, Brian did tell her to have a fling or two while she was on vacation! But what happens when feelings and hormones collide? Can Kaysie trust her heart to stay on track? And how is she going to keep an eye on her mother and Troy's father--who just happens to be Mom's former summer romance?

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Date de parution 06 juin 2011
Nombre de lectures 7
EAN13 9781773624846
Langue English

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How To Survive A Summer Romance (Or Two)
 
By Ann Herrick
 
Digital ISBNs
EPUB 978-1-77362-484-6
Kindle 978-1-926965-89-5
WEB 978-1-77362-485-3
 
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Copyright 2011 by Ann Herrick
Cover Art by Michelle Lee
 
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Chapter One
 
 
I so never planned on having a summerromance. And I totally never expected my mother to have one. Imean, she’s such a relic that her husband is actually myfather.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. I want totell this story before I forget it. After all, in just a few shortyears I’ll be in my twenties and I’ll start losing ten thousandbrain cells a day.
So, near as I can remember, this is thebeginning …
 
* * * *
 
“Wake up, sleepyhead.”
An elbow jabbed my ribs. Brian’s elbow.Panic! Confusion! What was I doing waking up with Brian? I’d begrounded until the next century!
“Kaysie, you were the one who wanted to seethe sunrise. Remember?” Brian sighed. “That’s why we’ve been parkedat the edge of Stanton Pond for the last hour.”
“Oh …” I lifted my head from Brian’sshoulder. “Right.”
I yawned and stretched, then focused my eyeson the horizon. The sky turned pink. Rays of pale golden lightfiltered through the maple trees lining the far side of the pond.The sky grew brighter until the great yellow sphere appeared. Iclosed my eyes. Even in the car I felt the warmth of the sun on myface.
I hoped it signaled a beginning and not anend. I hadn’t really wanted to see the sunrise so much as I’dwanted to spend another hour with Brian. I mean, at long last,after several false starts, I actually had a boyfriend. Being withhim for his graduation party wasn’t enough. Not when, in a fewshort hours, I would be dragged off to Lake Whatamacallit for awhole month.
“I’m going to miss you,” Brian said.
“Me, too.” It totally wasn’t fair. We’dstarted dating only two months ago. For a moment, I almost smiledas I remembered celebrating my sixteenth birthday at The PizzaParlor with my best friend, Venetia. Brian had strolled by andnoticed the candles on my sausage-and-mushroom pizza.
“So, you’re sixteen now …,” he’d said with abig smile.
Next day he called and asked me out. I was soshocked I needed a self-inflicted Heimlich maneuver. Not that I wascouple crazed. But I was ready to relate. I managed to say yes. Imean, on the Boy-o-meter scale, Brian was definitely cute, almostto the point of being hot, and, not-so-incidentally, he was a mainbrain.
“I wish I’d get more time off this summer,”Brian said, dragging me back to the present. “Then I could visityou.”
“Me, too.” I tried to swallow the trace ofresentment I still had after hearing about Brian’s job. Only oneday off every two weeks! Not enough time to drive up fromConnecticut to visit me in New Hampshire. Okay, being a counselorat the camp for disadvantaged kids was important to him. I guessthat was one of the reasons I cared about him. But there was thissmall part of me—okay, a not-so-small part—that wished he couldn’tlive without me. I mean, is that too much to ask?
Then, out of the currently clear blue sky,Brian said those magic words, “I love you.” He twisted his schoolring off his finger and held it up to me. “And … and I’d like youto wear this.”
Whoa! No one I knew gave a girl his schoolring. That was the kind of thing that went on in the olden dayswhen Mom was young. But when I saw the sunlight bouncing off thegold, I lusted after that ring. “Oh, Brian,” I whispered as Ireached for it.
“But, well, um … we have to say goodbye fornow.” He stuck the ring back on his finger!
Brian was quiet for a moment, then said,“I I don’t know exactly how to say this. But, uh, after youcome back, if we … we still feel the same way about each other,would you take my ring then?”
“I don’t have to wait!” I blurted out. “Iknow how I feel right now.” Gold fever! I want that ring! I musthave it!
“Well, you may think—”
“I don’t think. I know!”
Brian touched his finger to my lips. “Take iteasy. I I just think—”
“Look, I’ll be a junior in the fall,” I said,summoning every mature cell in my body. “And you’ll be a freshmanin college, for the love of The Omnipotent Being.” My voice rose afew notches with each word, so I took a deep breath to calmdown.
“That’s another thing,” Brian said. “I’ll beaway at college. If we survive being separated for a month—”
“Wesleyan is less than an hour’s drive fromhere,” I said quickly. “You can come home every weekend.”
“Well … maybe not every weekend,” Brian said.“Besides, we’re talking about now.”
“I’m bringing a pile of books,” I exclaimed.“I’m totally going to read every day. I am so not going toeven look at another guy.”
“Now wait a second.” Brian held up his handin protest. “I don’t want that.” He paused, then said, “Well, notreally. Look, you’ll probably meet a lot of guys up there. So gofor walks around the lake with some of them. Flirt. Have yourself asummer romance … or two.”
“But—”
“Just don’t fall in love with someone else—ifyou can help it.”
“What about you ?” I freaked out. “Isuppose you have a summer romance all planned!”
“Come on.” Brian shook his head. “Even if Iwanted to, which I don’t, I wouldn’t have the time. You knowthat.”
I felt myself blush. Even though I knew Brianwas not the type to sneak around on me, my nature, unfortunately,was to be suspicious. I mean, why did he insist that I turninto a major flirt during my vacation? I looked at him inconfusion.
“Don’t worry, Kaysie.” Brian gathered me intohis arms. “I just want you to have fun. If you still want my ringwhen you get back, well, I figure we’ll be ready for a seriousrelationship.”
“I’m ready now!” Dotted lines connected myeyes to Brian’s ring.
“We’ll see.” Brian pressed his lips on mine.I felt his love wrap around me like a warm blanket, all safe andsecure. No way was I going to have anything to do with a singleother guy for the whole month I was gone. Nuh uh.
I mean, Brian was one great guy. He didn’teven try to put moves on me. I confess … I had to brush aside justthe tiniest little worry that meant he bordered on geekdom. But,no. No way! He was one of the most awesome guys I ever met.Really!
“Well, I’d better take you home now,” Briansaid. “Before your Mom calls out the National Guard.”
At my house he walked me up to the door andgave me a long, lingering kiss. “Promise,” he whispered, “thatyou’ll have fun.”
“I promise.” I promise I’ll be thinking ofyou and your ring every day that I’m gone.
“Home at last,” Mom said, as I drifted intothe living room. She was packing a trunk full of sheets and towels.“If it was anyone but Brian Hill, I’d never have let you stay outall night, graduation or no graduation! I was ready to call out theNational Guard.”
“Ha, ha.” I managed a small smile. Briancalled it. I was so going miss him.
“Mom!” Gwen bumped down the stairs,practically tripping over her luggage. “I have to bring twosuitcases. I can’t possible fit everything I need into one.”
“Oh, all right.” Mom sighed. “I guess you doneed to bring more now that you’re older.”
Ever since Gwen turned twelve last fall hernumber of necessities exploded. Curling iron, hair dryer, threeshampoos, two deodorants, who knows how many sun lotions, etceterainto infinity. Not to mention the three swimsuits she talkedMom into buying her.
Not that I blamed her. In the past few monthsit’d been obvious Gwen was inheriting Mom’s incredible curves. If Ihad a hot bod like that, I’d want a whole wardrobe of swimsuits,too.
Maybe all that shopping for Gwen was whatprompted Mom to buy herself a bikini for our vacation. She lookednice in the tank suits she’d always worn before, but I had to admitshe looked great in “that skimpy thing,” as Dad called it. Teachingsix aerobics classes a week certainly kept her in shape. Still, ithad been kind of a shock to see the switch to the bikini, even ifit wasn’t an itsy bitsy one.
“By the way, Kaysie,” Mom said. “You can’tlug both boxes of paperback books to New Hampshire. We just won’thave room.”
“But I spent weeks buying them at garagesales! And

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