Page 49 of That Summer Hideaway
‘What now?’ Jemma snapped, flinging her door open wide.
Greg raised his voice above the rumbles of thunder. ‘I may not earn as much as you. But I earn enough to have a pretty good life.’
Jemma raised her voice to match his. ‘I didn’t say you didn’t. And I don’t care about that anyway.’
‘I really liked you, Jemma,’ he yelled. ‘I thought we got on brilliantly. I thought you liked me too, and that’s why I backed off. I thought we were moving too fast. And I wasn’t ready to fall for someone again. But I have. And there’s nothing I can do about that. Except stay out of your way. But I don’t want to do that either.’
‘I liked you too. And then I thought you’d used me. But that didn’t stop me liking you. I had to stay out of your way too. Except I didn’t want to. But I didn’t have a choice. And as for my new friends. I met Hanna last week and she took me to Betancourt and the beauty and history and romance of the placeinspired me. I was able to write my book faster than I’ve ever written anything. I finished it today.’
‘Congratulations!’ he shouted.
‘Thank you!’ She matched his tone.
‘I think I’m falling in love with you,’ he boomed. ‘No. I think I am in love with you.’
Her eyes opened wide and she shouted, ‘I think I’m in love with you! What do you want to do about that?’
‘This,’ he roared, reaching out and pulling her into his arms.
He kissed her just as the heavens opened and rain bucketed down on them.
‘It’s raining,’ he said his mouth hovering over hers after that first passionate kiss.
‘I know,’ she said, leaning in for more as water dripped off his eyelashes onto her cheeks.
Neither of them cared.
After all, what was a little rain when you were wrapped in the arms of the love of your life?
