The mix up, p.1
The Mix Up, page 1
THE MIX UP
LILAC HARBOR
BOOK 1
SHAW HART
CONTENTS
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
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Arlowe
“I think that there’s been some kind of mix up.”
That’s my first clue that my stay in Lilac Harbor isn’t going to go according to plan.
There’s been a mistake with my rental booking and now instead of having the charming little bungalow on the shore all to myself, I’ve got a not so charming roommate.
Yates Warner.
He’s a grump in every sense of the word, but there’s something about the guarded translator that tugs at my heartstrings.
I’m determined to make the best of this situation, and who knows? Maybe my grumpy giant and I can even be friends.
Yates
Yeah, we’re definitely never going to be friends.
Arlowe Mitchell is too sweet for a grouchy loner like me. She’s too friendly, too generous, and way too optimistic.
Also, way too tempting.
The more time I spend with her, the more I want her.
When she tells me about the newest book her book club is reading and says how she always wanted to have a summer fling like the characters, I finally get my opening.
A four-week fling. No strings attached and we part at the end of the month to go our separate ways. The only rule we have is to not get attached.
I thought it would be a piece of cake to follow but the more time I spend around my new roomie, the more I realize that I’m in real trouble of breaking our one and only rule.
ONE
Arlowe
My phone buzzes as soon as I step off the plane and I hurry to the end of the tunnel and out of the way of the other passengers before I dig it out of my hoodie pocket, smiling when I see who the messages are from.
Emery: Don’t forget about book club! It’s coming up soon.
Arlowe: I won’t! I’m excited to talk about this one. I loved it! I actually just finished it on the plane ride.
Emery: I know, right? So good! I read it in one sitting and was so tired at work the next day!
Arlowe: LOL!
Emery: I’m excited to see you again. Even if it is only on the computer screen.
Arlowe: Same!
I smile as I text my friend back. I met Emery close to a year ago when I helped open a ceramic studio in her city a few months back. When she found out I loved romance books as much as she did, she invited me to join her and her friends for their book club.
I already read the book for our next Book Boyfriend Book Cliub meeting. It was a super steamy vacation romance that had me feeling flushed for most of the plane ride.
I can’t wait to discuss it with the girls in a few days.
The Detroit airport is chaos as I grab my little rollie bag and start down the terminal toward the exit. I smile as I look around at all of the other passengers. I love people watching and airports are great for that.
It takes me a while, but I finally reach the baggage claim area and find a quiet place away from everyone else as I wait for my bag.
I pass an exhausted looking mom and dad, their twin daughters giggling as they run in circles around their parents’ legs, and I can’t help but grin at their energy.
Most people hate flying but I’ve always loved it. The excitement as the plane takes off, making plans for all the things you want to do and sights you want to see at the new place. When I got the job at Clay Fire and they told me how much traveling was involved, I was thrilled. Sure, traveling for work isn’t as much fun as traveling for vacation, but I like to make the best of things.
I’m the social media manager for the whole Clay Fire company. I spend most of my time either taking pictures and searching for the best hashtags or wording for a post, or traveling around to our new sites to take some behind the scenes shots and try to drum up excitement for the new store that’s about to open.
That’s why I’m in Michigan today. I’m headed to the Upper Peninsula, to this tiny town called Lilac Harbor to help them get ready for the newest addition to the Clay Fire chain.
This is the first time I’ve been to such a small place that you couldn’t just fly into the city, but Lilac Harbor is surrounded by a bunch of tiny tourist towns and my boss is sure Clay Fire will be a big hit there.
I’ll be spending six weeks there in total. Five before the new store opens and then I’ll stay for one week after they’ve opened before I head back to Miami for my next assignment.
I get my rental car and drag my rollie bag and oversized suitcase outside. As soon as the warm breeze hits me, I sigh. I’m so sick of the heat in Miami, and it’s actually nice to be up in the northern states, especially in the summer months.
It’s August but it’s still hot as Hades in Florida. Throw in that I’m dodging all the tourists and traffic of such a big city and I’m really looking forward to my time in Michigan.
I grunt as I try to lift my luggage into the trunk of my rental car. It’s a Ford Focus and I’m suddenly glad they didn’t give me an SUV for this trip. I’m not sure I’d be able to lift my things into it.
I slam the trunk down, only breathing slightly hard. At 5’5” and one hundred and eighty pounds, I’m not exactly in great shape. I like my curves though and I really like baked goods too much to ever be a size two.
It might be time for some cardio or weights though, I think as I try to catch my breath.
It’s close to a five-hour drive to Lilac Harbor, and I know I need to get a move on if I want to arrive before the sun sets. I’m supposed to be able to get into my rental house with the lockbox on the door, but if there’re any issues, I want to be able to get in touch with the rental company and not be stuck outside for a few hours because everything is already closed for the night.
Once I get out of Detroit, the traffic thins. I sing along to the top forty station on the radio as I cruise down the highway. My boss, Angela, calls me around two to check in and I let her know that I’m almost there. I stop for gas and a burger just before I cross over the Mackinac Bridge.
Michigan is actually really pretty. Everything is so green and the highway winds through trees and rock walls before we get back to trees. It’s certainly a change of pace from the sand and palm fronds of Florida.
I’ve been making a mental list of all of the local attractions I want to go and see. I’ll have a bit of downtime over the next few weeks and I’m already imagining taking a ferry ride over to Mackinac Island for some of their famous fudge.
I make it to the other side of the bridge and pay the toll before I stop to stretch my legs and top off the gas tank so I don’t have to worry about it later. It feels good to stretch my legs after so much sitting.
Lilac Harbor is supposed to be about twenty or thirty minutes west of the bridge and I can feel the excitement bubbling up inside of me. I wonder if I have time to get settled at the rental place and then go check out the town. Maybe I should go for a walk along the water instead. I could stretch my legs that way and then I could take some pictures with the sun setting and post them tonight.
I bring up my rental information and grin when I see a message from Hartley. She was my next-door neighbor when I was going to college. Her and her grandma were a hoot, and I was sad to hear about her grams passing a few months ago.
She just relocated to Michigan and is only about a thirty-minute drive north of where I’ll be staying. I already promised her that I would stop by to see her, and she promised to come down to Lilac Harbor for a visit too.
I can’t wait to meet her new boyfriend.
Hartley is a lot like me. She never dated, was always too focused on her family and friends, so I know that if she met someone, he has to be pretty great.
I climb back in the car and turn onto the road before I call her.
“Hey,” I say when she answers.
“Hey, yourself. I was going to call but I couldn’t remember when your flight landed and the texts about it are buried about two hundred messages ago,
“I landed this morning. I’m just about to pass Destiny Falls,” I say as I squint to make out the upcoming town sign.
“Oh, then you’re really close. I was just down in Destiny Falls the other week. My friend Iris lives there. She owns the Blast From The Past Antiques store.”
“Just passed it,” I say with a smile as I look out the window and see the sign.
“Where’s your rental house?” she asks, and I try to remember the street name.
“I can’t remember the street but it looked like it was right by the water.”
“That will be relaxing.”
“I know. You’ll have to come over for a little mini vacation! This one was over what the company was willing to pay so I covered the rest. It was worth it because the house looks gorgeous,” I gush as I pass by some local sight called the Mystery Cabin.
It actually looks kind of cool and I add it to my mental list of places to see.
“Totally worth it,” she says, and I smile as I head out of Destiny Falls and further along the coast.
The sign for Lilac Harbor comes up and I squirm in my seat. I can’t wait to be out of this car.
“I know that you’ll need to get settled but let me know when you want to get together. I’m pretty much free most nights.”
Hartley is a baker and owns her own bakery up in Honey Peak. She’s amazing at what she does but I don’t envy her work schedule. She’s always up hours before the rest of the world.
“I’ll let you know. I need to see how far away the store is but then I should be able to take a bunch of pictures and spread them out over a few days. So maybe we could get together next weekend?”
“Sounds good! Just let me know for sure.”
“I will,” I promise her as the GPS tells me to turn into a driveway. “I just pulled up, so I’ve got to go, but I’ll text you later.”
“Alright, talk to you soon.”
I park in the driveway in front of the garage and turn the car off. I can see the water right behind the house and there’s a decent bit of space between this house and its neighbors.
This place is amazing and suddenly I’m really excited.
This place is going to be like a mini vacation.
I’ve always loved the water. I grew up in Oregon and used to make trips to the coast with my mom and friends every other weekend. There’s something about it that calms and centers me.
It’s why I moved to Miami after I graduated. I used to love the sounds and the feel of the city but lately, it’s just been a bit of nuisance. Maybe it’s time for a change.
I climb out of my car and stretch, trying to work out all of the kinks in my back and shoulders as I head to the trunk to grab my bags.
I’m struggling with the luggage when I hear a door open nearby and I look up and into the face of one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen in my life.
Dark brown hair hangs over his forehead and comes dangerously close to hanging in his blue eyes. He’s taller than me, a lot taller than me actually. If I had to guess, I’d say he’s somewhere over 6’4”.
He’s wearing a pair of dark jeans and a plain white t-shirt. It should be a casual outfit, but somehow it makes him look like a model.
My eyes trail over the athletic lines of his body, down the strong muscles in his legs to his bare feet.
Even his toes look sexy.
How is that possible? Or fair?
Wait. Bare feet?
It’s then that I realize he’s standing in the open doorway of my rental house. He must be the owner or work for the rental company and was just finishing up some cleaning or making sure it was ready for me?
I drop my suitcase on the ground, narrowly avoiding my toes, and I look up to see him glaring at me.
Uh oh…
“What are you doing here?” he asks, his voice coming out deep and silky.
He has an accent, but I can’t decipher where it’s from and I frown as I try to place it.
“I’m moving in,” I tell him.
Maybe he got the dates mixed up?
“What?” he snaps, a fierce frown overtaking his face and I shift on my heels.
“I rented this house,” I tell him slowly and his frown intensifies.
“I think there’s been some kind of mix up,” he says, and I stare at him as he disappears back into the house.
He left the front door open and I look around, unsure.
What the heck do I do now?
TWO
Yates
I can’t believe this is happening. HOW is this happening?
I canceled that booking. I know I did.
Didn’t I?
I bite back a curse, grumbling under my breath as I head into my home office and straight over to my computer. When I first saw her car pull into the driveway, I wondered what she was here to sell. I haven’t gotten many solicitors since I moved in a few weeks ago. Actually, most of the time it’s one of my new neighbors or someone from town coming to welcome me to Lilac Harbor town.
I had looked to see if she had a plate of brownies or something with her and my mouth started to water at the thought of all of the sweets that have been dropped off here in the last few days.
Then I had seen the suitcase she grabbed from the trunk and my stomach had dropped.
“What was the name of that site?” I mumble to myself as I open up a new browser.
I bring up the rental website and head to the booking section. This time I can’t hold back a curse as I see the booking is still there, the word confirmed still in bold red letters next to it.
I could have sworn that I canceled it when I moved into this place two weeks ago. The old owners moved south to enjoy the warm weather and before they listed it, they had it up as a rental property but I guess they weren’t getting many bookings so they decided to sell instead.
They told me about the booking when I signed the papers. I got the impression their grandson had done the computer stuff and the listing for them, and I had assured them I would take care of it. They had seemed relieved to have it off of their plate and I knew it would only take me a minute to log in and cancel it. They had given me the password to the site and been on their way.
I must have forgotten to do it when I moved in. I was so busy getting unpacked and catching up with my friend Arlo, I guess it must have slipped my mind.
Great, now I have to deal with this.
I sigh, dragging my hand down my face as I feel my stress levels spike. I’m already behind on this project. I don’t have time to argue with her about her stay.
I head out of my office and spot the little intruder right away. She’s standing by the front door, looking around the place. I didn’t even hear her come into my house and I frown as I head toward her.
I don’t want her here, but I can’t deny it was my fault for not double checking that the reservation was canceled. Since it was my fault, I can’t just demand that she leave or kick her out.
I study her, trying to decide the best way to go about explaining what happened and getting rid of her.
Her dark caramel brown hair is twisted and tied up in a messy knot on top of her head, but a few loose strands have fallen down around her face. She’s got to be at least a foot shorter than my six-five and I glance down to see if she’s wearing heels, but she has on a pair of flats.
She’s dressed casually in a pair of tight yoga pants and a loose-fitting tank top, both of which do nothing to hide her ample curves.
She turns to face me and her vivid green eyes lock on me, sending a lightning bolt down my spine and I straighten in shock.
