Page 8 of Summer in Kentbury
A soft blush rises to my cheeks, and I quickly avert my eyes, trying to ignore the fluttering sensation in my stomach. What is happening to me? I can’t possibly be attracted to this arrogant city boy, no matter how charming his smile may be.
“Let’s go get you settled in at the Bed and Breakfast,” Paul interjects, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “We can figure everything else out tomorrow.”
I nod gratefully, welcoming the distraction. As we make our way toward the cars, Lou and Paul continue chattering about their plans for the summer camp while Sinclair walks a few paces behind, hands shoved in his pockets and a contemplative expression on his face.
Perhaps there is more to him than meets the eye. Maybe this summer will bring both pleasant surprises and challenges. But one thing is certain: I refuse to let Sinclair McFolley get under my skin, no matter how tempting it may be.
Chapter Four
Lavender
Growing up in a small town,trust came naturally to me. It was almost expected that you would know everyone and anyone, which is why I didn’t hesitate to accept the McFolleys’ invitation for dinner.
As I sat at their table, surrounded by the warmth of family and the delicious smells of home-cooking, I learned that they were actuallyGenie’s grandchildren. The same Genie who owned Kneady Kentbury Bakes, my favorite place in town. Memories flooded back of spending summers there, learning how to decorate cookies and indulging in their mouth-watering pastries.
I discovered that they were six siblings who had only recently found out about their grandmother. Three of them—McKay, Lou, and Paul—had already made the move to Kentbury while Sinclair had just arrived the day before. Though he didn’t plan on staying long.
I was bursting with questions for all of them but held back, not wanting to intrude on their family reunion. Perhaps I would have a chance to ask them later on, after figuring out my own plans that don’t involve help from the McFolleys. Surely someone in town would be kind enough to let me stay in their guest room until I could return to my apartment.
After dinner, the McFolleys kindly dropped me off at the Bed and Breakfast where I had made reservations. It was slightly unsettling how much they knew about me and my family, but it seemed par for the course in a small town like Kentbury.
I wonder if Ruby knows about them.
Are Knightly Harris and her still close?
I remember her coming to Lee’s wedding and sending her a present when her little boy was born. There are so many questions, but maybe I’ll ask her tomorrow.
Even though I know it’s late and I should head to sleep after my shower, I can’t resist the urge to go downstairs to the cozy living room. As soon as I stepinto the space, a warm and comforting scent of freshly baked cookies greets me, enveloping me in its delicious aroma.
The living room feels like a big, cozy hug. The fireplace crackles and dances, casting flickering golden light over the armchairs and sofa, making them look even more inviting. It’s as if they’re beckoning me to come closer, relax, and forget about my worries for a while. The whole room exudes charm, with its eclectic mix of old-timey photos and funky local artwork that add character and warmth to the space. I can practically imagine myself grabbing a mug of hot cocoa and curling up on the couch with a good book.
My eyes are drawn to the tray of cookies displayed on the coffee table, showcasing an array of flavors like chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, and what appears to be snickerdoodles. My hand automatically reaches for a perfectly golden chocolate chip cookie, its edges slightly crisp but with a soft center that melts in your mouth. Just as I’m about to take a bite, my gaze lands onhim—Sinclair McFolley.
He’s leaning casually against the doorway with a mug of steaming coffee in his hand, watching me with an amused yet unreadable expression on his face. My heart skips a beat and I feel a rush of heat flood my cheeks.
“Good choice,” he remarks, nodding toward the cookie in my hand with a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
I can’t help but take a moment to really look at him. This is the first time I’ve seen him without hisguard up. Sinclair is undeniably attractive, with an intense and smoldering look that seems to simmer just beneath the surface. His dark hair is effortlessly styled, as if he’s just run his fingers through it, and his chiseled jawline could probably cut glass. Underneath his tight black t-shirt, I can see defined muscles and an impressive set of abs. I swallow hard, trying to push away the fluttery feeling in my stomach as I meet his piercing gaze.
But it’s his eyes that truly capture my attention. A deep, mesmerizing blue, they seem to have a life of their own—seeing through the façade and walls I have carefully constructed. I can feel myself getting lost in them for just a moment, before snapping back to reality with a mental scolding.
“My apologies, I didn’t mean to stare,” I say, trying to regain composure. But his presence is unsettling in a way I can’t quite define. His tall form fills the room, emanating an aura of confidence and mystery.
“I guess I needed a little sweetness after everything,” I confess, my voice betraying me as it softens. Taking a bite of the cookie, the warmth of gooey chocolate and buttery goodness spreads in my mouth, eliciting a small moan of pleasure.
Sinclair’s response is equally breathy, his voice low and rough around the edges. “Sometimes, a little indulgence is exactly what you need to get through the tough times.”
I nod in agreement, unable to trust myself to speak further. There’s something about his words—a hint of understanding and shared experience—thatmakes me wonder if there’s more to this man than meets the eye. But I quickly banish those thoughts from my mind; men are off-limits for now, especially after my recent breakup.
As if sensing my inner turmoil, Sinclair speaks up again, his tone hinting at a deeper meaning behind his words. “I know what it’s like to need a little escape from reality.” My curiosity piqued, as I take another bite of my cookie, raising an eyebrow at Sinclair. “I thought you were going to stay in the lake house,” I say, observing him with a curious gaze.
A sheepish smile forms on his lips as he admits, “Well, we moved the mattress into the house so I could sleep there tonight. But we didn’t have time to clean it because something—or someone—unexpected happened.” He shakes his head, a wry smile playing on his lips.
The thought of Sinclair sleeping in a strange new place even if it was my childhood home brings a sense of comfort to my mind, but I quickly push it away. I can’t afford to let my guard down, not with such a complicated and intriguing man as Sinclair.
“Why not stay with your brother then?” I inquire, my eyes never leaving his face.
Sinclair’s gaze narrows and he presses his lips together before responding. “Honestly, I think he’s dating someone and didn’t want me there to notice.” He takes a sip of his coffee before continuing, “And before you ask why I didn’t ask my sisters, it’s pretty simple. McKay is in the honeymoon stage and I don’t want to know anything about her sex life—or accidentally catch a live show. And Lou’s children are alittle too inquisitive for my taste. I can only take so many hours of their questions.”
