Summer Temptation (Hot in the Hamptons Book 2) by Wendy S. Marcus Page A

mind, none of them good. “And where is she?”
    “Home,” Storme said.
    “Storme,” Kelsey cautioned.
    Since it seemed I’d have more luck with Storme than Kelsey, I focused on her. “Why did she go home?”
    Storme glanced at Kelsey. “Her grandfather passed away.”
    Shit. “When?”
    “She must have gotten the call late last night.” Storme wiped at the corner of her eye. “She went to bed around nine. When we woke up, she was gone.”
    “But that doesn’t explain why I haven’t heard from her for the last two days,” I said.
    Storme wouldn’t look at me.
    Kelsey looked me straight in the eye but said nothing.
    “Please,” was all I could think to say. Then I stood there, waiting, hoping one of them would take pity on me and tell me what was going on.
    It didn’t take Storme long. “She’s—”
    “Don’t,” Kelsey cut her off. “If Leigh wanted him to know, she would have told him.”
    I wanted to ask ‘Know what?’ but decided to keep quiet to see what would happen next.
    Slamming her hands on her hips, Storme stood up to Kelsey. “I know Leigh said she needed time and she didn’t want either of us to go after her, but she didn’t say anything about Nick.”
    “Because he’s not supposed to know,” Kelsey argued.
    “She’s got too much going on,” Storme argued back. “All this stress can’t be good for the baby.”
    Kelsey’s eyes went wide.
    Storme sucked in a breath.
    The news didn’t come as a surprise. As much as I’d hoped she wasn’t, I’d seen the signs. “She took a test?” I asked, my heart starting to race on Leigh’s behalf, thinking about what she must be going through right now.
    Kelsey nodded. “I woke up to her vomiting in the bathroom early Monday morning.”
    Two days ago.
    “We knew something was going on, even before that,” Storme said. “She was quieter than usual, always daydreaming.”
    “She wasn’t drinking like she usually does.”
    “Not that she’s a big drinker,” Storme said. “But she does love my family’s wine.”
    “She refused potato chips,” Kelsey added.
    “Told me she was worried about fitting into her dress for the wedding,” Storme said. “And she’d started eating yogurt and drinking milk.”
    “I ran out to the pharmacy and bought a test,” Kelsey said. “We stood outside the bathroom door until she took it.”
    “Then we all cried when it turned out to be positive.” Storme wiped at her eye again. “I’ve never seen her so unhappy. Now, on top of that, she has to say goodbye to her grandpa, who helped raise her. And you know she’ll be worrying about her dad’s heart and how she’s going to tell him.”
    I’d heard enough. “What’s her dad’s address?” I took out my phone, ready to plug it into my GPS.
    Neither one answered. “I agree with Storme,” I told them. “Leigh’s got too much going on to deal with it all on her own. She needs someone to lean on. Let me be the one to go after her.” I stared directly at Storme. “Please.” When she just stood there looking at me, trying to decide, I added, “I love her.” I hadn’t planned for it to happen, but it had.

    Four hours later, the GPS guided me into an upscale neighborhood in Harrison, New York, one of the wealthiest suburbs in Westchester County. I passed by several large homes with perfectly manicured lawns and gardens before I found number twelve on my right and pulled into a long paved driveway.
    The two-story red brick house, with interesting architecture and lots of windows, could easily have graced the cover of a magazine, yet it didn’t scream, ‘A billionaire lives here.’ I drove up to the four car garage and parked beside Leigh’s Subaru.
    A minute later I rang the bell, my heart pounding, not sure who would answer the door or what type of reception I’d receive. The only thing I was sure of was that I had to come, had to at least try to console her.
    Leigh answered the door, wearing a simple black dress and simple