The Summer You Found Me (The Summer, #3)

by Elizabeth O'Roark

“I’m going to say this once and then we are never going to discuss it again. The first time I saw you, I thought you were the most perfect thing I’d ever seen, and I still think it. I wouldn’t change a single thing about you. Now shut the fuck up and watch the show.”

There was a minute there, before we’d ever even spoken, when I wished I’d met him first.

When my mother was dying, she told me that I’d know the right girl when I met her, but I knew with Kate before we’d ever even met. My bike hadn’t even come to a full stop outside the club when I’d noticed her: long red hair whipping in the wind, an angel’s face, don’t-fuck-with-me eyes. I knew. I fucking knew it was her...until Caleb walked up. That’s when I realized this was the girl he’d been talking about for the past two months. I’ve spent years trying to forget how I felt that night, trying to separate myself from her, but it’s never worked.

“Do you always moan like that over a piece of meat?” I laugh. “Good meat, sure.”

Whoever he winds up with is the luckiest female in the fucking world. Men like him come by once in a lifetime.

Kate and I are the same on the inside—nothing but jagged pieces held together by raw hope. I felt it in my bones the moment I laid eyes on her, and of all the things I wish I hadn’t felt for Kate Bennett, that’s probably the hardest to disregard. Because how many times in your life will you ever meet someone who was made for you? And how do you possibly walk away if you find her?