knew he was not considered classically handsome. Cameron was a battle-scarred army veteran who had caught more than his share of bad burns while fighting fires, first during his enlistment and then as a civilian.
The buddies he’d summoned to help out at Manna, on the other hand, had the good looks that seemed to attract women.
In between cooking and serving, he had managed to keep an eye on the pretty blonde who had captivated him from the moment she collapsed in his arms. And the one thing he noticed as Manna at Common Ground’s guests arrived—and as his friends ogled her!—was that Summer seemed completely oblivious to his friends’ efforts to catch her eye.
A stab of jealousy arced through Cam until he realized that Summer gave his buddy Rob the same gracious and polite treatment that she gave everyone.
Was he just imagining a warmth that seemed to come into her eyes when he himself spoke with her?
He didn’t know, but he was grateful and happy that she had agreed to go out with him.
“Chief?”
Cameron started, then focused in on the room. He was in a special meeting of the Cedar Springs City Council and the department heads. While not a regularly scheduled meeting, this one was open to the public because they were discussing town business. A handful of residents sat in the audience.
A few people exchanged amused glances.
“I’m sorry,” Cameron said. “What was your question?”
“We wanted to make sure you can meet with the architect when he comes in,” Mayor Bernadette Howell said. “We haven’t even seen the plans for the development project, let alone voted on anything, and there’s already been an uproar in some parts of the city. I keep getting an earful about destroying historic sites and overburdening emergency services, especially the fire department.”
Cameron nodded, making a note on his smartphone. “What’s that date?”
“Gloria will set you up with an appointment,” the mayor said.
Cameron nodded toward the town clerk who doubled as administrative assistant to both the mayor and deputy mayor.
Mayor Howell then asked the city manager for an update on the title search for the two properties under consideration for a new mixed-use residential and retail development.
“The surveyors will be starting some preliminary work in the next few weeks. There’s some ambiguity with a few of the parcels that are either adjacent to or possibly that overlap with the Darling land.”
The mayor sighed.
As the late meeting went on around him, Cameron’s thoughts had been on Summer Spencer more than the new development proposed for Cedar Springs.
Darling land? Wasn’t Summer Spencer’s sister’s last name Darling?
“John, what do you mean overlap?” Cameron asked.
“That’s my question, as well,” the mayor said.
“Apparently, there were some, er, shall we say gentlemen’s agreements regarding property lines many, many decades ago,” the city manager said.
“Great,” Mayor Howell muttered. “Just great.”
“I foresee trouble,” a voice rumbled from the end of the table.
“Well, let’s not buy trouble before we have to,” the mayor snapped. “Everything is preliminary right now. All we’re doing is assessing potential sites,” she said.
“I, for one, would rather not get into a protracted land dispute with Lovie Darling.”
Everyone turned toward Joe Marchand, who had been on the City Council longer than its youngest members had been alive. Joe kept getting re-elected despite his protestations that there were others who should take over the seat. Since he rarely had anything to say at the council meetings, when he did speak, people tended to pay attention.
Cameron leaned toward the police chief, who always sat next to him in council meetings. “Who is Lovie Darling?”
“Old money,” the police chief whispered back. “Her husband’s family basically founded the town that became Cedar Springs.”
Cameron sat back frowning.
He’d been excited about the prospect of taking out Summer Spencer. Now that he suspected she was one of the wealthy Darlings, he wondered how he could beg off from the date.
The last thing he wanted was the high-maintenance drama that went along with a wealthy woman. He’d been down that road once before and it had led straight to misery—and divorce. He didn’t plan to head down that path ever again.
* * *
When Summer opened her front door, Autumn was not alone. She had somehow managed to round up both Spring and Winter.
Summer groaned. “I knew I should have kept my mouth shut.”
“Too late,” Autumn said, barging in with a take-out drinks tray.
“Starbucks?”
“What else? She mainlines the stuff,” Winter said, following with a small cloth satchel.
Summer nodded toward it. “And what is your contribution to this little intervention?”
“It is not an intervention,” Spring said. “It’s a little sisterly chat. We haven’t had one of those in a while.”
“And since I am apparently the only person on the planet who doesn’t know about this man you’re seeing,” Winter said, “I expect to be fully filled in and compensated for the misdemeanor of leaving me out of the loop.”
Summer groaned as she shut the front door behind her sisters, who all headed to the room their mother had dubbed The Salon.
Overstuffed chintz chairs, lamps with frilly-edged shades and plenty of pillows in coordinating solids and clashing floral prints made it a room ideally suited for chitchats and tea among girlfriends or for snuggling in with a cozy mystery novel on a rainy day.
Summer noted, not for the first time, that her style and those of her sisters varied widely. If they didn’t actually resemble each other, no one would imagine they were related.
Spring, in crisp khaki slacks, penny loafers and a white button-down shirt, had clearly come straight from the free clinic. All that was missing was her white doctor’s jacket and a stethoscope.
Autumn sported black yoga pants, a T-shirt in bright fuchsia and black flats. And, as always, Autumn’s thick blond hair was pulled into a ponytail, with a baseball cap to top it off.
Winter was the surprise today. She had on a tiny floral print sundress that hugged her curves and suspiciously looked like it had come straight from Summer’s closet.
“I am not seeing him,” Summer declared. “ I just agreed to go on a date with him Friday night. And, excuse me, but is that my dress?”
“Uh-huh,”
