Unforgettable Summer: Wild Crush, Book 1 by Sami Lee

doing it in the first place. What had he been thinking? As a method of finding out if she was still married, it was fairly efficient, but if he’d asked her point blank she probably would have told him the truth. Not that it was any of his business anyway.
    Frowning at his circular thoughts, Ty walked into Frisky Fruit, the organic grocers that had been located in the center of town for as long as Ty could remember. He greeted the fiftyish woman behind the counter by name. Mr. and Mrs. McIntosh had owned the shop since Ty was a kid. From the storeroom out back, Mr. McIntosh called out for Ty to kick butt in Bells Beach—the location of Ty’s next competition which was due to take place in a couple of weeks. Ty promised he would do just that, then picked up a basket and headed down the first aisle.
    There she was, carrying her own basket and looking like a deer that had been caught in the headlights. The very woman Ty had skipped coffee to avoid.
    “Ty,” Summer said, appearing none too happy to see him.
    “Sum.” Ty used the shortened version of her name on purpose and got a perverse kick out of the way she bristled when he did. Man, he really hadn’t grown up a lot. Teasing Summer was as much fun as it had been when they were teenagers. Warming to the experience, Ty drawled, “You following me?”
    “What?” she sputtered. “I was here first!”
    Ty smiled. “You always were an easy mark.”
    Color shaded her cheeks before she turned away on the pretense of studying the nectarines. “And you always were kind of a jerk.”
    “Ouch.” Ty feigned offense. “Once upon a time, I thought you liked me anyway.”
    “That was before you”—she cast her gaze around before lowering her voice—“kissed me at my place of business.”
    “Was it really that bad? Not my best work I’ll admit, but not the worst either.”
    “Then I feel very sorry for the girl who was subjected to your worst effort.”
    “Geez, Sum. Your tongue’s gotten sharp.” Ty wished he hadn’t mentioned her tongue as the remembered sensation of it stroking against his yesterday sent a warm rush through his body. Aggravated by the ongoing physical frustration he’d been carrying with him today, he snapped, “Does divorce disagree with you that much?”
    Ty wished he could pull the words back when Summer paled. Tearing her gaze from his, she turned on her heel and walked farther down the aisle, away from him. Kicking himself, Ty selected a couple of nectarines before following.
    Reaching around her shoulder, Ty slipped the two pieces of fruit into Summer’s shopping basket. When she turned to look at him askance, he said, “You looked like you wanted them. Consider them a peace offering. I was out of line.”
    “A couple of nectarines ought to make up for it.”
    Ty reached into a display of granny smith apples and picked a big shiny one off the top. “How about one of these too? I can keep going, make an ‘I’m sorry’ fruit salad.”
    Her lips pursed in a way that made Ty wonder if she was trying not to smile. The sparkle in her dark eyes confirmed it as she plucked the apple out of his hand and put it into her basket. “Add some whipped cream and you might have something.”
    “Deal. Do they sell that here?”
    This time Summer couldn’t hide the way her lips curved. “No.”
    “Damn. Guess I’ll have to owe you.”
    The notion of being indebted to Summer for whipped cream made Ty imagine a few places on her body he wouldn’t mind putting it. Vivid mental pictures that Ty tried to force out of his head as he walked beside her, putting the items on his mother’s list into his basket while Summer inspected the fruit, concentrating on every tiny brown spot in a way that bordered on finicky.
    Wanting Summer Campbell while the distances between them yawned as wide as canyons. There was that déjà vu again.
    “So what happened?”
    Once again Summer faced him. “With what?”
    “Your marriage.” She stiffened and Ty