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  Weekend Fling

  The Jetty Beach Series Book 5

  Claire Kingsley

  Copyright © 2017 Claire Kingsley

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  This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places, or incidents are products of the author’s imagination and used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual people, places, or events is purely coincidental or fictionalized.

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  Previously published as Could Be Forever: A Back to Jetty Beach Romance

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  Contents

  About This Book

  1. Juliet

  2. Juliet

  3. Finn

  4. Juliet

  5. Juliet

  6. Finn

  7. Juliet

  8. Finn

  9. Juliet

  10. Juliet

  11. Finn

  12. Juliet

  13. Finn

  14. Juliet

  15. Finn

  16. Juliet

  17. Juliet

  18. Finn

  19. Juliet

  20. Juliet

  21. Finn

  22. Juliet

  23. Juliet

  24. Finn

  25. Juliet

  26. Finn

  27. Juliet

  28. Juliet

  Epilogue

  Good Girl Next Door: Chapter 1

  Afterword

  Also by Claire Kingsley

  About the Author

  About This Book

  Weekend Fling was previously published as Could Be Forever: A Back to Jetty Beach Romance.

  It’s just a fling. Or is it?

  Juliet Blake shows up at my bar, dejected after her surprise girls’ weekend goes bad. So I do the usual—mix her a drink and listen to her troubles. I’m a spontaneous guy, so I offer to help—spend the rest of the weekend with her so she’s not alone on her birthday.

  I don’t expect her to end up in my bed, but when she does, it’s mind-blowing. And after a smoking hot weekend together, I realize I could use a little more Juliet in my life.

  See her again? Sure. But it’s still just a fling. I have my reasons. My heart can’t take more.

  Sexy bartender Finn O’Conner thinks he has the solution to my troubles. Birthday weekend gone bad? Nothing a nice drink and some hot eye candy can’t solve. And Finn is all kinds of hot.

  Spending the weekend with him is impulsive—so unlike me. But throwing off my planner tendencies feels amazing—as does Finn.

  I’m not supposed to fall for him. He doesn’t believe in forever. But as our weekend fling turns into a whirlwind romance, my heart will never be the same.

  1

  Juliet

  I fall backward onto the bed with an exaggerated sigh. “You guys have to tell me what’s going on. This is the worst.”

  Number of times I’ve begged my girlfriends to tell me what we’re doing: eleven.

  Becca throws a cardigan on top of my face. “Hush, you. We’ll tell you when we’re good and ready.”

  I groan and throw it back at her. She bats it down to the floor, and tucks her blond hair behind her ear before she goes back to packing my bag.

  Number of times they’ve listened: zero.

  “Calm your tits, Juliet,” Madison says. Her curly brown hair is a little wild around her face, and she’s wearing a t-shirt that says the sass is strong with this one. “We’ll get you all packed, and then maybe we’ll tell you where we’re going.”

  It’s like they don’t know me at all. They show up at my house at seven on a Thursday morning, ambushing me before work. Then they tell me the three of us are going out of town for a long weekend, but they won’t tell me where. They won’t tell me anything.

  Surprises are really not my thing. And they’re doing this to me after I explicitly told them I want to let this weekend go by with absolutely no fanfare whatsoever. Nothing. Nada. I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to talk about it. And I really don’t want to fucking celebrate it.

  But my friends Becca and Madison? Oh no, they couldn’t let it go. They couldn’t let a girl have a birthday in peace.

  So here I am, lying on my bed while my girlfriends go through my closet, packing a bag for me. I’m itching—absolutely itching out of my skin—over this. I’m going to have to go through my bag before we leave, because I cannot go away for the weekend with a bag someone else packed. Are they kidding me with this scene? I keep packing lists handy, and they won’t even look at them. As if they’re going to know what I’ll need to bring for a weekend away.

  “This is the stupidest thing you two have ever done,” I say.

  “And you’re being a whiny bitch,” Madison says with a laugh. “We’re trying to do something fun and nice for you, and all you’re doing is complaining.”

  “Something nice?” I ask. “Something nice would be bringing me a bottle of vodka and leaving me alone with it so I can drown my old-lady sorrows.”

  Becca laughs. “Stop being such a drama queen. You’re not old.”

  “I’m almost old,” I say. “I will be on Saturday.”

  “If twenty-eight is old, then people are old for most of their lives,” Madison says. “Birthdays are fun, and we aren’t letting you get away with not celebrating.”

  “Fine, we can celebrate,” I say. “But tell me what we’re doing. You guys know how much I hate this.”

  “No, we are not telling you.” Becca folds a skirt and puts it in my bag. “You need to loosen up. Like, a lot. We’re going to show you that being spontaneous can be fun. Even if you think it’s going to kill you. Which it won’t.”

  I groan again. “Okay, don’t tell me where we’re going. But let me pack.”

  “You don’t know what we’re doing, so you don’t know what to pack,” Madison says. “Honestly, Jules, we’ve got this. Go downstairs and have some coffee. We’ll finish up here and then we can head out.”

  “Ugh.” I haul myself up off the bed. “Fine.”

  “Your latte is on the counter,” Becca says. “Sixteen-ounce, two percent, one raw sugar, extra foam.”

  “Okay, maybe you do love me,” I say, and head down the stairs.

  Becca and Madison really are the best. I love them dearly, even when they piss me off. I just don’t know why they’re always insisting I go against my nature. I like to have things planned in advance. What’s so bad about that? I’m organized and on top of things. I’m punctual and reliable. Those are good traits in a person. Yet they always insist I need to throw caution to the wind. Take risks. I take plenty of risks. Just last week I went to a restaurant I’d never been to, and I didn’t have time to read the entire menu before I ordered. I just picked one of the first things I saw that looked good. Do they appreciate what it took for me to do that? Oh, no. Of course not. They call me an overthinking control freak.

  I grab the coffee they brought and sit on the couch. It’s my overthinking control-freak nature that’s gotten me this far in life, so I don’t see the problem. I own my own business, I bought this lovely townhouse last year, and I make enough money to indulge in cute clothes and pretty shoes when I want to. My life is just fine, thank you very much. I don’t need them whisking me away for secret girls’ weekends for my birthday—with no information whatsoever.

  “Jules,” Madison yells down the stairs. “Wher
e’s your makeup bag?”

  “Oh my god, at least let me pack my own bathroom shit,” I yell at her.

  “Just tell me where the bag is,” she says. “It’s not that hard.”

  “They’re all in the second drawer, and everything is color-coded, so don’t get it all mixed up!”

  Madison doesn’t answer. Yep, I’m going to have to repack, and they’re going to whine at me for how long it’s taking.

  A few minutes later, Becca hauls my suitcase down the stairs.

  I jump up from the couch. “Drop that right there. I need to go through it.”

  “Nope,” she says with a big smile. “We’re leaving. Right now.”

  “Just let me make sure nothing will get wrinkled,” I say.

  Madison appears behind me and grabs my shoulders, pointing me toward the front door. “Come on, Jules. Let’s go.”

  Becca opens the door and carries my suitcase outside while Madison pushes me out. She grabs my purse on the way and hands it to me.

  “Keys,” Madison says. “Hand them over.”

  “What? Why?”

  “Because I won’t have you bolting back inside, or making a run for your car,” she says. “I’ll lock up.”

  I scowl at her and dig in my purse, finding my keys. I drop them into her outstretched palm with a clink.

  “Thank you,” she says.

  I watch to make sure the door actually locks, then follow them to Madison’s car.

  Becca’s putting my suitcase in the trunk, and I see there are two more suitcases already in there. I guess they’re serious about going out of town.

  “Birthday girl rides shotgun,” Becca says and gets in the back.

  “That’s something, at least.” I get in the passenger’s seat and Madison goes around to the driver’s side.

  “Okay, girls,” Madison says, starting up the engine. “Are you ready for an awesome fucking weekend?”

  “Yes!” Becca says.

  I raise my eyebrows. “Yay?”

  Madison digs around in the center console. Her mess doesn’t bother me because it isn’t my mess, but I have no idea how she functions in this car. There’s shit everywhere. Finally, she pulls out a plastic silver tiara with pink rhinestones.

  “For the birthday princess,” she says.

  I laugh and put it on, then look in the mirror and smooth down my light brown hair. “Very sexy. Now will you tell me where we’re going?”

  “No.”

  I shake my head, but I smile. I can’t stay mad at them. And the truth is, as uncomfortable as this spontaneous stuff makes me, I know we’ll have a great time together. We always do.

  Madison pulls out onto the street and heads for the freeway. Our direction will be my first clue, so I’m anxious to see which route she takes.

  She pulls up to a stop sign and glances at me. “Do you want me to avoid going by his building?”

  “No, I told you, I’m fine.” By his, she means Jacob’s place. My ex. Recent ex.

  “Are you sure?” she asks. “I can avoid it.”

  “I’m sure. It honestly doesn’t bother me.” I’m not really telling the truth, and I can tell Madison knows it. But I don’t want it to bother me, so I’m trying the fake it till you make it thing.

  People saw me and Jacob as the perfect match. He’s a lot like me, so it seemed like we’d be great together. He’s organized, punctual, and driven. We both appreciate proper planning. Neither of us likes to make snap decisions, especially about things that are important. Our relationship had a level of structure that was comforting. I knew what I was getting with Jacob. There weren’t any surprises.

  Of course, no surprises got a little boring. He insisted on doing things the same way, every time. I like my routine, but Jacob was incapable of doing anything outside the norm. My friends say I’m set in my ways, but Jacob was a stone fucking statue who would not budge.

  And life in the bedroom? My friends would never believe me, but I actually like spontaneity when it comes to sex. I like to mix it up and try new things. Jacob? Not so much. It was the same thing, every time. It wasn’t awful, but there wasn’t much to it, either.

  We’d been dating for two years, and I kind of figured he was the one. He wasn’t perfect, but hell, who is? We were comfortable together. And isn’t that enough for a marriage? Comfort?

  When he told me he thought we should break up, I was floored. It felt like it came out of nowhere, but looking back, I should have known. And as hurt as I was, it didn’t take me long to realize it was probably for the best.

  But now? I’m about to turn twenty-eight, and I’m starting over. This is not where I planned to be at this age, and I think that, even more than losing Jacob, is what really pisses me off.

  “Has it really only been a month since you guys broke up?” Becca asks.

  “Yeah.”

  “Wow, it feels like it’s been longer,” she says. “You seem like you’re so fine. A month after my last relationship ended, I was still in the ‘eating ice cream for dinner’ phase.”

  “I remember,” I say. “It’s hard, but I’m just trying to move on, you know?”

  “Hey, maybe we’ll meet some hot men this weekend,” Madison says.

  “Um, neither of you are meeting hot men,” I say. “Last time I checked, I’m the only one of us who is pathetically single.”

  Madison stretches out her left hand and admires her engagement ring. “True, I am off the market, aren’t I? But Becca, Brandon better put a ring on it soon, or you need to seriously consider your options.”

  “Stop,” Becca says with a laugh. “You get engaged, and suddenly everyone needs a ring?”

  “Oh, come on,” Madison says. “You’ve been with Brandon for three fucking years. That guy needs to commit.”

  “He will when he’s ready,” Becca says. “I’m not rushing him.”

  “Whatever,” Madison says. “Fine, I’m not looking for hot men, but if I find one for Juliet, I’m hooking a girl up.”

  I laugh. “That’s fair. I am the birthday girl.”

  “That’s the spirit,” Madison says. She eyes me from the side. “You know what? That’s what I want to get you for your birthday.”

  “What?” I ask.

  “Laid.”

  I burst out laughing and have to readjust my tiara. “I seriously doubt you’re getting me laid for my birthday.”

  “Why not?” she asks. “That would be the ultimate birthday present. If I can pull that off, I’m an uber-badass.”

  “If you get me laid this weekend, I’ll buy you a medal that says Best Fucking Friend in the Universe,” I say.

  Becca laughs. “Right, like Juliet would sleep with a guy she just met.”

  “Oh, now the fact that I like to date men for a while before I let them get me naked is a bad thing?”

  “No, I’m just saying sleeping with someone you just met would be way too spontaneous for you,” Becca says.

  “It would not.”

  Madison snorts. “Have you ever done it?”

  “Have you?”

  Madison glances at me with an eyebrow raised.

  “Okay, I know you have,” I say. “Becca?”

  “All right, no,” she says. “But neither have you.”

  “You’re right, I’ve never done it,” I say. “And no, I don’t know if I ever would. You’re probably right, that’s way outside my comfort zone. But this magical hottie we’re going to meet this weekend might make me change my mind.”

  Madison laughs. “If only. But we do have an awesome weekend planned, okay? We really wanted to surprise you and do something fun. You’ve been too pouty about your birthday this year, and I know the whole Jacob thing has been hard. This is going to be great.”

  I take a deep breath. “Okay, I’m sorry I was being a snot about it. I’ll loosen up and we’ll have so much fun.”

  “There you go,” Madison says. Becca reaches forward and squeezes my shoulder.

  “Now will you tell me where we�
�re going?” I ask, noticing we’re getting on the freeway heading south.

  “No,” they both say in unison.

  I sigh and settle back into my seat, wondering what they have in store for me.

  2

  Juliet

  A couple hours later, we pull into a little town on the coast: Jetty Beach. I’ve been out here before, but not since I was a kid.

  “We’re going to the beach?” I can’t help it if I’m a little skeptical. A haze of gray rainclouds hangs in the sky. It’s not really beach weather.

  “Yes, but don’t sound so disappointed,” Madison says. “We have something special planned.”

  “So you’re saying there is a plan?” I ask.

  “There’s a plan,” Madison says. “Here’s what I’ll tell you for now. We rented a cute little vacation house. It’s walking distance from downtown, and right on the beach. We don’t have time to go there yet, though. We have an appointment, and it’s kind of the main reason we came out here.”

  “Appointment?” I ask. “For what?”

  “You’ll see.”

  We turn up the highway, following the coastline. After about twenty minutes, we reach a long, gravel driveway. At the end, situated on a bluff overlooking the beach, is what appears to be an old church.

  “What’s this?” I ask.

  Madison and Becca exchange a look.

  “This is a photography studio,” Madison says.