Stolen Summer by J.L. Weil EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Status: Available for Free Download
- Authors: J.L. Weil EPUB
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
- Format: PDF / EPUB
- Size: 2.5 MB
- Price: Free
PRESENT DAY
“Arie! Table four needs a refill!” Miranda bellowed into
the diner’s kitchen.
I’d been waitressing at Oaks Diner since I was fifteen.
My first of many jobs, but it was the one that continued to
stick. Mostly because the owners, Ann and Forest, thought
of me as their granddaughter. They’d been there through
the most difficult time in my life. Without them, I didn’t
know how I would have gotten by.
advertisement ( ads )
--- --- --- --- ---
After the accident, they’d organized a fundraiser to help
pay for medical bills and equipment needed to make our
house wheelchair accessible. The outpouring of kindness
and donations from local shops and businesses floored me.
It was the only time the community had shown me any
kindness.
But their generosity only lasted so long. The funds ran
out nearly as quickly as they’d been received.
I’d never forget Ann and Forest’s generosity, so I
continued to slave at the diner barely making minimum
wage.
It wasn’t a horrible place to work. Not like some of the
other shops, restaurants, and businesses in this small
coastal town. If there was one thing the locals of Fallen
Oaks knew, it was how to take care of their own. It was the
places owned by the rich summer residents you had to
watch out for.
Grabbing two hot plates from the cook, I set them on the
round server tray and whirled toward the double-action
doors leading into the dining area. “Thanks, Mir,” I said
with a tired smile as we passed each other.
Miranda Moore was one of four waitresses at the diner,
me included. A single mom to the cutest four-year-old little
boy who often came to work with her, coloring in the
corner booth, Mir had been here only two years. If I ever
had kids, I wanted them to be as well-behaved as Ethan.
Using my hip to push the door open, I entered the dining
area, trading the heat of the kitchen for lively chatter. I
delivered a burger with fries and a meatloaf sandwich to
table six before grabbing the empty cups to refill at table
four.
I rubbed the back of my hand over my damp forehead as
I dumped out the old ice and scooped in fresh, sneaking a
cube for myself to rub over my flushed neck. The diner had
no air-conditioning, and we were having an unusually hot
June day. Despite being located on the harbor, close to the
ocean, the breeze through the screens could only do so
much to combat the heat.
I’d been on my feet since five this morning, and my soles
were protesting. Wiggling my toes in my frayed white
sneakers, I filled the drinks. My shoes were one lace away
from unraveling at the seams, as was most of what I owned.
Next week, I’ll look for a pair on sale.
It didn’t matter that I’d been making the same promise
to myself for weeks. Somehow reciting it again and again
gave me false hope.
For More Read Download This Book
EPUB
advertisement ( ads )
-------------