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  Catching Summer is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  A Loveswept Ebook Original

  Copyright © 2016 by L. P. Dover

  Excerpt from Defending Hayden by L. P. Dover copyright © 2016 by L. P. Dover

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  This book contains an excerpt from the forthcoming book Defending Hayden by L. P. Dover. This excerpt has been set for this edition only and may not reflect the final content of the forthcoming edition.

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  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Epigraph

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  By L. P. Dover

  About the Author

  The Editor’s Corner

  Excerpt from Defending Hayden

  How do you get someone to love you when they don’t believe in it anymore? How do you get them to see that maybe the bad shit that happened in the past is what led them straight to you? I knew what happened to Summer and I’d always kept my distance, knowing she wouldn’t want anything to do with me, or any man, for that matter. She kept a smile on her face, but I could tell she was broken and dead inside. Summer Jacobs had saved me in more ways than one, and now it was my turn to save her.

  And this time, I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

  —Evan Townsend

  Prologue

  Summer

  Memories. I hated them. All I wanted was to forget the past and move on, but I couldn’t. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see it all as if it had happened yesterday. Sleep was not my friend. The second I’d drift off, I’d be taken back to that nightmare. I wanted to rip out my heart and throw it away so I wouldn’t have to feel the pain anymore. Or feel anything, for that matter. It was too much. I honestly didn’t know if I was going to live through it.

  How could I when my whole life had been taken from me? To this day, even when I was awake, Austin’s shouts demanding that I be let go still echoed in my ears. All he wanted was to be recognized, to show the world how good a fighter he could be. Instead, he was lured into a deadly game, promised a life of riches and fame. I could still feel my captors’ fingers digging into my arms as they held me tight, whispering in my ears what they were going to do to me and to my husband. I was blindfolded at the time, but I could hear every goddamned thing that was going on. It was the exact moment I lost all faith in humanity.

  I wanted to be strong, to believe that we would get out of it alive, but it was no use. Austin didn’t have a chance, and neither did I. All he had wanted was to be the best fighter in the UFC and to make something of himself, to finally earn the money to open up the restaurant he and his brother had been dying to start ever since they were young. Instead, our dreams scattered to the wind that day, gone for all eternity. I don’t know how many men were in the ring with him, but it had to have been at least three by the sounds of it. Fists hitting flesh, grunts of pain, and bones breaking were the noises of my nightmares. They were nightmares I could never escape from. The endless torture never ceased.

  “Summer? Are you okay?”

  My sister’s voice broke through the memories, but it wasn’t enough to snap me out of it. Lara had tried desperately to help me, to talk to me in hopes it would ease my pain. She was my twin sister, and with a bond like that she was sure she’d have the healing touch to help me forget. But her soothing words were no match for the evil tainting my soul. Nothing helped, not even when I sold our house in Georgia to move back to North Carolina. Our parents lived in Virginia and had tried to get me to move in with them, but I couldn’t escape from my demons no matter how far I moved away.

  I could still hear Austin choking on his own blood, begging them to let me go. The men taunted him about how they were going to have fun with me when he was dead. I’d tried to hold in my screams because I knew it would only torment him more to know that I was scared. My arms were covered in bruises for weeks after the attack. The trauma made me forget, and for a while my memories had escaped me, but they came back with a vengeance. While in the hospital, I had no clue who I was or what had happened. It was like I didn’t exist. Sometimes I wanted to go back to that, to be in a state of ignorant bliss where the memories couldn’t haunt me. It wasn’t until Mason Bradley, a friend of mine and Austin’s who also happened to be an undercover cop, showed up and sparked my memory that it all came back to me. Mason found Austin’s murderers and brought them to justice, almost losing his own life in the process. I would always be grateful for what he did for me, but nothing was going to bring Austin back.

  Lying broken and beaten in the hospital bed, I’d wanted my life to end so that I could be with Austin again, to see his smiling face and feel his arms around me. We didn’t have any kids, so it wasn’t like I had anything at home waiting for me other than my sister. With his last dying breath before the final blow took him away from me, Austin had shouted that he loved me.

  “Summer, come back to me,” Lara cried, shaking my shoulders.

  Gasping for air, I looked down at my hands, which were bloody. Tears streamed down my cheeks and my hands shook as I lifted them. “What happened?”

  Lara frowned. “You had another episode. As soon as I heard the glass break, I came up here.”

  Tears blurred my vision, and I could feel the shards of glass stuck into the palms of my hands, but there was no pain. It was all in my chest. “What did I break?”

  Swallowing hard, she glanced toward the corner where my wedding picture with Austin lay mangled, the glass shattered and the frame broken. “Oh my God, what did I do?” Sobbing, I crawled over the broken glass and held the picture to my chest. Lara sat with me and pulled me into her arms.

  “Shh, it’s okay. We’ll get you a new one.”

  “It won’t be the same,” I cried. “Nothing will ever be the same.”

  She rubbed her hands soothingly down my back. “I know they won’t, but you have to get through this. It’s been six months and you’re worse now than you’ve ever been. I don’t think talking to me is helping. You’re barely eating or sleeping.”

  I pulled away from her. “So what are you saying? That I need psychiatric help?”

  Her voice softened and she regarded me with th
ose sad blue eyes of hers. It was the first time I’d really looked at her in months. We looked exactly alike with golden blond hair, heart-shaped faces, and blue eyes, but she was never one to be sad. My pain was rubbing off on her, and I could see the effects of it in her face. It only made me feel worse. Selfish.

  Her eyes misted over, but she held back her tears—always the strong one. “All I’m saying is that you might want to consider talking to a therapist. I can’t stand seeing you like this. Austin wouldn’t want it. He would want you to live your life and find happiness again.”

  “He was my life, Lara.”

  “You’re right, he was. Now you need to live a new one. He’s always going to be a part of you. What you need to focus on now are the good times you shared and not the bad.”

  I looked down at my wedding picture, at the man I thought I’d be with for the rest of my life. Shaking my head, I traced his smile with my finger. I’d give anything to be able to see him again. I missed his touch and the way he’d held me protectively in his arms. He’d always known what to say to make me feel better if I was having a bad day. How could I find that kind of happiness again?

  “I don’t know if I can do that,” I whispered.

  Lara lifted my chin and smiled. “That’s what you have me for. You can do this, Summer. I have faith in you. Now let’s get your hands cleaned up.”

  She helped me to my feet, and I finally got a glimpse of my room. Other than the photo, there was no trace of Austin anywhere, not since I’d moved out of our home. His brother, Grayson, had most of his things because I couldn’t bear to look at them. I used to be strong like Lara. I needed to be that person again, but I didn’t know how to find her. She had died six months ago.

  “Will I ever get back to normal?” I asked softly.

  Lara took my wrist and pulled me gently into the bathroom. “Yes, I promise. You just have to have faith.” She turned on the faucet and stuck my hands underneath the running water.

  Closing my eyes, I let the warm water glide over my torn skin. Please God, if you can hear me, I need your help.

  Chapter 1

  Summer

  TWO YEARS LATER

  “You do realize you’ve been my patient for two years now,” Philip remarked, smiling warmly. He was in his late thirties with salt-and-pepper hair and kind green eyes. After I broke down with Lara, I’d decided it was time to get the help I needed. Dr. Philip Parker was my savior, the man who helped me see things in a different light.

  “What can I say? I’ve gotten used to you.” Every Tuesday afternoon, I had an hour-long session with him before the dinner crowd would show up at my restaurant, the Carolina Tavern. It had been my husband’s dream to start up his own place, and I did it for him, with the help of his brother, Grayson.

  “Or maybe you’re just a little scared of letting go? You’ve come a long way, Summer. I don’t think I can help you any more than I already have. And even then, you’ve done all of this yourself. I’ve just been here to listen to you. Do your parents still call on a regular basis? I know for a while there they were calling every day.”

  Calling every day was an understatement. It used to be multiple times a day until Lara told them to give me a break. At first, it was hard being asked if I was okay and what they could do to make me feel better. There was nothing they could do. Talking with Philip and having Lara around had helped me tremendously.

  “They still do,” I said, chuckling. “And, speaking of which, I forgot to tell you they came in from Virginia last weekend. I hadn’t seen them since Easter.”

  “I know it can’t be easy to be away from your family, but at least you have Lara and Grayson.”

  “And you,” I added. “I know you think I’m ready to be on my own, but I don’t feel like I’m at that point to break free yet. Can you give me another few sessions of your time?”

  Smiling widely, he nodded. “Take all the time you need. I stopped charging your insurance company months ago.”

  “Which is why you get free meals when you come to the tavern. I think we come out even,” I countered, getting to my feet. My time was up, and I needed to get back to the restaurant.

  He grinned and stood, about a head taller than me. I started for the door and he opened it for me. “That we do, but I enjoy the atmosphere there and the food is amazing. I kind of like our mutual agreement.”

  “So do I.” I stepped out into the hall and turned around. “Still on for tomorrow night?”

  He nodded. “I’ll be there.” Before I could start down the hall, he stopped me. “You know, it wouldn’t hurt for you to go out and have some fun every once in a while, maybe with someone you could be interested in. All you ever talk about is the restaurant and your sister.”

  “That’s all my life is right now. I don’t have time for anything else.” I didn’t know if I was even ready for that kind of step. “But I’ll think about it if anyone asks me out.” I was pretty sure no one would. I was around the same men every week and most of them were Lara’s friends. They all knew my past and chose to stay away. I was thankful they never hit on me.

  “You do that,” Philip agreed. “I think it could help you get to the next stage of healing.”

  I smiled quickly and waved, but when I walked out of view my smile disappeared. I was afraid to date someone else. Austin was all I’d known for years. I still remembered the first day we met. I had just finished nursing school and was on my lunch break, rushing to grab a drink and sandwich from Panera Bread. The second I turned the corner, the door to a gym I was in front of slammed open and I ran right into it, spilling my drink down the front of my scrubs. Austin apologized, but I couldn’t help but see the amused grin on his face before he tried to hide it. Needless to say, it had made me mad so I dumped the rest of my soda on his head. After that, we stood there and laughed. He was so easy to fall in love with.

  Once out of the building, I took a deep breath and crossed the street. Dr. Parker’s building was right around the corner from where my first encounter with Austin had happened. I’d cried for months every time I had to walk by that spot, but over time I’d gotten used to it. Now it was a welcome memory. I liked walking past that gym and remembering what it was like to meet Austin for the first time, the way he’d tried so hard not to laugh when I stood there covered in soda. I was about to reach our spot when my phone chirped in my pocket. It was Lara.

  You’re late. Your meetings with Dr. McDreamy are getting later and later. ;)

  Dr. McDreamy? I had to admit, Philip was a good-looking man, but our relationship was strictly professional. Over the past couple of months, Lara had tried to get me to go out with her to meet guys, but I wasn’t interested. I was never one for going to bars so guys could rub up on me. Besides, she didn’t want to do that stuff, either. She was hung up on Luke Collins, a motocross racer who happened to be good friends with her best friend, our neighbor Kate Davis.

  Kate was my friend, too, but I wasn’t as close to her as Lara was. She was going to help me keep my nursing certifications current by letting me help out our city’s NFL team for a couple of weeks. She was their full-time physician now that she’d gone back to school and finished. Even though I co-owned a restaurant with Grayson, I didn’t want my certifications to expire. I figured it was always good to have a plan B. If the restaurant failed, I needed to have something to fall back on. The business was constantly booming so I didn’t have to worry about that just yet, but the future was never certain.

  Before I could respond to Lara’s text, my phone beeped again.

  You’re not having sex on his desk are you?

  What the hell? Had she lost her mind? Shaking my head, I texted her back.

  Sorry to disappoint you, but NO! Lost track of time. Be there in fifteen minutes.

  That girl was seriously going to drive me insane. After sending the text, I called Kate’s number and waited for her to pick up, only to turn the corner and run straight into a body that felt like a brick wall. Gasping, I fumbled with
my phone and tripped, but a masculine set of hands caught my arms, stopping me from falling on my backside.

  “Whoa, thank you,” I exclaimed breathlessly, looking up into the sun at my rescuer. When he came into view, he smiled and picked up my phone. It was Evan Townsend, Kate’s NFL football–playing brother, dressed in a pair of blue gym shorts and a white tank top. His blond hair was in disarray, and he stared down at me with those stormy gray eyes of his as he held out my phone. There was always something about those eyes that made me nervous.

  Chapter 2

  Evan

  “Evan, thank you. I’m so sorry. Clumsiness runs in my family.”

  Chuckling, I handed her the phone, thankful I’d been able to catch it before it shattered on the concrete. “No worries. I wasn’t paying attention, either. You doing okay?”

  Clearing her throat, she pocketed her phone and looked down at the ground. Her bright blond hair covered her face, but she tucked one side of it behind her ear, exposing her neck. She was so damn beautiful. It didn’t help that she was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a pink top that hugged her curves. The crazy thing was that she was oblivious to the effect she had on the men around her. The first time I saw her two years ago, I’d wanted to ask her out. That was before I found out what had happened to her. Lara warned me away and said it wasn’t the right time. It made me wonder if there would ever be one. I never saw her with anyone except the therapist she spent every Tuesday with. She never volunteered information about those sessions, so I made it a point not to ask her about them. I could tell it made her uncomfortable with everyone knowing she was seeing a shrink. I didn’t care what she did as long as she got the help she needed.