Book Info
All In
by Marta Brown
Publication Date: May 28th, 2013
On the picturesque island of Martha's Vineyard, there are two kinds of residents. Locals and Stays.
Local boy, Lane McCarthy, plans on spending his summer working at the country club to save money for college in the fall, while summer stay, Ashley Whitmore, and her elite group of friends are only there to play.
As the summer heat goes up on the island, so does the ante, when both Lane and Ashley must decide what they’re willing to wager in order to follow their dreams… and their hearts.
With stakes as high as the surf, and hopes as high as the midday sun, will they risk everything and go all in?
Excerpt
“Good
afternoon and welcome to the Field House Grille. May I start you two off with
drinks or an appetizer today?” The waiter’s voice startles me out of my
conspiracy theories, and I resume perusing my menu.
“Yes, I’ll
have a long island ice tea and a white wine spritzer for the lady.” Gregory
orders with confidence. He’s only a year shy of the legal drinking age so he may pass as old enough to get served,
but it’s obvious I’m not old enough to drink yet. “And then we’ll have an order
of the calamari to start and for our entrees she’ll have the sea bass, and I’ll
have the filet.” He shuts his menu and hands it back to the waiter with
bravado.
“I’ll
actually have a bottle of San
Pellegrino please,” I say, staring at my menu, trying to avoid the
embarrassment of being carded and then denied, or worse, my parents finding out
I tried to order an alcoholic drink, at the club no less. “And what salad would you recommend?” I start
to ask, but the words get caught in my throat when I finally look up and see
the waiter.
Whoa.
He. Is. Gorgeous.
“Well…our house mixed salad is very popular. It’s locally grown organic
and is fresh picked daily. It comes with a light raspberry vinaigrette dressing
that can be tossed on or left on the side,” he says, holding my gaze.
“Oh. Yes. That sounds… yummy.” The words come out all breathy, and I’m
immediately humiliated at the way I must have sounded.
Yummy. Breathy. Seriously, Ashley?
“Then on the side, miss?” the waiter asks, a faint smile playing on his
lips.
“Yes, thank you,” I say, feeling my face flush with warmth.
Apparently Gregory Chase isn’t the only boy in town who can make a girl
blush, and by the daggers Gregory’s shooting the poor guy with his eyes, he
knows it too.
Gregory clears his throat and pulls the attention of the waiter back on
him. “Fine. We’ll have one house salad with dressing on the side and an order
of calamari to start.” Then with a dismissive flick of his hand, “Now, go fetch
our drinks.”
Go fetch our drinks? Is he serious? How can he think it’s okay to speak
to someone that way? But before I can say anything the cute waiter lets out an
amused laugh that surprises me.
“I’m sorry sir, but I’m gonna have to see an ID first.” The waiter looks
not at all sorry to ask, which makes me have to hide a smile.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Gregory starts. “I left it in the men’s
locker room,” he explains, but his confidence is shaken. No one ever challenges
Gregory.
“I’m sorry sir, but without a valid ID I’m not gonna be able to serve
you, but I’ll be happy to wait here while you go and get it.” The waiter gives
Greg a fake smile and then me a real one. He clearly is enjoying himself.
It’s evident Greg’s not going to get his way, so he finally concedes, but
without an ounce of grace. “How about you take your eyes off my date, and go do
your job.” He levels the waiter with his eyes. “And just bring me a damn coke
while you’re at it.”
“Will do, sir,” the waiter says with artificial politeness, giving
Gregory an almost imperceptible bow before turning around and leaving.
This time, I’m the one who gets caught watching one of the waitstaff walk
away.
