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  A Kiss at Midsummer

  The Royal Palm Resort

  Meg Easton

  A Kiss at Midsummer

  Copyright © 2019 by Meg Easton

  ISBN 13: 9781099780288

  ASIN: B07S9RT8QS

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  This is a work of fiction and names, characters, incidents, and places are products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, incidents, and places is coincidental.

  Cover Design by Steven Novak

  Interior Design by Mountain Heights Publishing

  Author website: www.megeaston.com

  For my editor, Jenny Proctor

  Contents

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  A KISS AT MIDSUMMER

  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

  Epilogue

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  A KISS AT MIDSUMMER

  The Royal Palm Resort

  By Meg Easton

  Chapter One

  Perfect business days like today always made Merit Casselman swirl with two very different emotions: elation and fear. Elation that a business he and Graham started from nothing not long ago had made it big enough to be on the cover of Business Success magazine. And fear that the success was too good to be true and would come crashing down on them at any instant. It always made him feel like he had to hold tightly to the business so it would know how much he didn’t want it to slip away.

  The energy in their meeting had been incredible. Merit thanked his executive staff—all of whom were older than both he and Graham—for coming to their weekly meeting and for working so hard to get them to where they were. As they all left the conference room chatting about exciting new ideas, Merit’s business partner, Graham, leaned back in his chair, looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows that spanned the west wall.

  Merit had too much to do to kick back like Graham did, though. He scooted next to Carla, his motherly personal assistant who seemed to be able to stay on top of everything at once, and made sure that she had put on his calendar when to check back with each executive about every action item. Then he stood, notepad in hand, and looked at the screen that filled the wall at the head of the table. All the pertinent numbers for each section of the company were displayed in easy-to-read graphs in front of him. He looked between the images and his notes about all the ideas for their company that had come to him during the meeting, deciding which they should pursue first.

  Without taking his eyes off the information in front of him, he said over his shoulder, “Carla, what’s my next meeting?”

  “It’s in two minutes, and it’s with Graham.”

  Merit turned around, his eyebrows creasing together. “Graham, we have a meeting? I don’t remember seeing it on my schedule this morning.”

  Graham just smiled, still leaning back in his chair, his hands locked behind his head like he was sunbathing on the beach.

  Carla said, “It’s on the schedule—he’s your two o’clock.”

  “Huh.”

  Carla gathered up her things and then left the conference room, closing the door behind her.

  Graham stood and joined Merit in looking at the screen. “It’s a pretty cool feeling, isn’t it? None of that money in those charts would be possible if it weren’t for our company making the software you’re using to look at it.”

  Merit smiled. They had known they had a pretty special idea back when they were a twenty-two-year-old Computer Science major and a twenty-year-old business major having their first brainstorming sessions in college. “Who would’ve guessed that we’d become this successful in just six years?”

  “We’ve done some incredible things,” Graham said, holding the remote out and clicking the screen off.

  Merit had assumed that this unexpected meeting was going to be about the information on the screen, so, curious, he followed Graham to the side of the long table and leaned against it next to him, looking out over their company’s half a dozen buildings and the mountains beyond.

  “Do you remember college?”

  “Yeah,” Merit said, surprised at the abrupt change in topic. “Best two years of my life.”

  “We had some pretty great times. You, me, Noah, Saint, Ian. Chumming around, making mischief, playing games, having fun.”

  Merit nodded. Some great times indeed. His phone was in his pocket, with the ZentCube app installed on it. He hadn’t quite gotten enough time looking at today’s numbers, and he was itching to pull it out and check everything.

  “What did you like best?”

  Merit laughed. “All of it. It was the first time—well, since I was eleven—that I only had to worry about me. I could just focus on soaking in all the learning, and choosing how I was going to spend any free time.”

  “Do you remember how much fun we had, brainstorming ZentCube for hours?”

  “We were young and didn’t know enough about the world yet to know how impossible all our dreams were.”

  “It wasn’t, though—we pulled it off. And we’re still young. Except somewhere along the way, we stopped having fun doing it.”

  The comment surprised Merit, especially coming from Graham. The guy constantly looked relaxed, chill, and happy. He somehow managed to still get out and have fun, have hobbies, go on adventures, vacation—all of it, regardless of how much there was to do. He even did it consistently enough to find himself a wife. Merit had no idea how he found the time to do any of it. “Are you trying to say you aren’t having fun anymore?”

  From the corner of his eye, Merit could see his friend lift a shoulder in a shrug. “It’s fun. It’s not the only fun out there, and sometimes I just really want to grab hold of the next adventure. But what I’m really concerned about is that you aren’t having fun anymore.”

  “I’m having fun,” Merit said, his defenses rising. “Running a business as successful as ours is fun.” So much fun, in fact, that it was all Merit wanted to do. His notebook was sitting on the table behind him, and he wanted to have some fun right now looking over his ideas and thinking about which ones he wanted to move on.

  “There’s more to life than this business. And the irony of it is, the more you get out and live a life outside the business, the better the business will do. When you open yourself up to new experiences, you expand your creativity. You’ll lead this company better if you step away from it every day. If you’re willing to boot it ou
t and give the head space to other things.”

  Merit shook his head, his arms folded, looking out at the clouds hiding the sun, casting shadows on his mountains. “We’ve got a lot of people depending on us to run this right. That takes one hundred percent focus.” Graham wasn’t going to convince him otherwise, so he might as well stop trying.

  “These last two years have been good for me,” Graham said. “It’s amazing how much more,” he paused, seeming to try to find the right words, “complete I am with a wife. She brings me more clarity, balance, and focus than I’ve ever had before. I want that for you, too.”

  Merit actually laughed. “Just because you found a soulmate and are blissfully married doesn’t mean you have to push it on everyone else. A wife wouldn’t bring me all those things—she would just be a distraction. I wouldn’t have time for her, so I’d just feel guilty about never having time for her.”

  “Only because you spend one hundred percent of your time here. There’s more to life than that.”

  Merit didn’t agree. He had zero interest in pursuing anything other than this business’s security and growth.

  In a quieter voice, Graham said, “I think your mom would agree, too.”

  Merit’s eyes flashed to Graham and then narrowed. He knew better than to use his mom to try to convince him.

  Graham let out a slow, defeated breath. Then he turned to face Merit, but Merit didn’t mirror the move; he just kept looking straight ahead. “Here’s the thing, Merit. The baby’s going to be here in five months, and Tessa and I want to move to the suburbs and get ourselves the smiling neighbors bringing by cookies, the dog, the white picket fence, the whole nine yards. And,” he nodded his head at the scene out of the window, “I want to send a few business ideas I’ve got out there, see how they do.”

  None of that sounded appealing to Merit, and he could feel his whole body revolting at even the idea of it.

  “But I can’t do any of that if I’m tied up here daily.”

  Merit shifted Graham’s direction, his heart racing, confusion, disbelief, and surprise all competing for dominance. “What are you saying, Graham?”

  “I’m saying that I want to make you a deal. I know you’ve wanted fifty-one percent ownership since the beginning. I might be willing to sell you two percent, but only under certain conditions.”

  Merit stood taller and dropped his arms, turning fully toward Graham. No way. He had been dreaming about this for so long, he didn’t even dare let himself hope that Graham was serious.

  Back when they’d first started the business, Graham was graduating from college, and as the one two years older and from a family that wasn’t as destitute as Merit’s, he was able to put more into their fledgling business. They had agreed that Graham would own fifty-one percent of the company and Merit would own forty-nine. Back then, it had been the difference of a few hundred dollars. Now it was the difference of several million dollars. For the past five years, Merit had been trying to talk Graham into selling him the two percent, making Merit the controlling shareholder, but Graham hadn’t ever been even close to budging.

  “What are the conditions?” Merit was sure he would do pretty much anything. Pay anything. Sacrifice anything.

  “You go on vacation.”

  Merit cocked his head to the side, sure he didn’t hear correctly.

  “Or more specifically,” Graham said, walking back around to the other side of the table, pulling a portfolio out of his bag, and sliding it across the table to Merit, “going on a vacation that I plan.”

  Merit picked up the case and flipped through it, seeing lots of papers—some typed, some brochures, some itineraries, but not really taking in any of it. Too many other thoughts were running through his head to comprehend anything in his hands.

  “You need to figure out how to have fun again, and how to think about things other than this company. Because I’m not going to walk away and give you controlling interest in a company that we’ve poured so much into if you can’t refuel yourself creatively.”

  “And you think that me going on vacation is going to do that? Sold.” Merit slapped the portfolio down on the table top.

  “No, I don’t. That’s why I have more stipulations.” Graham walked around the table, opened the case, and pulled out a full-sized, full-color booklet that had to be a good twenty pages. The front cover said The Royal Palm at Myrtle Beach, South Carolina in metallic gold lettering. Graham opened it to the center of the brochure, where across both pages it showed the kind of resort they had dreamed about back when they had been stupid college kids with a business idea.

  Merit narrowed his eyes, suddenly distrusting everything this portfolio contained. “What stipulations?”

  Graham cleared his throat and held up a finger. “You go to this resort. They’ve got some mansions right on the beach, complete with private beach access. I’ve rented you a modest-sized one for four weeks. You have to stay there every night during those four weeks.”

  “Four weeks?” Merit practically shouted. “How am I supposed to run this business from the other side of the country for four weeks?”

  “Two,” Graham said, holding up a second finger, “you refrain from running this business for those four weeks.”

  Merit looked at Graham, dumbfounded. This business didn’t just run itself.

  “I know this business is in your thoughts twenty-four seven, and the only way you’re going to get away from that is if you go cold turkey. So during those four weeks, you won’t have access to the ZentCube app, so no company data. No email. No phone calls for information. No getting company information in any way.”

  Merit broke out in a cold sweat. All they had worked for could vanish in four weeks, and he would return to a company on the verge of bankruptcy.

  Graham rolled his eyes. “Stop with the doomsday expressions. You are not the only thing keeping this company running. I don’t know if you’ve noticed how capable your business partner is at all of it,” Graham said, gesturing at himself. “And our executive team has some of the best leaders in the nation. We’ve got this. I give you my word that you’ll come back to see that this company is just as shiny as when you left it. Your company email account will autoforward to me, so you don’t need to worry that an important ball will get dropped.”

  He couldn’t do this! Whenever he flew anywhere on a business trip, he got in-flight wifi because he couldn’t go an hour without any information on his company. It was an impossible thing to ask. Simply impossible. He was so lightheaded that he couldn’t stay standing, so he pulled out a chair and collapsed into it.

  But he couldn’t pass up an offer to buy Graham’s two percent. He had waited so many years for this and the opportunity might not ever come along again.

  “Graham, I get what you’re saying, buddy. You need me to do things outside of work. I will join a biking team, a painting class, a movie club, a roller derby team—you name it. Anything that will get me doing something other than this business every week. We don’t need to do something this drastic. What would this even accomplish?”

  “I would explain it, but you wouldn’t believe me if I did. You’re just going to have to trust me that by the time the four weeks is up, you’ll understand exactly what it accomplished. Now quiet—I’m not done.” He held up a third finger. “Three: I have hired the activities director at the resort to be your personal activities director. She has been instructed to give you different experiences every single day. They’re not negotiable.”

  Merit opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Graham held up finger number four.

  “And last but not least, let’s talk about departure. Your plane leaves at five.”

  Merit’s eyes flew open and he stood up so quickly the chair rolled several feet behind him. “What? Today?!”

  Graham grinned and slid the portfolio to him. “Your itinerary is in here. So’s the list of the four requirements, just in case you got stuck on number two and stopped listening. I sent Carla to
your house this morning to pack everything you will need for the full four weeks. Your luggage is downstairs in your driver’s trunk, and he’s ready to drive you to the airport anytime in the next hour.”

  “I have a three o’clock appointment. And a three-thirty. And a five. And tomorrow...”

  “Nope. Your entire schedule has been cleared. There’s nothing for you to do here for the next four weeks.”

  “Why? Why so soon? Give me a few weeks to get everything prepared for a four week absence.” It was suddenly too hot in this room. Way too hot. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his top button. His legs felt weak, but he couldn’t sit, so he leaned into both hands on the table.

  “That would defeat the purpose. And besides, my baby isn’t getting any younger. Now, are you in? If you’re willing to do this, every single bit of it, I’ll have the paperwork all ready and waiting for your signature to switch two percent over to you, giving you controlling interest of the company when you get back. What do you say?”

  Merit let out a long slow breath and closed his eyes for several moments. He had done hard things all through his life. He did hard things every single day. He could do this. In the end, it would all be worth it. It would be worth it. He could endure anything for four weeks if it meant that two percent at the end.

  He swallowed hard, then opened his eyes and said, “Okay. We have a deal.”