Falling For The Right Brother
Saved by the blog! This just in, fair readers! Chic and stunning, that gorgeous new woman about town is none other than our very own little Ellie—now Elle—Owens. She's a far cry from the frumpy, bookish student we used to know, but then, living in Italy will do that to a girl! Still, this blogger can't forget the infamous video that caused her to leave!Apparently Miss Elle has been spotted with yummy contractor Cam Dumont…but we thought her heart belonged to his little brother. Are Cam and Elle a new couple? They were seen cooling their passions in the bay…in April! If this is love, let's hope she's swimming with the right brother. The Bayside Blogger will keep you posted.
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Saved by the blog!
This just in, fair readers! Chic and stunning, that gorgeous new woman about town is none other than our very own little Ellieânow ElleâOwens. Sheâs a far cry from the frumpy, bookish student we used to know, but then, living in Italy will do that to a girl! Still, this blogger canât forget the infamous video that caused her to leave!
Apparently Miss Elle has been spotted with yummy contractor Cam Dumont...but we thought her heart belonged to his little brother. Are Cam and Elle a new couple? They were seen cooling their passions in the bay...in April! If this is love, letâs hope sheâs swimming with the right brother. The Bayside Blogger will keep you posted. :)
âEllie? Ellie Owens?â he asked.
âI just go by Elle now, but yes. Nice to see you.â
Nice, but a total shock. Racking her brain, she remembered the last time sheâd seen himâgraduation. At twenty-two, Cam had not only been the older brother of the love of her life but heâd already been to college and had returned with a full beard.
The truth was that Cameron Dumont had always sort of intimidated her. Hell, heâd intimidated the whole town. He was a loner, always off in some corner. Not brooding, but watching, observing, with a self-assured confidence that no other adolescent possessed. With long hair and dark looks, heâd always seemedâ¦dangerous, she decided. He was full of muscles and well over six feet tall.
Looking at him now, it was evident that he was still built and dangerous-looking, if not cleaned up a bit from ten years ago. Elle felt a little flutter of some kind of awareness as she took in his now beardless, square jawline, broad shoulders and arms rippling with muscles.
âWelcome home, Elle,â he said. âYou lookâ¦great.â
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For My Dad
If only everyone had a dad like mine, the world would be a much better (and funnier) place.
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Good morning, avid readers! Whoâs ready to be saved by the blog? Boy, do I have some juicy gossip that will help you escape the day-to-day life of our very small town.
Rumor has it one of Baysideâs most infamous residents is returning today after a ten-year absence. You may remember this gal as lover of all things Jasper Dumont. Who can forget the time she declared her love for him by, ahem, making that little video? Havenât seen it? Iâm sure someone saved a copy. *Smirk*
Personally, Iâm thrilled that sheâs back. So with that, let me, your fabulous Bayside Blogger, be the first to say... Welcome back to Bayside, Ellie Owens.
Elle stepped off the airport tram, thanked the driver and retrieved her luggage. Inhaling a deep whiff of air, she caught the familiar salty scent she associated with home.
As the tram drove away, she stood on the stone sidewalk in the center of town, taking a moment to reacquaint herself with Bayside, Virginia. Still pleasant to look at with its town square full of eclectic shop fronts and its flower-lined streets. Tucked behind one side of the square was the bay, the heart and soul of the town. The water looked calm today as fishing boats returned to their docks after their early-morning fishing trips.
Elle knew if she squinted her eyes just right she would be able to see the small, two-bedroom bungalow sheâd shared with her father until sheâd turned eighteen and went off to college, and then directly on to Italy after that. One of the many things sheâd missed from home was her brightly painted yellow house with its rickety deck and even more dilapidated dock that stretched out into the water. It wasnât unlike the other houses on that side of the bay.
She also knew that if she stood out on the dock, she would be able to take in the much larger and more impressive housesâmansions, reallyâon the other side of the water. Thatâs where the Dumont house sat, surrounded by tactfully placed trees and discreet fences.
How many nights had she sneaked out after she was supposed to be asleep to take in the lights and music coming from that magical house? It seemed the Dumonts threw parties with the same frequency that other people went to the grocery store.
