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  Diving into Love

  Starlight Ridge Book One

  Kat Bellemore

  KB Press

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2020 Kat Bellemore

  All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. For permissions contact:

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  You can also visit Kat at www.kat-bellemore.com

  Cover design by OPIUM HOUSE Creatives

  Editing by Susan Hughes

  About This Book

  She already left one fiancé. She didn’t need another.

  When Bree Garrett’s former college roommate invites Bree to move to Starlight Ridge, a small tourist town on the Californian coast, she is all too happy to leave the deserts of New Mexico and the memories of her former life. She only has three conditions:

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  One- No one can find out about her fear of water—totally embarrassing when you live next to the ocean.

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  Two- No seafood. She can't stomach it. Yeah, she sees the irony of points number one and two.

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  Three- No blind dates. The last thing she needs is a relationship. Her ex-fiancé would agree.

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  Easier said than done when the only job available is at a surf shop and the owner, Caleb, is under the impression that Bree has applied to be a scuba instructor, and not a cashier, as she had intended.

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  Bree tries to clear up the misunderstanding, but it’s hard when she seems to lose her voice—and her breath—every time Caleb is near. How could she not when he happens to be attractive, single and, as it turns out, also doesn't like seafood?

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  Bree and Caleb struggle against the pull of the tide that seems determined to bring them together. But, despite their differences, maybe this is one battle that is okay to lose.

  Also by Kat Bellemore

  BORROWING AMOR

  Borrowing Amor

  Borrowing Love

  Borrowing a Fiancé

  Borrowing a Billionaire

  Borrowing Kisses

  Borrowing Second Chances

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  STARLIGHT RIDGE

  Diving into Love

  Resisting Love

  Starlight Love

  Building on Love

  Winning his Love

  Contents

  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

  Epilogue

  Free Book

  Resisting Love

  Also by Kat Bellemore

  About the Author

  1

  Bree grabbed her camera from the passenger seat and stepped out of the car. The coastal road she’d been driving for the past hour was quiet, other than the sounds of the ocean in the distance. She couldn’t see the water, her view hampered by the palm trees that towered over her and her little car. She placed the camera up to her eye and pointed it towards the road and the trees.

  Click.

  She then pointed it at the large blue sign in front of her. The reason she had pulled over in the first place.

  Starlight Ridge. Population 1500.

  That meant the town was about as small as Amor, her New Mexican hometown. Bree hadn’t lived in Amor since she left for college several years earlier, but she still considered it her home.

  Click.

  Bree lowered the camera. She hoped Adeline was right—that this was what Bree needed. Her parents had told her she was running from her problems, rather than facing them head-on like they’d always taught her to. That had been accompanied by looks of disapproval.

  But Bree trusted Adeline more than her parents. They’d been roommates for all four years of college, and by the time they’d graduated, Adeline had felt more like family than Bree’s own ever had.

  To be fair, her parents were trying to be better—trying to change. But some habits die hard, and others are immortal.

  Bree placed her camera back in the case and slung the strap over her shoulder. Time to take Adeline up on her offer to stay with her for a couple of weeks. Regroup. Figure things out.

  Though Bree hadn’t been able to see the town of Starlight Ridge from where she’d parked, it was only another couple of minutes before it, along with the ocean, came into view. Her breath slowed, and it was like she’d left all her troubles back at that sign.

  Picturesque seaside cottages dotted the small valley before her. Blues and whites accented greens and yellows. No one seemed to have a need for fences, creating the impression of openness and community. And the ocean. It stole her breath as it stretched out, seemingly forever. Bree realized she’d slowed subconsciously as well, the car creeping along the winding road that led into the heart of the town. She glanced at the GPS, hoping it could handle being reliable for the last five minutes of her journey. It had been touch and go, but the GPS had managed to get her this far. That was more than she could say for its usual erratic behavior.

  Bree followed its directions and ended up on a small stretch of road that bordered the beach. She lowered her window so she could better hear the waves and the cries of the seagulls. Adeline had been right. This was exactly what Bree needed.

  You have arrived at your destination.

  Bree pulled into a parking stall that sat diagonal to the road and craned her neck to better see through the windshield. She glanced at the GPS, then back out the window. This didn’t seem right. In front of her sat a small boardwalk with a dozen or so connected shops. The one directly in front of her simply said Dive Shop. It had a Help Wanted sign in the window. Bree knew that Adeline had returned to Starlight Ridge to open her own business, but Bree could say with some certainty that it hadn’t been a dive shop. Stupid GPS. Couldn’t it lead her to the correct location for once? Hopefully she wasn’t too far off course.

  Bree stepped out of the car. No one was walking the boardwalk, despite the warm breeze, and she wondered if the shops were even open. She hoped at least one was, so she could ask for directions. There had been no need to worry, as when she took a step away from her car, she noticed a man now stood in the doorway of the dive shop, casually leaning against the door frame. He wore a T-shirt featuring the shop’s logo along with board shorts, his tanned complexion a nice contrast to his sun-bleached hair.

  He didn’t move as she walked toward him, instead seeming to study her, a small smile playing on his lips. Bree always wondered what people thought of her—what their first impression was. When she was only a few feet away, he tilted his head in greeting.

  “Hi,” Bree said, suddenly nervous, like she was intruding on the sleepy town. She took another step forward. “I seem to have made a wrong turn and wondered if you could help point me in the right direction.”

  At this, a full grin burst across the man’s face, and he p
ushed off from the door frame. “It’s hard to get lost in Starlight Ridge.”

  Bree twisted a lock of hair around her finger, and her gaze darted away. Her rapid heartbeat betrayed how incredible this man’s smile was. “Well, I’ve somehow managed it,” she said, still not lifting her eyes. “I blame the GPS.”

  The man chuckled. “Yeah, if I were you, I would turn it off and not turn it on again until you leave town. It’s notoriously bad around these parts. I’ve seen people driving on the beach because the voice in their car insisted that was where they should be, and they didn’t bother to question it.”

  In spite of her reservations, Bree laughed, and her gaze lifted. The man had moved forward a couple of steps. He held out his hand.

  “I’m Caleb.”

  “Bree,” she said, taking his hand and shaking it.

  So. This was Caleb. He was better looking than Adeline had let on. Did Adeline really not see it? She had always talked about her childhood friend as if he were a brother.

  Maybe Bree could come to think of Caleb as a brother too. Because he certainly couldn’t be more than that. It was one of her rules while staying in Starlight Ridge.

  No men allowed. Especially good-looking ones.

  “Where are you trying to go, Bree?” Caleb asked, releasing her hand.

  The way he said her name—her hormones betrayed her, insisting that she could break her rule, just this once.

  Great. She hadn’t even managed to make it to Adeline’s house yet, and she was falling for the first guy she’d happened to meet.

  Caleb raised an eyebrow, prompting her to answer his question.

  Right.

  She pulled a slip of paper out of her back pocket. “This is the address, but I might have mistyped it when I set up the GPS.”

  “I doubt that,” Caleb said, taking the paper from her hand. “You wouldn’t have made it to Starlight Ridge if you had.” His eyebrows scrunched together as he stared at the address. That couldn’t be good. “What did you say you are here for?”

  Bree hadn’t told him, and hesitated now.

  Caleb must have sensed her discomfort. “I only ask because you’re in the right place. This is the address for my store.” He gestured behind him, and Bree saw he was right. The numbers were small, right above the door, but they matched the address Adeline had given her.

  Her lips parted in surprise. “I don’t understand.”

  “Where were you expecting to end up?”

  “My friend’s house. She invited me to visit,” Bree said, seeing no alternative but to tell him. “Adeline Baker.”

  His eyes narrowed for a brief moment before he burst into silent laughter. His whole body shook, and Bree couldn’t help but wonder if he was okay. “Very clever,” he finally managed to say.

  “I’m sorry?” she asked, taking a step backward.

  Caleb’s laughter subsided. His eyes were moist from laughing too hard, and he wiped away the tears with the back of his hand. His smile was still firmly in place when he said, “Adeline. I had been complaining that everyone in town already had all the dive gear and equipment they would ever need, and I hate relying on tourist season to make it through the year. She bet me fifty bucks that within a week, I’d have a new visitor at the shop.” He gave a quick shake of his head. “I should have noticed how she avoided using the term customer.” He waved a hand in Bree’s direction. “And here you are, coming straight to my shop.”

  “Adeline sent me here on purpose?” Bree asked, trying to understand what was happening. Though she couldn’t say she was surprised; it was exactly the type of thing Adeline would do.

  “Oh, yeah,” Caleb said. “And she’ll make me pay up too.”

  Bree cringed. “Sorry. If I would have known—”

  Caleb waved her off. “This one’s completely on me. I knew better than to make a deal with Adeline, considering how she always manages to get the upper hand.”

  He didn’t seem upset, so Bree allowed herself to return his smile. “That’s very true. I lived with her for four years, and I stopped taking her bets after the first month.”

  “What did she do?”

  “Bet me that within twenty-four hours, she could get the hottest guy in our apartment complex to take her on a date to this super fancy restaurant. He showed up at our door ten minutes later to take her to that very restaurant.”

  “She already had the date set up.”

  “Yup. And when I protested, Adeline said she hadn’t specified that the twenty-four hours had to be in the future. The past counted too.”

  Caleb chuckled. “That sounds about right.” He nodded to the shop next to his. “She closed up a little early today. Said she had a friend coming into town, which I’m assuming is you.”

  “That’s hers?” Bree asked, walking past Caleb. As she peered in the window, she cupped her hands around her face so she could better see into the dimly lit room. “Chocolate,” she murmured, breathing in the scent. Adeline had always insisted she needed to open up a bakery, considering her last name of Baker. She’d said it was her destiny. But Bree had told her that people don’t always want cake or cookies, but they always want chocolate.

  It looked like Adeline had finally come over to Bree’s side of things. That was one of the things she loved best about her friend—Adeline was stubborn and eccentric, but she was also never afraid to change course when it was needed. Bree took a step back and looked at the display window. Starlight Chocolate Confections. The letters were brown and pink, looping across the glass. Fudge and truffles sat on fancy plates.

  “I sure hope she has some of these waiting for me,” Bree said, her mouth beginning to water. She glanced back at Caleb, who was watching her, his eyes lit up in amusement. “Does she live above the shop?”

  “Most of us do, but she wanted a place of her own. There’s not a lot of room above the shops. Though I don’t think that was the main reason she wanted to live someplace else.”

  Bree cocked an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

  Caleb took the hint. “Adeline said if she had to smell chocolate all day and night, she’d end up eating her inventory and would be bankrupt before the grand opening.”

  Rather than laughing, Bree nodded in understanding. She would have the same problem. “So, now that she’s earned herself fifty bucks, where do I go from here?”

  “It’s not far, within walking distance, actually.” Caleb paused. “Of course, most things in Starlight Ridge are.” He pointed down the road. “It’s a little hard to see from here because there are a couple of trees blocking the way, but it’s the second house on the left. Look for the red door.”

  Bree found herself wanting to stall, not wanting to leave Caleb’s company quite yet. She told herself it was because he had been nice, and she could always use another friend. But she couldn’t think of a reason she should stay, so she gave him a small wave and thanked him for his help.

  As she backed out and drove away from the shops, she couldn’t help glancing in her rear-view mirror. Caleb was still standing in front of his shop, watching.

  Her stomach flip-flopped, betraying her rational side. Which was why she promised herself that was the last time she would ever visit the dive shop.

  Bree had just left her fiancé, after all, and her heart couldn’t be trusted.

  2

  “Adeline,” Bree called. She’d already knocked several times, but she could hear a vacuum running somewhere in the house. Bree was hesitant to enter on her own—what if she was at the wrong place? She didn’t want to start her grand adventure by being arrested by some small-town cop. She could only imagine how she’d talk herself out of that one.

  But Caleb had said it was the house with a red door, and this was the only one that fit the description. Bree glanced around one last time, taking in the picturesque porch and vivid colors of the plants that surrounded her. She sincerely hoped this was Adeline’s house, not only because Bree didn’t want to spend the night in jail, but also because it wa
s so insanely beautiful. Of course, all the small homes around here were.

  “She’ll never hear you.”

  Bree turned toward the voice and found herself facing a small woman who carried a basket on one arm. “I’m sorry?”

  “Adeline. Even when she doesn’t have the vacuum going, that girl is always distracted. I’ve learned to just go on in.”

  “Thank you,” Bree said, though hesitantly. She wasn’t sure what to make of the woman in front of her. She had streaks of gray in her hair, but she wasn’t old—she looked like she might be in her early fifties. Her clothes were as colorful as the foliage that surrounded them, and there was a brightness about her eyes that made Bree instantly want to trust her.

  The woman looked at Bree expectantly, and she realized she should introduce herself. “I’m Adeline’s friend. Bree.” She took a step toward the woman and extended her hand, but then remembered the basket the woman was carrying.

  The woman didn’t seem to mind. She awkwardly moved the basket handle up her arm and took Bree’s hand. The woman’s hand was warm and soft, and just beginning to show signs of wrinkles. “I’m Jessie.” She nodded to a house across the road. “I live in the home with the out-of-control vines.”

  Bree followed Jessie’s gaze to a home that indeed looked like it was at war with the foliage, and the vines were winning. But for Bree, it enhanced the home rather than detracted from it. “They’re lovely,” she said.