Third Time’s The Charm

Third Time’s The Charm Samantha Baca Table of Contents Title Page Third Time’s The Charm (Beaumont Creek, #3) Copyright © 2023 by Samantha Baca. One | Capshaw Two | Kensy Three | Capshaw Four | Kensy Five | Capshaw Six | Kensy Seven | Capshaw Eight | Kensy Nine | Capshaw Ten | Kensy Eleven | Capshaw Twelve | Kensy Thirteen | Capshaw Fourteen | Kensy Fifteen | Capshaw Sixteen | Kensy Seventeen | Capshaw Eighteen | Kensy Nineteen | Capshaw Twenty | Kensy Twenty-One | Kensy Twenty-Two | Capshaw Twenty-Three | Kensy Twenty-Four | Capshaw Twenty-Five | Kensy Twenty-Six | Capshaw Twenty-Seven | Kensy Twenty-Eight | Jack Twenty-Nine | Capshaw Thirty | Kensy Thirty-One | Capshaw Thirty-Two | Kensy Thirty-Three | Capshaw Thirty-Four | Kensy Thirty-Five | Capshaw Thirty-Six | Kensy Thirty-Seven | Capshaw Thirty-Eight | Kensy Thirty-Nine | Capshaw Forty | Kensy Forty-One | Capshaw Forty-Two | Kensy Other Books By Samantha Baca Acknowledgments About the Author Just One Time Second Chances Third Time’s The Charm Four-ever Single Fifth Wheel Copyright © 2023 by Samantha Baca. All rights reserved. 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I really have no idea.” “Mom,” I sighed. “You need to hire someone to help out around here.” “I know. I will when I can find the time.” I sat on the edge of the desk and folded my hands in my lap, taking in the dark circles beneath her eyes. “I understand it’s been hard with dad having his surgery and not being able to work right now, but you’re not doing him any favors by working yourself this hard.” “What am I supposed to do? Let the restaurant that we started together go under? I can’t do that, Jack.” The emotion in her voice tugged at my heart, making me hate that there wasn’t more that I could do. Add in that she’d called me Jack and not Capshaw, and I felt even more like a mama’s boy than normal. I had been a firefighter for so long that everyone around town called me by my last name, including my family. My mom was the only one who ever called me Jack anymore, and it usually only happened when she was upset, which made this even worse. But I understood where she was coming from and how much Surf ’N Shack meant to her. Hell, to all of us. My mom first met my stepdad, Phil, shortly after my dad walked out and left us when I was ten years old. He stepped in and took me in as his child and built a life for us we could never have imagined before. Shortly after they got married, they opened Surf ’N Shack, and it’s been our family business ever since. “I have a solution to your problem,” my sister Lia said, entering the already crammed office. “I’d love to hear this,” I said, scrubbing my hand down the scruff that dotted my jawline. She narrowed her eyes at me and then smiled at our mom, reaching in to hug her as she stuck her tongue out at me over her shoulder. “Hey, baby,” my mom replied, cupping the sides of my sister’s face between her hands. “Let’s hear what you have for us.” “Well, I have a friend who is in between jobs right now and—” “No,” I interrupted, cutting off her sentence. “You didn’t even let me finish.” “I don’t need to. We need someone who is reliable, Lia. Not some bratty kid who doesn’t know the value of working and has no respect.” “Why is that the first thing you go to?” She planted her hands on her hips and glared at me. “Because I remember the handful of friends you’ve referred along the way, Lia. We don’t need a bunch of frat guys in here, too busy checking out the girls to be helpful.” “Well, lucky for you, she’s not a frat guy.” A flash of fiery red hair caught my eye, and I immediately knew who was standing outside the door, though it had been years since I last saw her. “Come on in, Kens. They won’t bite.” The kitchen was quieter than usual, which made me think the guys were all too busy staring at Lia’s friend instead of working. “Get back to work,” I yelled, my voice booming through the small office space. Suddenly, the noise level returned to normal as the guys got focused again. “Oh, Kensy dear,” my mother exclaimed, rushing over to hug her as soon as she stepped inside. “It’s so good to see you!” “You just saw her yesterday, mom,” Lia laughed, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. “I know, but I’ve missed her so much!” “This is who you’re referring to,” I asked my sister, my voice low as I studied Kensy. She’d been my sister’s best friend for years, so I was very familiar with who she was. A few years ago, Kensy moved to Texas with her father but kept in touch with Lia while she was gone. I’d heard