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CHASING THE SUN
CARRIE ELKS
C ON T E N T S
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
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Epilogue
Dear Reader
About the Author
Also by Carrie Elks
CHASING THE SUN by Carrie Elks
Copyright © 2021 Carrie Elks
All rights reserved
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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or
places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are fictitious
products of the author’s imagination.
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or
mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without
written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a
book review.
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P ushing open his office door with one hand, Jackson Lewis used
the other to loosen his perfectly knotted tie. He sighed with
relief as it came unraveled and he unfastened the top button of his
white shirt, enjoying the freedom it gave him to finally breathe.
He hated wearing suits. Or any formal wear. He felt so much
more at home in the jeans and t-shirts he usually wore in the office.
But as the owner of Lewis Security Systems, when it came to visiting
clients he had no choice. They wanted to know the company they
paid to manage their cyber security was led by somebody serious. If
it took a suit and tie to persuade them, then that’s what he’d do.
His assistant, Lisa looked up from her desk, shaking her head as
he undid the rest of his buttons and shrugged off his shirt.
“What did I say about stripping in the office?” she asked, her
mouth lifting into a grin. “I don’t want to see that kind of thing.”
“I’m wearing a t-shirt underneath.” Jackson threw his shirt onto
the hook by the door. He stopped by her desk and ran his hand
through his thick, dark hair. “Did I miss anything while I was out?”
“About a thousand phone calls and a million emails. The usual.
I’ve marked anything urgent in your inbox.” Lisa had been working
for him for five years. Previously, she’d worked at Newton
Pharmaceuticals, the main employer in their small California beach
town of Angel Sands. He’d poached her from Newtons at the same
time he’d left the pharmaceutical company to start up his own
business, knowing despite her penchant for mothering him, he
couldn’t run this office without her. “Have you had a chance to look
at those résumés I sent you?”
“What résumés?” he asked, walking over to the coffee machine.
“You want one?” he asked, as he grabbed a mug.
“The résumés I sent you last week.” Shaking her head, she
pushed her desk chair back on its wheels and stood. “And I’m
supposed to be getting you coffee. You have this whole boss-
employee thing backward.”
He ignored her and poured a second cup, passing it to her.
“Consider it an apology for not reviewing the résumés.”
“You really need some more staff. We can’t go on like this.” Lisa
sighed, following him to his desk. “You’re working seven days a
week. I feel exhausted just watching you.”
“I know. I get it. I just haven’t had time to recruit and train
anybody.” He took a sip of his coffee, closing his eyes as the bitter
liquid ran down his throat. “It’s a catch-twenty-two situation.”
Right now, Lewis Security Systems employed seven people.
Jackson, Lisa, plus five programmers who mostly preferred to work
from home, though they came into the office once a week for a
team meeting. But even with everybody working every waking hour,
they couldn’t keep up with the demand for their services. In the past
few years, he’d grown a reputation for creating unbeatable security
systems. Which was why he wasn’t only wearing damn suits to
meetings, but on the weekends he was in front of his laptop,
programming like the rest of them.
It didn’t give him a lot of time for anything else.
“If you give me a shortlist, I’ll do the first interviews,” Lisa
suggested. “After that, I’ll arrange for three of them to come and
meet you. It’ll take half a morning at the most. And think of all the
time it’ll save you in the long run. You need some free time. You’re a
man in his prime.” She shrugged.
He grinned. “Thanks. I think.”
“Seriously though, please look at them.”
“I will.” He promised. “Was there any other urgent calls?”
“Your mom.” Lisa grimaced. “She wants you to call her back. I
told her you were in meetings all day.”
Jackson sighed. “Did she say what she wanted?” Not that he
needed to ask. It was always about money. He had it and she
needed it. Theirs was the ultimate transactional relationship. He
wouldn’t be surprised if she started demanding mortgage payments
for the fact she’d rented him womb space thirty-three years ago.
“No, but I didn’t ask either. I cut her off, to be honest. Sorry.”
Lisa wrinkled her nose.
“You don’t need to apologize. She’s my problem, not yours.”
Lisa gave a huff. “Yeah well, mothers shouldn’t be anybody’s
problem.”
Maybe not. But Jackson’s mom had been trouble since she’d
walked out on him and his dad when he was ten years old. Since
then, she’d flitted in and out of their lives whenever she was bored.
Or whenever her bank balance dipped perilously low. It used to be
his father that she’d targeted, but thankfully now it was Jackson. He
could deal with her, he wasn’t sure his dad could.
“I’ll call her back some time.” Probably not before she called him
again. “Anything else I should know about?”
“Your friend Griff called. He sounded stressed, which is strange
for him.” She smiled dreamily. “He’s always so laid back. And
handsome.”
Jackson swallowed a laugh. He’d been best friends with Griff
since they’d started kindergarten. Along with their friends, Lucas and
Breck, they’d formed a tight gang of four, spending their summers
on the surf in Angel Sands, and their winters plotting how to get out
of school and spend even more time on the waves.
Nowadays, Griff ran a whale watching company in Angel Sands
and had recently become a father. Like Breck and Lucas, he was
happily coupled-up, leaving Jackson the only one who was single.
And happy that way, he might add.
“Maybe the baby’s keeping him awake,” Jackson said, making a
face at Lisa, who laughed. Griff and Autumn’s baby, Skyler, was
almost four months old now, but according to Griff she slept like a
newborn. Jackson took his word for it. He had no idea about babies
at all. Wasn’t planning on learning any time soon, either. He lost
enough sleep working, as it was.
Nope, being an almost-uncle to his friends’ kids was enough for
him. And now he was going to be a godfather, thanks to Griff and
Autumn’s request. He was still trying to work out why they’d chosen
him.
Maybe some puzzles were better left unsolved.
“Thanks,” he said, swallowing a mouthful of coffee. “I’ll call him
back now.”
Placing his cup on his desk – and narrowly avoiding the dark
liquid sloshing over onto some accounts he was supposed to
approve last week – Jackson picked up his phone and clicked on
Griff’s contact.
“Hey,” Griff’s voice was larger than life, like the rest of him.
“Thanks for calling back.”
“You okay?” Jackson asked him. “Lisa said you sounded
stressed.”
Griff laughed. “I’m not stressed. I just have a favor to ask.”
“Is it your laptop again? I keep telling you that thing belongs in a
museum. I can get you a new one at a discount any time.”
“Nah, the laptop’s fine. I only use it for email anyway. Autumn
does everything else on her computer.” While Griff ran a whale
watching company, Autumn owned the pier where it was based.
She’d bought it sight unseen, and moved to Angel Sands from New
York, surprising everybody, but most of all herself. And now she was
part of the gang, and Jackson was delighted his friend had found
someone so perfect to spend the rest of his life with.
“So it’s not the laptop.” Jackson grinned. “Please don’t ask me to
babysit. You know I’ll end up hurting somebody.”
Griff laughed. “Nope. You need to go through godfather boot
camp before I let you loose with my kid. I was just wondering if
you’re free on Saturday. Autumn’s sister’s flying in from New York,
but I’ve got a charter and Autumn’s supposed to be meeting with
the caterers for Skyler’s naming day. I was hoping you could head
over to the airport to pick Lydia up.”
Griff and Autumn had decided on a naming celebration for their
daughter, instead of a traditional christening. The ceremony on the
pier would be a chance for all their friends and family to officially
welcome Skyler into their fold. And of course, it was a great excuse
for a party. Not that they usually needed an excuse.
“Lydia’s coming early?” Jackson had only met Autumn’s sister
twice, but she’d made a big impression. She was like a whirlwind,
kicking up the dust of Angel Sands.
“She wants to spend time with Autumn and the baby. Says she’s
staying for just under two weeks. I’ll believe it when I see it.”
Another thing that fascinated him about Lydia. She never stayed
anywhere for long. Blink and you’d miss her. She had a good excuse,
being a travel consultant, but it didn’t stop him from being intrigued.
“Well, I’m happy to pick her up.” Jackson tried to push down all
the thoughts of the programming he had to do this weekend. He’d
just have to miss a night’s sleep or something. “Message me the
flight details and I’ll be there.”
“That’s great.” Griff exhaled loudly. “Autumn was panicking. She
needs to be at the pier for this meeting. And I can’t really turn down
the charter, it’s for a longstanding client.”
Griff cleared his throat. The silence that followed made Jackson’s
brows lift up. “There’s one other thing I want to ask you,” Griff finally
mumbled, as though he didn’t want to ask.
“What?” Jackson grinned at his friend’s reluctance.
“I know you wouldn’t, but just in case you’re thinking about it,
please don’t hit on her. She’s important to Autumn, and like a sister
to me. I know you have a thing for blondes, but not this one, okay?”
That’s what you got for letting your friends think you were
constantly playing the field. Like so many lies, it had started off as a
truth. After coming out of a long – and frankly toxic – engagement,
it’d felt natural to play the field and have a good time for a while.
After a couple of years, when his friends started to settle down, one
by one, it had become a good shield against their attempts to get
him to do the same.
‘Ember works with this great girl. She’s single, you should meet
her. Maybe we could double date.’
‘My cousin’s flying in from Atlanta next week. She saw a photo of
you and is interested. Do you want her number?’
‘You should really think about settling down with somebody.
You’re not getting any younger. Don’t you want a family?’
Yeah, well settling down was fine for his friends. But Jackson
knew how it ended. He’d had a ringside seat at the implosion of his
parents’ marriage. So he’d let his friends think he was a player. The
kind they definitely didn’t want to introduce to their sisters or
cousins.
And now here it was, biting him on the butt.
“I’m not going to hit on Lydia,” he promised, shaking his head.
Lisa let out a laugh, and he glared at her. She lifted her hands and
turned back to her laptop, but he could still see her shoulders
shaking.
He’d deal with her later.
An image of Lydia flickered into Jackson’s mind. He remembered
the way she looked the last time he’d seen her when she’d flown in
for Skyler’s birth. He’d been working from six in the morning until
ten at night that week, trying to put together a proposal for a total
security system for a company in White City, and he’d only managed
to see her briefly as he ran into the hospital to give Autumn and Griff
a baby gift.
Lydia had been sitting next to Autumn, holding her tiny niece in
her arms, her expression full of love as she stared down at the tiny
bundle. She’d looked up and seen Jackson, and her lips had broken
into a huge grin. In a different life, maybe he’d have flirted with her.
Seen what was there.
But Griff was right. He wasn’t dating material, and there was no
way he was going to enrage his best friend.
Jackson wedged his phone between his shoulder and ear,
switching on his laptop. “Send me the flight details and I’ll be there,”
he promised, again.
“Thanks, man.” Griff had the good grace to sound embarrassed.
“I appreciate it.”
After he ended the call, Jackson took a sip of coffee and opened
up his emails, wincing when he saw a hundred of them awaiting his
attention. He didn’t have time to think about Lydia Paxton, or
anything else for that matter. He had way too much work for that.
He’d pick her up from the airport, bring her home to Autumn and
Griff, and forget all about her. Because sometimes life was simpler
that way.
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