دانلود رمان انگلیسی “تابستان مخفی ما”

Raffo parked the car in front of the garage and cut the engine, silencing the music she’d been belting along to. She inhaled deeply and examined the house in front of her. Connor wasn’t the kind of person who understated things—quite the opposite—but that’s exactly what her best friend had done with this property. It looked vast and luxurious from the outside, more like a year-round home than a weekend getaway place. She got out of the car and stretched her limbs. Raffo hadn’t stopped on the road from Los Angeles to Big Bear Lake. It was only a two-hour drive and she just wanted to go-go-go. Away from LA and Mia and their open relationship that had failed so spectacularly, it might be funny if it didn’t hurt so damn much. The temperature dropped several degrees at this elevation, a welcome relief from LA’s smoggy summer heat. Raffo grabbed her backpack from the car. She’d fetch her suitcases and painting materials after she’d explored the inside of this swanky house she’d be occupying for a while. It was up in the air exactly how long—as long as it took, she guessed—but Connor had told her she could stay as long as she wanted. The property belonged to his mother who was on a spiritual ‘Eat-Pray-Love journey’—Connor’s words—through Europe and she wouldn’t be using it this summer. Raffo walked to the front door and put the key in the lock. As soon as she opened the door, her gaze was drawn to the massive windows overlooking the lake. Oh yes, this would do nicely. Raffo might have to go on her very own spiritual journey to get her groove back, but she didn’t have to travel all the way to Europe for it. A two-hour drive might be all it took. When she was able to look away from the magnificent view, she scanned the living area. There was a half-full glass of water on the coffee table and the couch cushions were propped together at one side, as though someone had recently rested their head on them. And was that a used coffee cup on the kitchen counter? “Hello?” Raffo shouted. Was Connor playing a prank on her? He was supposed to be on the way to New York to visit his long-distance boyfriend, but maybe it had just been a ruse. But why would Connor want to stay here with her when Raffo had been sleeping in his spare room for the past month? No answer came. Still, it was becoming glaringly obvious that someone was staying here. Maybe there had been a mix-up. Maybe Connor’s mother had rented the place out for the summer while she was in Europe. Surely Connor had checked with her whether Raffo could stay here? Raffo advanced farther into the house. “Anyone here?” she yelled, a little louder this time.