A Return For Ren (Blossoms #4) Read Online Natalie Ann

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Blossoms Series by Natalie Ann

Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)

Zara Wolfe had her heart broken when her high school sweetheart said she wasn’t the one for him. They wanted different things in their lives and Mystic couldn’t be the place he’d live his life. She’d tried to move on but wondered if every guy she’d dated was being measured on the stick of her first love. Now he has returned and wants a second chance and she has to decide if she’s strong enough to go down that path again.
Ren Whitney had no intention of staying in Mystic and taking over the family marina. His father and he butted heads enough that at nineteen he waved his middle finger in the air and vowed never to return, which of course meant breaking the ties with Zara. With his father gone and his life being thrown an unexpected curveball, he realizes home and family are what he needs and prays he can get Zara to forgive him and find what they once had again.



“Get your butt out of bed and to the marina,” Ryan Whitney said in his normal sarcastic tone.

Ren turned his head to look at his father. He was exhausted, as he’d just gotten to sleep a few hours ago. “I was doing my homework all night,” he said firmly, then flopped his head back down.

“You’ve got all weekend to do it so I don’t know why you have to stay up on Fridays. I think you were just playing games on the computer like you always do. I need your help today. There is a lot going on,” his father said with his hands on his hips.

Ren turned to look and saw it was barely seven. Jesus. He’d only been sleeping four hours tops.

“Ryan,” his mother said, coming to stand in the doorway of Ren’s bedroom. “Ren needs to do his schoolwork first. We’ve always said that. If he was up all night doing it then it was so he could help you at the marina without worrying about assignments. But he needs his sleep. Go to the marina and he’ll come down later. How many times have we talked about this?”

“Thanks, Mom. I just need a few more hours,” Ren said, his eyes on his mother who always came to bat for him.

“All you ever do is sit in front of that damn computer and tinker. You always say you are working on a program, but I think you’re playing games. And now you’re complaining you’re tired. When I was your age I was up every weekend at six and pulling my weight and staying until closing. Then I’d go out with my friends and get a few hours of sleep and still be ready to go the next day. Your generation is nothing but lazy.”

Ren ground his teeth. He wasn’t playing games. He was writing code. He was developing software and designs. It was an advanced class he was taking through the local community college that his mother encouraged. His father would never understand.

“It’s not games,” he said between his clenched teeth, and threw the covers back. He’d never get back to sleep at this point anyway. “Just because you can barely figure out how to open your email doesn’t mean I sit in here to avoid going to work. I know what I need to do. As Mom said I was trying to get it out of the way so you didn’t bitch to me for not paying attention at work because my mind was on school.”

“Don’t get wise with me,” his father said. “That job you work at is what is paying for all these classes you’re taking. A complete waste of time if you ask me. I need you at the marina.”

“It’s only a waste of time because it’s not what you want,” he snapped back. “The sooner you get out of my room, the sooner I can shower and get to work.”

“Ren,” his mother said. “Don’t be nasty.”

“Dad is,” he said back.

His mother sighed. “Ryan, go. Get to work. Ren will be there as soon as he’s ready. We’ll talk about this tonight like we have so many other times.”

His father turned and left, his mother staying. They heard the door slam. “Why doesn’t he understand I don’t want to be there?”

“I’m trying to get through to him,” his mother said. “It’s a family business. He took it over from his father. He thought you would do the same.”

“It’s not what I want,” he said. He could barely step foot on a boat without feeling as if his stomach was going to roll around and spit out his mouth. That wasn’t the worst of it though. His father and he were like oil and water. They didn’t mix at all and never would. Why would he want to work with a guy that didn’t understand him and belittled him with every other word?