Protecting Summer

•Chapter 6•

{Author's Note: Summer's church outfit above}

"Summer!"

Summer groaned and finished applying her makeup. She smoothed her soft pink dress and slipped her stockinged feet into a pair of tall leather boots.

"Summer!"

"What, Evan?" Summer called from her bedroom as she zipped up her boots. Sunday mornings at the Bowen house were crazy. Someone always needed Summer's female assistance.

Evan peeked his curly head through the door. "I need you."

"For what?" She asked looking around for her scarf. She spied it atop her dresser.

"My tie?" Evan held up a plain green tie.

Sighing, she wrapped her scarf around her neck and walked out into the hall. She took his tie and wrapped it around his white button up. "What are you getting so dressed up for, Evan?" Evan's face reddened. "Or should I say for who?" Summer said quietly and chuckled.

"Just tie the tie" Evan spat.

Summer shook her head. She was often reminded how much she loved her brothers and how she'll do anything for them. "There. Mighty handsome." She patted his chest and moved past him.

"Summer!" Daddy's door opened and Summer turned on her heel. "Does this match?" He wore a brown knit suit with a cream shirt and black dress shoes.

She chuckled and placed her hands on her hips. "Your shoes are black. Wear your boots and don't forget a tie."

"Thanks, baby girl." Her father winked and stepped back into his room at the front of the hall.

Without fail, her name was called. "Summer, come quick!" Jack bellowed from the living room.

"What?" She walked down the hall and skipped down the steps and into the living room. Jack stood in front of the TV. The TV's 40 inch screen flashed blue and made a nonstop ear piercing hum. "Turn it off!"

"I don't know how!" Jack held three remote controls out to Summer. Summer grabbed one and pushed a few buttons. The blue screen instantly flashed back to cable.

"Brush your teeth. Your breath smells like death." She tossed the remotes on the couch and walked into the kitchen.

"Morning." Logan greeted her. "Do these pants need ironed?" He lifted his brown brows and looked down at his khakis.

Summer opened a cabinet door and took out a coffee mug. "No they look fine. You look nice." She said, pouring black coffee into a pottery mug.

Logan smiled and went over to the fridge. "Thanks. So do you. I want to leave for Regina as soon as church is out, so you can ride in my car with us if you want? Or just follow me?"

Summer laughed and took a sip of her coffee. "I'll just follow you." Logan's car was always full of stuff or smelled like old McDonald's food.

Logan laughed as he poured himself a glass of milk and gulped it down. "I'm pretty excited."

Summer chuckled and playfully rolled her eyes. "Yeah, it's not like you see Hope everyday."

Hope Washington was Logan's girlfriend. She worked part time at the mill running the weigh office. So, the couple saw each other often.

Hope and Summer had been good friends for awhile. The Washington family went to the same church as the Bowen's and didn't live too far from them either.

Hope was a little older than Summer, so she was like an older sister to her. She was her voice of reason when life with the Bowen men got crazy. Hope was sweet natured and loving. Soft spoken and downright beautiful. She and Logan made a good match. Summer wouldn't have paired them any better.