by Marie Force
She snuggled into his embrace. “You’d better be nice to me.”
“I have a feeling that being nice to you is going to be very easy to do.”
Abby smiled, pleased with him, with their day so far, and filled with anticipation about what else might happen before the sun went down.
Chapter 10
Every day Ned Saunders went home after the eleven o’clock ferry arrived to check the mail—and to have lunch with Francine. Lately, the mail was the more important item on his agenda. Surely any time now the letter they were waiting for would arrive, and he and Francine could get busy planning the rest of their lives.
As he drove his cab toward home, Ned grappled with growing frustration. It’d been almost two weeks since Bobby Chester had agreed to file for divorce from his ex-wife Francine, who also happened to be the love of Ned’s life.
When was Bobby going to come through with the papers? Ned had personally seen to it that Bobby had Francine’s new address, and he’d hired Dan Torrington before the boat accident to make sure Bobby kept up his side of the deal they’d made when he insisted on spending time with Maddie and Tiffany before he would file. That had happened two weeks ago, so what was the delay?
Since Dan was down with his injuries, Ned didn’t want to bug the guy, but the waiting was making him crazy. Francine, on the other hand, was matter-of-fact about it, telling him every day that it would happen when it was meant to. Whatever that meant. If the papers didn’t arrive soon, Ned was going to the mainland to have yet another conversation with Bobby. Enough was enough already.
Francine said they had everything they needed. A piece of paper, she claimed, wouldn’t change anything. They rarely disagreed, but he didn’t agree with her this time. That piece of paper would change everything. It would make her his wife. It would make her and her girls and their children his family. He wanted that more than he’d let on to her or anyone. He wanted it more than he’d ever wanted anything.
With his heart pounding, he slowed the cab and approached the mailbox at the end of the long driveway leading to the home he shared with Francine. He pulled open the mailbox and saw a large brown envelope that filled him with excitement. Was this it? At long last…
When he saw the return address from a lawyer’s office in Providence, he let out a happy shout. “Halle-freaking-luia!” Mail in hand, he hit the gas and flew down the dirt road, skidding to a stop in the yard where Francine was on her knees planting impatiens in gardens that had suffered from years of neglect before she moved in with him.
“What in the devil has gotten into you, old man?” she asked as she stood and rubbed her hands together to rid them of dirt. She missed the streak of mud on her cheek, which only made her more adorable to him.
He bounded out of the car, waving the envelope over his head. “Deeeeevorce papers, baby doll!”
Her mouth fell open, and she gasped. “Really?”
“Would I lie to ya? Open ’em up! Let’s get ’em signed and back on the afternoon boat!” He took her hand and tugged her inside. “I’m hearin’ wedding bells a’ringin! Want me ta open it?”
Her hands were clutched in a nervous pose that tugged at his heart. The poor gal had been through the wringer with Bobby Chester, especially lately when he insisted on spending time with their girls before he’d initiate the divorce. Francine had hated asking that of her daughters, but they’d done it for her. “Please,” she said. “Go ahead.”
Ned tore open the envelope and scanned the letter from the lawyer. Divorce papers and something else, too. “Well, I’ll be goddamned.”
“What? What is it?”
“The bastard set up college funds for the grandkids. Twenty-five thousand bucks each.”
“You’re kidding me.”
Ned handed her the letter and the paperwork detailing the trust funds that had been established in the names of Thomas and Hailey McCarthy as well as Ashleigh Sturgil. The lawyer had noted that funds would also be established for any future grandchildren. Envelopes addressed to Maddie and Tiffany had been enclosed.
Francine shook her head as tears filled her eyes. “Finally,” she whispered. “He finally came through for them.”
“Aww, honey, don’t cry. You know I can’t stand it when ya cry.” He put his arms around her and patted her back awkwardly. He never had any idea what to do when she cried. Luckily, it didn’t happen very often. She was tough as nails, his gal, and it took a lot to break her.
“I’m sorry,” she said, sniffling and wiping her face, which made mud of the dirt on her face.
“Come ’ere, doll.” He took her over to the sink, wet a paper towel and wiped her face, showing her the results when he was done.
She laughed through her tears. “God, I’m a mess.”
“Yer my mess, and I love ya.”
“I can’t believe he did this.”
“About time, doncha think?”
“Yes, for sure.”
“Ya gotta tell the girls.”
She nodded.
“Invite ’em for dinner. I’ll stop at the pier and get some lobstas. We’ll make a night outta it.”
“You don’t have to do that, Ned.”
He tipped her chin up and kissed her. “I want ta. We still got some a them chicken nuggets that Thomas likes?” He pulled open the freezer door and rooted around, looking for the chicken the boy loved. “All gone. I’ll get some a that, too, and them apple juice box thingies for Ashleigh.” Turning to her, he stopped short when he found her watching him with a smile on her pretty face. “Whatcha looking at, doll?”
“You.”
“What’d I do now?”
She came over to him and rested her hands on his chest, looking up at him with that soft, sweet expression that turned his insides to pudding. Whenever she looked at him that way, the thirty-plus years he’d spent without her melted away, and he was right back in the throes of first love. “You’re a wonderful father and grandfather, and we’re all so very lucky to have you.”
“Oh, well…” Ned couldn’t believe the tears that filled his eyes, too.
“That’s mighty nice a ya to say, doll.”
“I mean it, and I love you, too.” She kissed him, her hands framing his face in a tender caress. “What do you say I sign those papers so you can send them back on the boat this afternoon and we can get busy planning our wedding?”
“I think that sounds like the best idea ya ever had.” He kissed her again, lingering a bit this time. Her sweet kisses made him as crazy for her now as they had when they first met. “Do ya think it would be okay if we put them papers on the late boat?”
“I’m sure it’d be fine. Why?”
He waggled his brows at her. “I got celebratin’ on my mind.”
“Is that right,” she said with a grin. “Anything in particular?”
“Come with me, and I’ll show ya.”
Carolina spent the morning trying to work on some new designs for her jewelry, but ended up staring out the window at the bird feeder while her pencil dangled between her fingers. At times like this, she wanted to go back to the peaceful days before she met Seamus, before she discovered he had feelings for her that he’d gone out of his way to keep to himself for a long time after they first met.
She wanted to go back to last fall, to the night they’d spent together at Joe’s house on the mainland, before she’d known what it was like to be held by him, to be loved by him. Surely she’d been better off not knowing. This, she decided, was a form of purgatory she never could’ve imagined. Knowing he was out there, just a few miles from her, wanting all the things she’d tried to tell herself she didn’t need anymore…
She’d been alone a long time after her husband, Pete, died in an accident when Joe was only seven. After the initial shock of losing her husband so suddenly had faded somewhat, she’d settled into a life that was short on excitement but fulfilling nonetheless. She’d had her son, her work, her friends, a home she loved here on the island and another she’d kept for years in Co
nnecticut until she decided to move back to the island permanently.
Everything was fine until he came along and turned her well-ordered life upside down, tempting her with a taste of what might be possible if only she had the courage to take a chance. Instead, she’d freaked out over what people might think and driven him away, probably for good this time.
How many times was he supposed to keep coming back for more of her special brand of punishment? How many times could she hurt him before he stopped wanting her? Before he stopped loving her.
That last thought finally broke her. Tears ran down her face, landing in a puddle on the paper that had been intended for new designs. The pencil landed on the desk as she dropped her face into her hands, letting the despair wash over her.
This whole thing was her fault. She never should have let him tempt her. She’d known from the very beginning that he was too young for her, but that hadn’t stopped her from walking straight into the flame of his love, knowing all the while she would surely get burned. And now that she knew what it was like to be with him, to be loved by him, to be consumed by him, how could she resist the life he offered? How could her mouth continue to say no when her heart and soul said yes, yes, yes?
She couldn’t continue to say no, because living without him now would be impossible. She’d learned to live without Pete because she hadn’t had a choice. Living without Seamus would be her choice, and she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t make that choice and go on with her life as it had been before. That was no longer possible. He’d seen to that with every word, every smile, every gesture, every time he called her “love” and stopped her heart.
Before the thoughts had been fully processed, she was up and moving, reaching for keys like a blind woman in the dark and rushing from the house without her purse or a care to what she must look like after the sleepless night.
Somehow she managed to drive into town without killing herself or anyone else, arriving at the ferry landing and parking outside the office building where he worked when he was on the island. It hadn’t occurred to her that he might not be there, that he might be on the mainland, working in his other office. It hadn’t occurred to her that he might be captaining one of the boats or off getting something to eat. If he wasn’t there, she’d wait for him. He’d come back eventually, and she’d be waiting.
She rushed into his office, stopping short when she saw that he was there but not alone.
When she burst into the room, her son stood—tall, blond, handsome and concerned. “Mom? What is it? What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?”
Carolina, who’d put her son at the center of her life for more than thirty years, looked past him now to the man behind the desk whose small smile told her he knew exactly why she’d come. “I’m fine, honey,” she said haltingly. “I…I need to see Seamus, if that’s all right.” She tore her gaze off Seamus and looked up at Joe. “I’m sorry to interrupt.”
Joe looked at her quizzically. “It’s no problem. We were done. Call me later?”
Nodding absently, Carolina returned her focus to Seamus, who waited patiently, as if he had all the time in the world to hear whatever she’d come to say.
Kissing her on the cheek, Joe stepped around her and left the office, closing the door behind him.
“You’re giving your poor son fits, love.”
That lovely Irish brogue made her heart sing with joy. “I know. I’m a terrible mother.”
Laughing, Seamus came around the desk to embrace her, encouraging her to rest her head on his shoulder. “You’re one of the best mums I know.”
Carolina expelled a great sigh of relief when she realized he wasn’t going to send her away. He wasn’t going to tell her that she’d finally succeeded in changing his mind about her. Rather, he ran a soothing hand up and down her back.
“How’re the hives?”
“Itchy, but the oatmeal helped.”
“I’m a first-class arse for leaving you when you were feeling poorly.”
She looked up at him, her determination fueled by the beauty of his face, the lyrical lilt of his brogue and the love he’d shown her from the start. “And I’m a first-class fool for letting you think I give a rat’s arse about what anyone thinks of us.” His eyes widened at her unusually forceful statement. “I don’t care, Seamus. I don’t care anymore about anything other than being with you. If people don’t get it, I don’t care.”
She had barely finished the statement when he was kissing her madly, deeply, holding her so tightly she could barely breathe.
“Ah, love, Joe’s not the only one you’ve given the fits to,” he whispered against her lips before he went back for more.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, clinging to him. “I never meant to make you wonder if I felt the same way you do.”
“I never wondered about that, love. Not for one second. I worried that you weren’t going to give yourself permission to take what you want, but I never wondered if you loved me as much as I love you.”
“I do. I love you just as much.”
“I know.” He brushed the hair off her face, studying her intently, seeming to take inventory.
Carolina tried not to think about how scary she must look.
“Did you sleep at all?”
She shook her head. “Can’t you tell? You?”
“Not a wink.”
“And strangely you look as good as ever while I’m—”
“Beautiful.”
She snorted with disbelief. “You must be in love.”
“Completely, totally, absolutely and forever in love.”
Was it possible for a grown woman to actually swoon? “Seamus,” she said with a sigh.
He gathered her in close to him, and when she rested her head on his chest, she could hear the steady beat of his heart. “Yes, love?”
“Are you almost done working?”
“I can be.”
“Will you come home with me to stay?”
“There’s nothing I’d rather do.”
Relieved and overwhelmed to have made a decision once and for all, she held on tight to him for a long time before she took his hand and led him from the office.
Joe walked away from the ferry landing, unsettled by the sight of his mother so broken up. Wondering what was transpiring between her and the man Joe had hired to run the ferry business while he was in Ohio, he walked aimlessly without a destination in mind.
It had taken a few days to wrap his head around the idea of his mom with a guy who was only a couple of years older than him. At first, he’d been shocked and slightly outraged to think that maybe Seamus had taken advantage of Carolina’s loneliness to forward his own agenda.
Almost as soon as Joe had that thought, however, he’d been ashamed of it. Seamus had never been anything but upstanding and reliable. He’d made it possible for Joe to be with Janey while she was in vet school without having to worry incessantly about the business his mother’s late parents had left to both of them.
Hands in pockets, head down, Joe nearly collided with someone on the sidewalk. He was muttering an apology when he looked up and realized it was Mac. Joe let out a laugh. “Sorry, man. Not paying attention to where I’m going. What’re you doing in town?”
“Finishing up the gift shop at the Sand & Surf and in need of coffee. Want to join me?”
“I could definitely use more coffee.”
“It’s on me. Let’s go.” On the way through town, Mac said, “Not working today?”
“I had the early run to the mainland. Got another round-tripper at the end of the day.”
They wandered into the South Harbor Diner, landing in their usual booth that overlooked the ferry landing and busy downtown. Rebecca, the owner of the diner, greeted them with steaming mugs.
“Nice to see you guys,” she said. “Been a while.”
“Too long,” Mac said with a smile for Joe.
Before Mac and Maddie moved out of her apartment in town, Mac and Joe had met for coffee most m
ornings when Joe was on the island. But things changed. Time passed. Life got in the way.
“So why were you walking through town with the weight of the world on your shoulders?”
“This thing with my mom and Seamus…”
“Ah, I see. I wondered what you thought of it, but I couldn’t exactly ask you last night in front of them. So you don’t approve?”
“It’s not that. He’s a good guy. He’s been a lifesaver for me since we moved to Ohio. I couldn’t be there without him taking care of things here.”
“But?”
His oldest and best friend knew him as well as anyone, except for maybe Janey. “I worry about her getting hurt.”
“A reasonable concern.”
“She was alone a long time.” Joe took a drink of his coffee, savoring the taste and the aroma as well as the comfort of a lifelong friend who was also now his brother-in-law.
“And she belonged only to you all that time,” Mac said, raising a brow.
“It’s not that.”
“Not even a little bit?”
Joe stared down at his mug. “Maybe a little.”
“You’re not losing her, Joe. You know that.”
“I know, but it’s… It’s weird, I guess, to see her getting involved with someone after all this time. And that he’s basically our age. It’s weird.”
“Probably will be for a while and then, like you being married to my baby sister, you get used to it and it doesn’t seem so weird anymore—well, until my baby sister gets knocked up, and then it’s all kinds of weird again.”
Joe laughed his ass off. Mac had such a way with words. “Let’s hope my fifty-six-year-old mother doesn’t get knocked up.”
“Now that, my friend, would be weird.”
Joe held up his coffee cup in agreement. “I don’t know if I’ve said this out loud or only thought it, but I’m so damned glad you didn’t die last week.”
“Aww, thanks.” Mac blinked back mock tears. “I’m touched. Really.”
“All kidding aside, I have no idea what we would’ve done without one of you, let alone all of you.”
“Believe me, I had a lot of hours in the water to think about where my brothers were and whether they were okay. And to think about Maddie and my kids…” Mac shook his head as if he couldn’t bear to go there.
