Gansett Island Boxed Set Books 1-16 (Gansett Island Series)

by Marie Force

  “Is that your phone?”

  “Yeah. Third time in fifteen minutes. I’d better get it.” By the time he disentangled from her, he’d begun to worry about his family as he pulled the phone from the pocket of his jeans. He glanced at the caller ID and saw his lawyer’s name. “Hey, Rick. What’s up?”

  “Glad you finally answered.”

  “Sorry, I was sleeping in.”

  “Must be nice.”

  He glanced at Abby in the bed, eyes closed, lips plump and swollen from passion and dark hair spread out on the pillow. “It’s very nice.”

  “We’ve had a somewhat major development in your case.”

  Hoping Abby would go back to sleep, Adam took the phone into the bathroom and closed the door. “What’s that?”

  “Sasha resigned last night. The board has reached out to you with a letter of apology and an invitation for you to return as CEO. They’ve set a meeting for four o’clock today, and they’d like you to be there. This is moving very quickly, Adam. We’ve got them right where we want them, and this is your chance to return on your own terms. I got the sense that they’re prepared to move forward with other management if you’re not interested.”

  Adam listened to Rick and tried to absorb it all. Sasha had left. The company was his for the taking if he wanted it. Did he want it?

  “If you don’t wish to return, and part of me wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t, they still have to buy you out, and they know it. So the ball is totally in your court.”

  The events of the last two weeks raced through his mind like a movie on fast forward—Sasha’s betrayal, the loss of his company, the accident that had nearly claimed the lives of his brothers, meeting up with Abby on the ferry and the time they’d spent together since then, culminating in a night of incredible passion.

  He thought about how he’d started CSI in his living room with a friend who’d taken a better offer soon after. Adam had moved forward alone and turned the company into a multimillion-dollar enterprise through years of hard work and dedication. Then he recalled how it had been taken from him in the course of one unbelievable afternoon.

  “Adam? How do you wish to proceed?”

  Images from the night with Abby flashed through his mind like an erotic movie, muddling his brain and complicating what would’ve been an easy decision only a few days ago.

  And then, in a moment of utter clarity, Adam knew exactly what he needed to do. It was so obvious it made him laugh to think of how foolish he’d been to think there was anything else he could do.

  “Let them know I’ll see them at four.”

  “I’ll meet you there.”

  With his decision made, Adam took a shower and got dressed. When he was ready to go, he sat on the bed and ran a hand from Abby’s shoulder, down her arm to grasp her hand. He leaned in to kiss her cheek and then her lips.

  She came awake slowly, her eyes fluttering open. When she saw him looking down at her, she smiled. That warm, sweet smile confirmed that he was doing the right thing. “You’re all dressed.”

  “I have to go to New York for a meeting about the company later today.”

  Her smile faded, and her brows furrowed. “Has something happened?”

  “Apparently, Sasha has resigned and the board has invited me to return on whatever terms I set forth.”

  “That’s amazing, Adam. I hope you plan to make them grovel a bit.”

  “Of course I will.”

  “I’m happy for you.”

  With his hands flat on either side of her, he gave her a lingering kiss. “Want to come with me?”

  “I wish I could, but Laura is counting on me to get the store open. Janey and Joe are looking at one of Ned’s places today, so I’ll hopefully be moving into their current house soon. I’ve got to get my stuff out of my parents’ basement. Lots to do here.”

  “I know.” He kissed her again. “I’ll call you.”

  “No,” she said. “Don’t call. Let’s not make promises we can’t keep. It was lovely. I enjoyed every minute we spent together, but let’s not make it into something it’s not. You’ve got your life in the city. My life is here, and I just can’t do another long-distance relationship. Not even for you.”

  “Abby—”

  She touched her fingers to his lips. “Please. Don’t say it. Go back to your life. I’ll be okay. I promise.”

  “Don’t sleep with strangers,” he said with a teasing grin that didn’t match the dismay he felt at leaving her.

  “I won’t. You’ve ruined me for casual sex.”

  “That was my goal.”

  She reached for him, and he went willingly into her sweet embrace.

  His lips brushed against her neck, making her tremble. “Don’t let anyone ever try to convince you that you aren’t perfect exactly the way you are.”

  “Adam,” she said with a sigh.

  He held her for a long time, longer than he’d intended to. “I’ll be back.”

  She shook her head. “No promises.”

  He cupped her face and kissed her one last time. “Take care.”

  “You, too. Fight for what’s yours.”

  “I fully intend to.”

  As the door clicked shut behind him, Abby put both hands over her mouth to muffle her sobs. She wanted to chase after him, to beg him not to go, to tell him she loved him. But she’d done all that before and couldn’t do it again, even if she already loved him more than she’d ever loved Cal or Grant.

  Everything was different with him. It had taken only a few days to know that for certain. From that very first encounter on the ferry, it had been different. He had been different.

  “God, you’re such an idiot,” she whispered through her tears. “All your declarations that you’re done with men, and you let this happen? How did you manage to make everything worse in only three days?”

  If there were a prize for world-class losers in love, Abby would have to be a contender for first place.

  Though her inclination was to stay in bed all day and lick her wounds, she dragged herself into the shower. Every inch of her body ached from the night of exquisite passion. As the hot water pounded down on her, she let the tears flow freely, determined to get them out now and then get on with it.

  She’d done enough crying over men for one lifetime. She’d never forget the time she’d spent with Adam, but it was over now, and she would survive. Somehow, someway, she’d get through this the way she’d gotten through all the other setbacks. She spent extra time on her makeup to cover the damage left by a mostly sleepless night as well as the ravages of tears and had just finished drying her hair when a knock sounded at her door.

  She resented the burst of excitement of wondering if he might’ve come back. When she opened the door, she found Janey rather than Adam in the hallway and tried to mask her disappointment.

  “Come in.”

  Red-faced and breathing hard after hauling her pregnant self up the three flights to Abby’s room, Janey sat on the edge of the rumpled bed. “We didn’t get a chance last night to talk about you and Adam.”

  The words struck Abby like a shot to the heart. There was no her and Adam. Not anymore. “There’s nothing to tell.” Abby kept her tone light to hide the heaviness weighing on her heart. “We got tattoos, hung out, had some fun. He’s on his way to the city today. Back to work where he belongs.”

  “My brother Adam got a tattoo?”

  “A map of Gansett on his arm.”

  “Where’s yours?”

  Abby held out her leg for Janey to inspect.

  “I love that. It’s gorgeous.”

  Pleased by her friend’s response, Abby said, “I love it, too.”

  “Did it hurt?”

  “Like a mother-you-know-what.” Swearing would never, ever come naturally to her, no matter how hard she tried.

  “I hadn’t heard he was leaving.”

  “Apparently, he didn’t know either until he got a call this morning about a meeting this afternoon.
”

  “You’ve been crying.”

  “Maybe a little, but I’m okay. Did you and Joe look at the house?”

  Janey nodded. “Ned had us over there first thing. We loved it. It’s perfect. It even has a fenced-in yard for the puppies.”

  Relieved that Janey hadn’t pursued the subject of Adam any further, Abby said, “Where is it?”

  “About a mile from Mac and Maddie’s. That was definitely a selling point.”

  “So you’re going to buy it?”

  “I think we will. Why rent when we’ll need a permanent residence here eventually?”

  “True.”

  “My place is all yours at the end of the month.”

  “That soon?”

  Janey rested her hand on the baby bump. “We don’t have much time to waste if we want to be settled by the time Junior makes his or her debut.”

  “Can’t blame you. I’ll help you move.”

  “I won’t say no to that.” Janey held out a hand to her. “Why do I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me?”

  Abby took her hand and sat next to Janey on the bed. “There’s nothing to tell. Honest.”

  Janey gave her the best hug she could with the baby in the way. “I’m so happy to have you home again, but I’m sorry about the circumstances.”

  Abby closed her eyes and absorbed the comfort that only an old friend could offer. “I’m very happy to be here.” That would be true if it was the last thing Abby ever did.

  Over the next few weeks, Abby threw herself into getting the store open in time for the start of the season. She helped Maddie and Laura plan a baby shower for Janey and Joe, and spent time with her parents, who had plenty to say about the tattoo.

  Abby let them go on about the dangers of needles and the permanence of tattoos, but every time she looked at the pretty purple flower she felt proud of herself for trying something new. The tattoo served as a permanent reminder of a lovely few days when everything had felt possible again.

  By the time she moved into Janey’s house on the first of June, her parents had thankfully run out of things to say about the tattoo. They helped her move and unpack boxes she’d left at their house when she went to Texas. She’d expected to open those boxes again after she and Cal were married and she sent for her things at home.

  Her parents seemed to recognize that Abby was going through a difficult time and took a break from asking questions about her plans. As far as they knew, she was mourning her breakup with Cal, and she said nothing to disabuse them of that notion. She was grateful for their help and their company, and left it at that.

  On the first night in her new little house, she was in bed when her phone chimed with a text just after midnight.

  You said I couldn’t call. You never said I couldn’t text. I want you to know I miss you, and there isn’t any other way to tell you.

  Abby smiled as she read the text, her heart racing with excitement.

  The phone chimed again.

  I hope you’re behaving and staying out of the bars.

  Don’t you dare write back to me, do you hear? If you do, that might mean we’re having some sort of long-distance relationship…

  …and you don’t do those anymore. So I will say goodnight. Sleep tight.

  And did I mention I miss you?

  By the time the flurry of texts stopped coming, Abby was laughing and crying and smiling—and absolutely dying to write back. She wanted to ask how things were going with his business. She wanted to know if he’d been reinstated or if he was still fighting. She wanted to know everything that had happened since she last saw him and to tell him everything that had happened to her.

  But she didn’t write back. She’d set the rules and she had to stick with them or risk losing more than her heart this time around. At times, it felt as if her very sanity was at stake. So she didn’t write back. Rather, she read and reread the texts he’d sent at least a hundred times before she finally fell asleep.

  Abby worked long hours at the store getting ready for the opening and took on a part-time job helping Laura at the registration desk. She went out of her way to stay busy so she wouldn’t have time to think about Adam, except for late at night when the day was done and she had nothing but time to think about every minute they’d spent together and indulge in yet another reread of the texts he’d sent more than a week ago now.

  Laura came down the stairs to relieve Abby after a three-hour shift at the front desk. “Here I come. Sorry I’m late. Holden was fussy and didn’t feel like eating on my schedule.”

  “No problem,” Abby said. “I have nowhere to be tonight.”

  “Thanks for rolling with my crazy schedule.”

  “It’s been fun helping out.” Abby gathered up her purse and backpack full of paperwork related to the store. She was about to leave when the need to ask the burning question that kept her awake at night stopped her from moving forward.

  “Is everything okay?” Laura asked, tuning into Abby’s hesitation.

  “Could I ask you something?”

  “Sure. Anything you want.”

  “Have you heard whether Adam was able to regain control of his company?”

  Laura’s eyes went wide. “You haven’t heard?”

  Abby shook her head. “I haven’t spoken to him since he left.”

  “I thought you two…”

  “We were. Past tense. I can’t do the long-distance thing again. I just can’t.”

  “I can see why you feel that way. From what I heard from my Aunt Linda, the ex-girlfriend is out, and the board of directors reinstated Adam. He got the company back.”

  “That’s wonderful,” Abby said sincerely, even though her heart was breaking. He’d be staying in the city where he belonged. It was a good thing she’d ended things with him when he left. In light of this development, that had been the right thing to do.

  “If you think it’s wonderful, why do you look so sad?”

  Abby forced a smile as she shrugged. “It was fun while it lasted.”

  “Aww, honey.” Laura hugged her. “I’m sorry it didn’t work out.”

  Abby returned the embrace. “You’d think I’d be used to things not working out by now.” Nothing that came before had hurt as much as this did. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

  “Will you be okay?” Laura asked.

  “I’m like a cat. I always land on my feet.”

  The analogy made Laura laugh as she waved to Abby. Outside, the soft spring night seemed to almost mock her misery with its fragrance and beauty and the promise of lovely warm days to come.

  She took her time walking home, grilled some salmon for dinner and ate in front of the TV. After dinner, she took a bath and was immersed in bubbles when her phone chimed with a text. As she lunged for it, water sloshed over the sides of the tub. She had the forethought to at least dry her hand before she grabbed the phone.

  I’m thinking about how you looked floating naked in the moonlight, and I’m hard as a rock.

  I dream about you every night. I can smell you and taste you and then I wake up alone, and I’m crushed. Devastated. Demolished.

  Don’t do it. Don’t write back. Not unless you mean to never stop writing back. Do. Not. Do. It.

  By the time Abby absorbed his words, a puddle had formed around her feet and it took every ounce of willpower she could muster not to write back. Maybe if she hadn’t known he got back his company she could take the risk. But now that she knew he planned to stay in the city, she couldn’t. She just couldn’t get any more involved with him than she already was.

  She grabbed a towel, her movements jerky as she wrapped it around herself. Torn by what she wanted more than the next breath and what she knew was best for her, Abby sat on her bed and stared at the phone for a long time, hoping to find the wherewithal to protect her battered heart from more agony.

  And then it chimed again, making her startle with surprise and elation.

  I forgot to tell you. In my drea
ms, your dark hair is spread out on the pillow and we’re making love like we did that last night. I’ve relived that night over and over and over again.

  I’ll never forget that night. I’ll never forget any of it. I have a tattoo to remind me of you every time I look at it. Mine is starting to heal. I hope yours are, too.

  Don’t write back. Unless, of course, you think about me as much as I think about you… Unless you might have the fortitude for one more long-distance relationship… I’ll understand if you don’t. But I’ll always wish you did.

  Abby never slept that night. As the hours wore on, her resolve began to weaken and the need to write back became nearly desperate. When her alarm went off at seven, she hit snooze four times before she dragged herself out of bed and into the bathroom where she was confronted with the mess she’d made the night before.

  Her heart was heavy as she went through the motions of showering, telling herself over and over again that she was doing the right thing. Her life was here. His was there. And as much as she loved him, she couldn’t do the long-distance dance again. Not even for him.

  Emerging from the shower, she pushed through the hair drying and straightening ritual, even though exhaustion clung to her every movement. In the time it took to dry her hair, she decided that if he texted again, she’d either have to write back or change her phone number.

  The store opened with much fanfare the first Saturday in June. It had come together exactly as Abby had hoped, part practical, part whimsical and very much in keeping with the tradition of Abby’s Attic. Practically everyone she’d ever known on the island came in that first day to welcome her back, including Grant and Stephanie.

  They greeted her with warm hugs.

  “Congratulations,” he said while Stephanie poked around the store. “It’s even better than the original.”

  Abby thought so, too, but he was the first to say it out loud, which she appreciated. “Thank you. It’s nice to be back in business. How’ve you been?”

  “Better.”

  “Glad to hear it.”

  “I’m sorry things didn’t work out with Cal, but it’s nice to have you back on the island.”