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

by Marie Force

  Syd stuck out her tongue at Jenny, and then Hailey stuck her tongue out and made raspberry noises that had both women laughing.

  “What’re you two teaching my daughter?” Maddie asked when she came in to sit with them.

  “Things she needs to know,” Jenny said, keeping her hands on Hailey as the baby pulled herself up to the coffee table.

  “Uh-oh,” Syd said, “she’s cruising.”

  “Yeah,” Maddie said. “That started this weekend.”

  This was said without Maddie’s usual enthusiasm for all things involving her family. Jenny exchanged glances with Sydney.

  “What’s wrong, Maddie?” Syd asked.

  “What? Nothing.”

  “Come on,” Syd said. “It’s us. We know you better than that.”

  “Nothing’s wrong. Really. Do you want something to eat yet? The others should be here soon.”

  “Maddie…”

  “It’s ridiculous in light of what you’re going through. It doesn’t even count as a problem.” Despite her words, Maddie’s eyes filled, and she turned her full focus on Hailey.

  “Tell us what’s wrong,” Jenny said. “You might feel better.”

  “It’s stupid, and I feel foolish for even being upset about it.”

  “Tell us anyway,” Syd said. She and Maddie had been friends since a summer job scooping ice cream during high school.

  “I thought I was pregnant. In fact, I was sure I was pregnant. And I’m not. See what I mean? What do I have to be weepy about? I have two perfectly healthy kids, and neither Mac nor I wanted to be pregnant again yet, so it doesn’t count as an actual problem.”

  “Sure, it does,” Syd said. “You’re sad that something you thought was happening isn’t.”

  Maddie closed her eyes and shook her head. “It’s crazy to be upset about not getting something you didn’t even really want in the first place.”

  “I think I actually followed that,” Jenny said.

  “Mamamamamama,” Hailey said, chewing on her fist as she teetered on new legs.

  “Mama is here.” Maddie reached for her daughter and hugged her close, despite Hailey’s efforts to get free.

  Laura McCarthy poked her head in the door. “Is this where the party is?”

  “Come in,” Syd said.

  Laura stepped through the door, followed by her fiancé, Owen Lawry, who carried Laura’s five-month-old son, Holden, in a car seat. “He’s not staying,” she said, using her thumb to point to Owen. “He wouldn’t let me drive myself or carry Holden, so I had no choice but to let him bring me over.”

  “We’re glad you’re here,” Jenny said, “no matter how you got here.”

  “She forgot to mention she’s been sick all morning,” Owen said.

  “Okay, too bad you gotta go now, honey,” Laura said, her hand on Owen’s chest as she steered him backward toward the door. She let him kiss her before she sent him out the door and shut it behind him. “He’s driving me batshit crazy.”

  “He’s worried about you,” Syd said. “We all are.”

  “I’m pregnant,” Laura said, “not dying. Although sometimes I feel like I might be dying.”

  “That’s got to be so miserable,” Jenny said, keeping an eye on Maddie, who was still wrestling with her emotions.

  “I’m sorry,” Laura said to Syd in particular. “I don’t mean to be bitching about being pregnant in front of you.”

  “You’re bitching about the sickness, not the pregnancy,” Syd said.

  One of the things Jenny loved best about Sydney was her endless empathy toward others, even after losing her husband and children so tragically.

  “What’s wrong, Maddie?” Laura asked.

  Jenny watched Maddie wipe tears off her cheeks.

  “Absolutely nothing. Nothing at all. I’m a hormonal mess today.”

  “And she’s a little disappointed, I think,” Syd said.

  Maddie shrugged. “Maybe a little.”

  “Oh,” Laura said, “so you’re not pregnant?”

  “Apparently not.”

  “I thought you didn’t want to be,” Laura said, her brows knitting with confusion.

  “I didn’t want to be.” Maddie sniffled as Hailey patted her face. “Until I wasn’t.”

  “You know that’s seriously messed up, don’t you?” Laura asked.

  “Yes! I get it. Believe me. Mac was having a total meltdown at the thought of me being pregnant again before we were ready to even talk about another baby. He’ll be thrilled to hear it was a false alarm.” Maddie wiped the tears off her face. “Anyway, enough about me. Let’s talk about Syd and how she’s going to be the next one to get pregnant.”

  “Don’t jinx me,” Syd said with a teasing grin.

  “I’m so sorry,” Maddie said, breaking down again. She handed Hailey to Jenny and got up to leave the room.

  Holding the baby, Jenny started to get up from the floor, but Syd held up a hand to stop her. “Allow me.”

  “Do you need a hand up?” Jenny asked.

  “Nope. I’ve got it.” Sydney moved slowly, but she rose to her feet and followed Maddie into the kitchen.

  “I’ve never seen Maddie like that,” Jenny said to Laura. “She’s always so upbeat.”

  “I know. It’s not like her.”

  Stephanie, Abby and Grace came in, carrying covered dishes and bringing laughter and noise and chaos, which required Jenny’s full attention as she tried to steer them away from the kitchen to give Maddie some privacy.

  “What’s going on?” Abby asked.

  “Maddie’s having a rough day,” Jenny replied. “Syd is with her.”

  “Hope everything is okay.”

  “I think it will be.”

  They arranged all the food on the dining room table next to the paper plates, napkins and plastic forks Sydney had provided. As they filled their plates, talk turned to their friend Janey Cantrell, who’d recently delivered her son two months premature in an emergency C-section.

  “I talked to Joe this morning,” Janey’s cousin Laura said. “P.J. is doing well and off the ventilator, which is a huge step forward.”

  “And how is Janey?” Grace asked.

  “Recovering slowly, but doing better every day,” Laura said. “The doctors told her she needs to take it very easy for a month or so until she’s fully recovered. She lost a lot of blood.”

  “She’s so damned lucky to be alive,” Stephanie said. “They both are.”

  “No kidding,” Laura said. “I can’t even think about what happened without feeling like I’m going to break out in hives or something.”

  Grace patted Laura’s arm. “It’s better if you don’t think about it.”

  “Imagine your ex-fiancé saving your life—and your child’s—the way David saved them,” Stephanie said. “What a crazy scenario for all of them.”

  “Thank God David was right there when she had the emergency and knew what to do,” Grace said.

  “Seriously,” Jenny said. “A stroke of luck for sure.”

  Maddie and Sydney came into the room and greeted the new arrivals. “Sorry to be such a basket case today,” Maddie said. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. “I feel like such a jackass for bawling all over you guys. Blame it on the hormones.”

  “No apologies needed,” Laura said. “We all have those days. I feel like all I do lately is cry and puke. It’ll be a miracle if Owen shows up for our wedding.”

  “Oh, shut up,” Stephanie said, laughing. “He can’t wait to marry you.”

  “I can’t imagine why. I’ve done little more than breed and puke since he’s known me.”

  “Apparently,” Sydney said dryly, gesturing to Laura’s rounding belly, “you’ve done a few other things, too.”

  Jenny cracked up laughing along with the others and helped Hailey as she made a huge doughy mess of the roll she’d chosen from the table.

  “I’m so sorry to dump and run,” Maddie said as she took a seat on the floor next to Jenny
and Hailey. “Have you gotten to eat yet?”

  “We’re doing just fine, aren’t we, Hailey?”

  “Mamamama.” Hailey dropped the doughy mess on the floor and reached for her mother, dragging handfuls of wet bread into Maddie’s hair.

  “Wow,” Jenny said. “She moves fast.”

  “Why do you think I require two showers per day?” Maddie asked, cuddling her daughter close.

  “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine. Today is about Syd. I feel terrible making it about me.”

  “You didn’t. We all support one another. It’s what I love best about living here.”

  “Yes, we do,” Maddie said. “And we’re so glad you’re here with us.”

  “I am, too,” Jenny said, humbled as always by the genuine friendship she felt among this group of women and the men they loved. “So have Tiffany and Blaine resurfaced yet after their big day?”

  “I heard she was seen briefly at the store yesterday,” Maddie said. “My mom and Ned asked to keep Ashleigh and Thomas for another night to give the newlyweds some more time to themselves. They can’t go away this time of year, so I guess they’ll take an official honeymoon in the fall.”

  “You know,” Jenny said, “we never got to have a shower for her because the whole thing happened fast.”

  Maddie’s eyes widened with interest. “You’re right!”

  “Who’s to say we can’t do it after the fact?”

  “Absolutely no one, and how funny would it be if we bought her a bunch of stuff from her own store?”

  “Hilarious! I’d be happy to have it at the lighthouse. We could do it out in the yard.”

  “Did the lawn finally get cut?”

  Jenny felt like her face lit up like a neon sign at the mention of grass cutting. “Just today, in fact.”

  “Hey, you guys,” Maddie said to the others. “Jenny just had the best idea. How about a bridal shower for Tiffany, complete with stuff from her own store?”

  “Oh yeah,” Stephanie said. “I’m digging that.”

  They spent the rest of the afternoon on Syd’s back porch, planning the shower for the following weekend while enjoying the sunshine and company of good friends. Syd’s dog, Buddy, was in the middle of everything, as was Hailey. While they all took turns holding Holden, the laughter and conversation never lagged.

  “God, I needed this,” Grace said as the party finally broke up around five. “I feel like all I do is work.”

  “Welcome to summer on Gansett,” Stephanie said. “I’m off to the restaurant for another wild Saturday night.”

  “Oh, I forgot,” Grace said. “I’m supposed to tell you that Evan and Owen are playing at the Tiki tomorrow night, and they want us all to come.”

  “We are so there,” Abby said.

  Everyone else agreed they were long overdue for a group night out at the Tiki Bar. They hadn’t done that yet this summer.

  Most of them had plans that night with their husbands, fiancés or boyfriends and were off to shower and change. Jenny remembered what it was like to have a regular Saturday-night date and missed being half of a couple. But she certainly didn’t begrudge her friends their hard-won happiness. Each of them had been through the fire to get to where they were today, and they deserved all the good things life had to bring them.

  However, as she drove away from Syd’s house, Jenny couldn’t help but be a tiny bit envious of what they had to go home to when she was on her way back to the empty lighthouse for another night alone.

  Chapter 3

  Twelve hours after his day began, Alex drove onto the grounds of Martinez Lawn & Garden, where the retail store was closing for the night. Sharon, the young woman they’d hired to run the store for them this summer, waved to him as he went by. She’d been a total godsend to him and Paul as they managed the landscaping end of the business along with their mother’s increasingly complicated medical situation.

  He drove into the huge aluminum building where they kept their equipment and stowed the trailer, not bothering to remove the mower, since they’d be back out bright and early in the morning. Alex, who wasn’t usually required to cut grass, was helping to work through the backlog and get back on schedule before they lost most of their landscaping customers.

  He’d forgotten what an ass-kicker it was to ride the mower all day in the broiling sun, especially this week in the midst of the worst heat wave in recent history. Leaving the “barn,” as they called the equipment shed, Alex eyed the house with wary trepidation. What would he find when he got there? Would his mother be awake or asleep for the night? Would his brother be agitated from dealing with her and generally out of sorts?

  Alex hated not knowing what to expect, and he hated that he hated his life with an unhealthy passion. He’d had a great life in DC, including a job he’d loved, good friends as well as softball and basketball leagues he’d played in for years. But then came the call last fall from his brother, letting him know that their mother’s forgetfulness had become something much bigger, and he couldn’t handle it all on his own any longer.

  In the course of two weeks, Alex had quit the job he’d loved, sold his townhouse and moved home to Gansett Island. And now he was back to cutting grass twelve hours a day and coming home every night to a host of challenges he’d never expected to face and was completely unequipped to manage.

  The toot of a horn caught his attention. How long had he been standing in the doorway to the barn, staring at the house and dreading what he had to face there? Speaking of godsends… He waved to David Lawrence and his girlfriend, Daisy Babson, as they pulled up the driveway and parked outside the house.

  Alex and Paul never would’ve survived the last year without David guiding them through the medical maze surrounding their mother’s dementia. And Daisy had been a gift from above since his mother walked away from their home and landed in a rocker on Daisy’s porch in town.

  “Hey, guys,” Alex said, going over to greet them.

  “Hey, Alex,” David said. “I’ve got good news. I heard back from two of the agencies on the mainland with potential candidates for the nurse position. One of them is very anxious to move to a new place, but the other said she’d need to see it first.”

  Alex released a deep breath that he felt like he’d been holding for weeks. Help was on the way. “When can we meet them?”

  “I brought their emails and résumés with me so you and Paul can take a look. I figured if you like what you see, we can arrange something as soon as they can get here.”

  “That sounds great. I can’t thank you enough for your help.”

  “I’m happy to do what I can. I think this’ll be a great solution and will allow you to keep your mom safely at home while giving you and Paul some breathing room.”

  “That’d be nice. Air has been a bit hard to come by lately.”

  “I bet it has.”

  “How’s your mom been today?” Daisy asked. “I brought her some of the perfume she admired last night.”

  “I haven’t seen her since this morning. I just got home. Come on in. I know she looks forward to your visits.” And in another of the ultimate ironies of his life of late, his mother lit up with pleasure every time she saw Daisy, whom she’d met just a few weeks ago, but often seemed surprised to realize her own sons were now grown men. “I don’t know what we’d do without the ladies from the church who stay with her while we’re at work. And they cook for us, too. Everyone has been so amazing.”

  Alex’s throat closed around the lump of emotion that settled there when he thought of the way the island community had rallied around his family in their time of need. While he wouldn’t have chosen to move home, he was thankful for the warm embrace of their longtime friends as he and Paul managed the daily crisis their lives had become.

  “That’s Gansett for you,” Daisy said as they walked up the stairs to the sprawling ranch house where Alex and Paul had grown up. “Everyone is always willing to lend a hand.”

  “Daisy!” Mari
on cried when the three of them came in the door. “I’m so glad to see you!” She hugged Daisy as if she hadn’t seen the young woman in weeks, when in fact it had only been twenty-four hours since Daisy’s last visit. She’d been incredibly faithful to his mother since their inopportune meeting.

  “I’m glad to see you, too. Your hair looks lovely. Did you have it done today?”

  “I don’t know. Did I have it done today?”

  “Yes, Mom.” The strain around Paul’s eyes and mouth were indicative of a difficult day. “Chloe was here this afternoon.”

  “I did have it done today.” Marion patted her gray curls lightly. “Chloe came from town. My George always tells me to get my hair done, because he knows how much I enjoy it. He’s so good to me that way.”

  “Let’s go outside on the porch.” Daisy extended her arm to Marion. “I know how much you love the heat.”

  “I do so love it. I’m always cold.”

  Yearning for the coldest shower in the history of cold showers—for more reasons than one—Alex watched them go. His mother’s constant insistence that his father was still alive was just another on a long list of painful things about her illness. Losing their father to cancer ten years ago had been among the worst things Alex and Paul had ever been through, and to hear her talk about him like he was still alive was a constant reopening of an old wound.

  While they went out of their way not to talk about it, Alex knew it affected his brother just as profoundly.

  David filled Paul in on the news about nursing applicants. Alex provided beers for all three of them while they pored over the résumés and emails from the two women. One of them disclosed in her email that she had a young son and was looking for a fresh start for both of them.

  “Does your cottage have room for two people?” David asked, referring to the guesthouse they were making available to whomever accepted the nursing position.

  “There’re two bedrooms,” Paul said. “So that wouldn’t be an issue. How soon can we get them over here?”

  “That’s up to you,” David said. “I’ll make myself available whenever you want me to meet with them.”

  “That’s really good of you,” Alex said. “I know we’ve said this a million times, but we never would’ve gotten this far without your help and support.”