The Carpenter’s Bride
Getaway Bay Romance, Brides & Beaches Romance, Book 6
Elana Johnson
Contents
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Sneak Peek! The Paramedic’s Second Chance Chapter One
The Paramedic’s Second Chance Chapter Two
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Chapter One
Lisa Ashford tucked her hair behind her ear and looked down at her to-do list. Nearly everything had been crossed off, as she’d been bustling around the office for the past several hours.
Only one item remained, and she’d been putting it off for a reason. But the company’s spring barbecue sat only hours away now, and someone needed to approach Hope for the keys to the van so they could get all the food loaded up.
Shannon had organized the company party for a couple of years now, but this new spring barbecue had fallen to Lisa, as she had the fewest brides getting married this summer and fall. Organizing a barbecue played right to her strengths, and she hadn’t minded calling around to find the perfect location—the private pool on the twenty-sixth floor at the Sweet Breeze Resort and Spa, thank you very much—ordering food, making invitations, and designing a theme.
In fact, all of that made Lisa’s soul sing. But getting budget approvals from Hope had been the bane of her party planning, and the owner of Your Tidal Forever ruthlessly questioned everyone who wanted to use one of the company vans as if they’d be taking the ugly mom-vehicles on joyrides.
A flash of a smile touched Lisa’s lips at the same time she wished she owned a mom-vehicle. Then she’d be a mother, something she wanted very badly. But her dating luck seemed to have run out years ago, despite everyone’s reassurances that she’d find the perfect guy for her.
She’d tried the singles app that had matched a lot of people on the island of Getaway Bay in recent years, but she only found more guys looking for a good time or unwilling to commit. Or maybe they didn’t like blondes. Whatever it was, she’d deleted her profile as a New Year’s resolution, and she’d resorted to more traditional methods of finding a man.
Which meant she hadn’t been out with anyone in four months. The only men she came in contact with were already married or about to be. Didn’t leave her much room to get someone’s number.
Steeling herself, she tugged down the hem of her blouse and clicked her way down the hall to Hope’s office. The woman had been working less and less the past few months, and Lisa actually wondered if she was getting ready to sell the company. Maybe she was sick. Something. Hope wasn’t the same as she’d been, Lisa knew that.
Shannon already sat in her office, and Lisa was glad for the buffer. “Excuse me, Hope?” she asked. “We’ve got everything ready for the barbecue tonight, and I just need keys to the van to get things loaded up.”
“Sure.” Hope gave her a weary smile and opened one of her desk drawers. “Just one set?”
“Yes,” she said as Shannon rose from her chair. She took the keys and handed them to Lisa as she joined her near the door.
“Have fun,” Hope said, looking back down at her appointment book.
“Are you not coming?” Lisa asked, true surprise moving through her.
“I am,” Hope said, glancing up again. “But I’ll be a little late.”
“Oh, okay.” Lisa didn’t know what else to say. She’d worked with Hope for a decade now, and she would’ve liked to have been better friends with her boss. But she wasn’t, and she had the keys, so she turned and left the office.
Shannon came right on her heels, murmuring, “She and Aiden are having some problems.”
Instant regret about her somewhat poisonous thoughts hit Lisa. “Oh, that’s too bad.” She paused at the door of Shannon’s office. “You’re still helping me with the setup, right?”
“Yes, let me put on my jeans and change my shoes.”
Lisa wished she’d thought that far ahead. Hope liked everyone in the office to be dressed to the nines, and the dress code was actually something Lisa liked. She loved cute dresses and skirts, brightly colored tops, shoes with jewels on them, and jewelry. Oh, the jewelry. She probably owned a hundred bangles, and she was always looking for more.
Her shoes today were wedges, and she’d be fine carrying in napkins wearing shoes like that. They did have ribbons, which made her happy. And besides, she’d just stop at the front desk and ask for the bell service to bring out a cart to load everything on to.
Several minutes later, she and Shannon filled the van with cases of soda, paper products, and decorations. The Happy Hamburger was providing all of the food, and they’d have their own people deliver it only fifteen minutes before the party began.
“Ready?” she asked as Shannon tossed in the last package of paper plates.
“So ready,” she said. “This spring has been brutal, hasn’t it?”
“Only for you,” Lisa said.
“Losing Riley has been hard,” Shannon said as she started for the passenger door. Lisa got behind the wheel and buckled her seatbelt, a wail of missing for her best friend pulling through her. If she’d known Shannon was talking about how brutal things were personally, then yes, this spring without Riley had been terrible.
“I know,” she said, because Riley had left Your Tidal Forever four months ago. Left Lisa to deal with her bad dates on her own. Left the island in favor of working as the manager for her boyfriend’s band.
Lisa didn’t blame her; if she had a rich, celebrity boyfriend who’d offered her a dream job, she would’ve taken it too.
She just missed her best friend. She had other friends at the office, of course. But they had boyfriends or husbands, and Lisa felt like she was suffering in silence.
She navigated the traffic in East Bay, finally getting on the one road that went over to Getaway Bay, where the resort was. After pulling into the valet circle, she let Sterling open her door, giving him a bright smile.
“Heya, Sterling,” she said.
“Miss Lisa,” he said, the tips of his ears turning bright red. She half-liked his reaction to her, and half-disliked it. She didn’t want to intimidate men, and he’d never asked her out. Maybe she should just ask him.
“We’re going to need one of your fancy carts,” she said, still toying with the idea of leaving this party with a date. “And Howie from The Happy Hamburger is bringing our food in forty-five minutes.”
“I’ve got it on the schedule,” he said. “I’ll call Paul for you.” He stepped over to his podium and picked up the phone while Shannon opened the back of the van.
Lisa thought about picking up a package of plastic forks—she could carry something upstairs—when a man said, “Evening, ladies. Need some help?”
“Wow, that was fast,” L
isa said, turning. She expected to see someone from the resort there, a cart at the ready.
She found Cal Lewiston.
Tall, broad, bearded Cal Lewiston.
Her breath caught and her pulse skipped. “Hey,” she said, her thoughts moving from Sterling to Cal. “What are you doing here?”
“There’s a barbecue tonight, right?” He looked puzzled as he met her eyes and then let his gaze slide behind her to the van.
“Yeah, but not for another hour,” Lisa said, appreciating his stature, all those muscles…. Why hadn’t she thought of him as a possible date? He owned his own carpentry business on the island, but Your Tidal Forever did a ton of contract work with him.
“Oh, well, I guess I’m early.” He grinned at her, and that so wasn’t fair. Maybe Lisa’s brain had been fried because of all this party prep. Maybe she just hadn’t seen Cal for a while. Maybe she was just so incredibly lonely, or she hadn’t been out with a man in so long, or something, that she couldn’t seem to look away from the handsome lines of his face. That strong nose, that square jaw, those deep, dark blue eyes.
The hair on his head and face was a lighter brown, and he ran one hand along his jaw in what appeared to be a nervous tic.
“All of this?” another man asked, and Lisa jumped. The real bellhop had just arrived, and thankfully, Shannon answered for her. She stepped out of the way as Cal and Paul started loading everything from the back of the van onto a cart, and then they all rode up to the twenty-sixth floor together.
A couple of hours later, Lisa stood to the side of the soda table, her third diet cola in her hand. The barbecue had been going well enough. The food had arrived. Everyone from Your Tidal Forever had too—including Hope and her husband Aiden. He worked as a photographer for the company, and Lisa didn’t detect any strain between them.
People were changing into their swimming suits, but Lisa hadn’t brought one of those either. In the next moment, the music started, just as Owen, the general manager here at Sweet Breeze, had assured her it would. Six o’clock, on the dot, she thought, glad everything was running smoothly.
Everyone seemed to have someone they were talking to, especially since plus-ones had been encouraged for this company party. As the seconds ticked by, Lisa felt more and more like disappearing. She, of course, had not invited anyone to come with her. Sure, she had a cousin somewhere on the island, but it wasn’t like she was besties with her.
Both of her sisters lived on Oahu, and one was married and the other was probably on a hot date with her very serious boyfriend. She could call them, but they wouldn’t be able to do anything. So Lisa was alone. Always alone.
Then her eyes caught on Cal.
He sat at a table by himself, a glass of bright pink lemonade in front of him. He hadn’t brought a plus-one either. Without thinking, Lisa started toward him. With every step, her heartbeat pulsed faster and faster. What was she even going to say?
He lifted his drink to his lips and swallowed, the movement in his throat somehow making the temperature of Lisa’s blood go up.
“Hey,” she said when she arrived. The song switched to something slower, and she blurted the first thing that came to her mind. “Do you want to dance with me?”
Cal looked up, pure surprise in those gorgeous eyes. He didn’t answer immediately, which only made Lisa more nervous. She reached for his drink and drained the last couple of swallows before setting it back on the table. “I promise not to step on your feet.”
He tracked every movement, something playful sparking in his eyes. “All right,” he said, standing up.
She wasn’t sure if that was a good all right or a pity one. In this moment, it didn’t matter. She wasn’t going to stand on the sidelines during the social hour of this party. And she couldn’t leave early.
“Great.” She turned away from him, cursing herself for this dance invitation. What if the man had a girlfriend? Surely he did, because a male specimen as good-looking as him didn’t stay single for long. Maybe he just hadn’t invited her to this party. Maybe she’d had to work. So many maybe’s, and Lisa actually wanted to turn off her brain.
“Watch out,” someone called. Maybe Cal. Maybe not.
Lisa flinched, not really sure what she was supposed to watch out for. A basketball hit her in the hip, and she felt her leg buckle.
A cry came from her throat as she tipped, and she only had enough time to realize what was happening before she toppled right into the swimming pool.
Shock coursed through her, though the water wasn’t cold, and she came up sputtering. Her hair. Her makeup. Her dangly earrings.
Her clothes.
Lisa sucked at the air, pure humiliation filling her, and filling her, and filling her. It was fine. She’d just get out of the pool and dry off somewhere no one would find her.
“You okay?” a man asked, and Lisa just nodded, still trying to catch her breath and hide at the same time.
“I got you,” Cal said, reaching down and hauling her out of the pool as if she weighed nothing. “After all, you owe me a dance.”
Chapter Two
“I might need a raincheck,” Lisa said, making Cal Lewiston’s nerves fray again.
He wouldn’t follow through on a raincheck, and everything in him wanted to dance with this woman. Surprisingly.
Dripping wet or not, she was the most beautiful woman he’d encountered in a while. Truth be told, he hadn’t even thought about asking a woman for a date in a very long time. A very, very long time.
“Let me get you a towel.” He kept one hand on her elbow as he guided her over to the huge stack of towels in a bin near the gate. He hadn’t brought his swimwear either. He’d been thinking about quietly slipping away from this party before Lisa had shown up and finished his drink and asked him to dance.
His daughter would be home in an hour, and Cal liked to be there when Sierra arrived. That way, he knew her boyfriend hadn’t stayed for too long, and he knew what they were doing. Cal didn’t like his fourteen-year-old daughter with a boyfriend at all. Sierra barely seemed capable of getting to school on time and finishing her homework at night, let alone managing a relationship with a boy two years older than her.
Or maybe that was just Cal who’d been having a hard time with his relationships. He only had the one with his daughter to worry about, and that was difficult enough.
Lisa Ashford said something about being fine, but Cal grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her shoulders anyway. She clutched the ends of it and looked up at him through her eyelashes, almost like she didn’t want to commit to making true eye contact.
“Thank you,” she said.
“Sure thing,” he said, glad he still knew how to talk to a pretty woman. “The song is over, but we can still dance.” The music coming from the speakers set high above the pool wasn’t anything Cal had ever heard before, and it certainly wasn’t something romantic he could dance to. Hold Lisa close. Smell that perfume.
Of course, now she radiated the scent of chlorine, and Cal felt a moment of pity for her.
“I’m going to go get dried off,” she said, taking a step past him.
He wanted to get confirmation of a raincheck, but before he could say anything, the building shook. Everything went silent for a moment, and Cal’s heart dropped to his toes and rebounded back to his chest.
“Was that an earthquake?” someone asked, and a few people moved over to the edge of the building. The wall there was much too high to see very much—Cal had already looked earlier. The building swayed slightly, and he seemed to remember reading about this building as it was under construction.
His eyes met Lisa’s, and she looked afraid. “I think they built this building to sway a little in the wind,” he said.
“It’s not windy,” she said just as the music from the speakers muted.
“All guests need to move immediately to the sixth floor and above,” a man said over the public intercom. The words echoed down below Cal, clearly going out to everyone on the b
each too. The most popular beach on the island.
“All people can take shelter in Sweet Breeze. Use the stairs. All elevators will be disabled. Everyone needs to get to the sixth floor or above.”
A general cry rose up from the ground below, and Cal couldn’t help moving to the wall as well. Lisa joined him, and they could see people scattering.
“It had to be an earthquake,” Lisa said, and Cal immediately looked out to the ocean.
“And a tsunami warning,” he said, almost a whisper. His blood ran cold.
Sierra.
She was supposed to be at the library with Travis. Where would they shelter? He reached for his phone and tapped to call his daughter, his heartbeat firing in his chest with the speed of an automatic rifle.
The line had rung once when tsunami siren started, filling the air with a chilling wail. “Let’s get inside,” he said, reaching for Lisa with his free hand and towing her away from the side of the building.
Everyone had the same idea, and Cal and Lisa joined the stream of people from Your Tidal Forever trying to get inside.
“Guests on the sixth floor and above, please open your rooms to those coming in from the beach. All restaurants, theaters, museums, and guest rooms should be cleared on floors one through five.” The announcements continued, and Sierra didn’t answer her phone.
Cal’s panic doubled, and he quickly tapped out a message to his daughter. Tsunami. Get to high ground or above the fifth floor of a building. I’m at Sweet Breeze. Twenty-sixth floor. Where are you?
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