Gansett Island Boxed Set, Books 1-16

by Force, Marie

  “That may be true, but the only option I seem interested in is standing right in front of me.”

  She released a deep sigh that told him he had a long way to go in convincing her that his intentions toward her were honorable and suddenly long-term. Of course, the nagging voice in the back of his head that reminded him he was due back in LA in a week’s time put a damper on that thought.

  “I’ve got to get back to work.” She gestured toward the takeout counter and then pointed to the computer. “And so do you.”

  “Do you mind if I make a file on your computer to take notes?”

  “Have at it.”

  Grant’s blood zinged through his veins as the challenge of a new story awaited him.

  “Are you getting a buzz?” she asked, smiling up at him.

  Amazed by her insight, he said, “How’d you know?”

  “Your eyes just got all bright and excited, the way they do when…” She gestured for him to fill in the blanks.

  Grant barked out a laugh and drew her in close to him. “The way they do before I come?” he whispered in her ear, pushing his hips against hers.

  “Yeah,” she said breathlessly. “Just like.”

  “Shit,” he growled. “You’ve got me all hot again.”

  “Doesn’t take much.” She slapped him on the ass and pulled away from him. “Get to work, stud. I’ll take care of your other problem later.” With a saucy wink, she sauntered off, leaving his tongue practically hanging out of his mouth.

  Slumping into his chair, he willed his sudden, raging erection into submission. Damn, she was hot, and damn she turned him on so fast and furious he barely stood a chance when she was anywhere near him.

  What might she be like, he wondered, without the weight of the world on her slim shoulders? Determined to find out, he fired up her computer and dug in.

  * * *

  Stephanie wondered if Grant knew that his lips moved when he read or that he talked to himself when he was writing, two rather endearing qualities. Oh, who was she kidding? All his qualities were endearing.

  She had to tear her gaze off him and get back to work on the food inventory she needed to complete so she could get the order in for the next week. As she added, subtracted and multiplied on her calculator, her thoughts were full of him. For so long she’d wondered what it might be like to be in love. Now she knew the emotions were all-consuming.

  She wanted to spend every minute of every day with him and every night wrapped in his arms. She wanted to hear his every thought, share his every dream and do everything within her power to make him as happy as he’d made her.

  And more than anything, she wanted to believe that he felt the same way about her. Wouldn’t that be nice? When she realized she was once again staring at him, she let out a deep sigh and tried to focus on the spreadsheet that needed her undivided attention for at least thirty more minutes. Then she could ogle to her heart’s content.

  Ten minutes later, she’d lost the battle and was staring at him.

  “Quite a sight, isn’t he?” Linda McCarthy asked with a knowing smile on her face. “He reminds me so much of his father at that age. I remember standing right about where you are,” Linda said, gesturing to the takeout counter where Stephanie had laid out her paperwork so she could surreptitiously watch Grant.

  Apparently not surreptitiously enough.

  Stephanie was mortified to have been caught gawking by the man’s mother, no less—and her boss!

  “Big Mac was working on the docks,” Linda continued, “and I’d be in here serving up chowder and donuts, hoping he’d pop in to say hello at some point.”

  Even though she was embarrassed, Stephanie was curious, too. “Were you dating then?”

  “Oh lord, no. We’d been married five years by then with Mac underfoot and Grant on the way.”

  Astounded, Stephanie said, “And you were still hoping for a glimpse of him.”

  Linda leaned in close to whisper. “I’m still hoping for a glimpse of him.” She grinned. “Nearly forty years later.”

  “That’s so sweet,” Stephanie said with a sigh. “I’ve never known anyone who’s been married that long.”

  “Well, it’s not always sunshine and roses, but most of the time it is.” Linda’s smile faded a bit as if she was recalling something unpleasant. “It’s been a bit rough since his injury.”

  “I’m sure that’s been very difficult, but to know you’re still in love after all these years, well…” Stephanie searched for the words she needed.

  “What, honey?” Linda asked with the same kindness she’d shown her since they met last winter in Providence.

  “It gives me hope.” Stephanie hadn’t had much use for the word “hope” in her life, but suddenly she was filled with it. That Grant’s friend might be able to get Charlie a new trial, that Charlie might one day be released, that she and Grant… It was probably best that she not get ahead of herself where he was concerned.

  Linda placed her hand over Stephanie’s. “We all agree that he seems quite smitten with you. It might be okay to allow for a tiny bit of hope.”

  Startled, Stephanie forced herself to meet Linda’s gaze. “You really think so?”

  Linda nodded. “Personally, I think you’re very good for him. You call him out and keep him on his toes.”

  “Abby didn’t do that?” Stephanie asked, making an effort to keep her tone casual and not too interested.

  “Abby’s a doll—an absolute doll, and we love her. But she didn’t challenge him the way you do. I think he needs that.”

  “What’re you up to, Mother?”

  With a conspiratorial smile for Stephanie, Linda turned to her son. “Not a thing, darling. I’m simply here to invite the two of you to dinner tonight.”

  Grant looked around his mother to Stephanie. She nodded to let him know she was willing if he was.

  “Okay,” Grant said cautiously. “What’s the occasion?”

  “No occasion, my suspicious son. Just dinner.”

  Grant rolled his eyes. “Dinner with an ulterior motive for dessert.”

  “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Linda said with a breezy wave on her way to the big garage doors that opened the restaurant to the pier. “I’ll see you both after work.”

  “Bye, Mom.”

  “Bye, Linda,” Stephanie said. “And thank you.”

  Grant got up and stretched. As he came toward her with a predatory look in his eye, Stephanie planted her feet and lifted her chin, letting him know she couldn’t be intimidated.

  “Why are you thanking my mother?” He put his arms around her and squeezed her ass. That was all it took to make her want to crawl all over him. She settled for resting her hands on his muscular chest.

  “Because she invited me to dinner. Why else would I be thanking her?”

  “Maybe because she butted in and took your side against me? She likes doing that kind of stuff.”

  Stephanie would’ve giggled at his laser-sharp insight, but his lips had found the spot on her neck that drove her mad. It had taken him no time at all to figure out just how and where to touch her to ensure maximum results. She should probably be worried about how easy she was where he was concerned, but with his lips working their magic on her neck and his hands gripping her ass, she couldn’t be bothered with worrying about much of anything.

  “Is it later yet?” he asked gruffly.

  Stephanie took his hand and led him back a few feet so she could reach up to untie the drop-down board that would render the takeout counter closed.

  His eyes lit up with unrestrained lust. “Are we closing early?”

  “Looks that way.”

  “Let me grab your computer from the table.” He darted out to the dining room and was back in two seconds flat, putting the computer on the counter. “Now, you were saying?”

  She smiled at his childlike glee and stepped into his outstretched arms, holding on to him and the hopeful feelings he inspired in her. Maybe… J
ust maybe…Wanting to show him how much he’d come to mean to her, she tugged at the button to his shorts and pushed them and his boxers down, freeing his erection.

  Using both hands, she stroked him and ran her thumbs through the pearly fluid that suddenly appeared at the tip.

  He tightened his grip on her ass. “Steph…” His eyes were closed, his lips parted and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat.

  She loved rendering him helpless with desire. “Sit up here,” she said, patting the countertop.

  His eyes popped open. “Seriously?”

  Nudging him, she encouraged him to do as she asked. After he reluctantly raised himself onto the counter, she bent her head to take him into her mouth.

  “Oh, God,” he whispered, his fingers tightening into a fist in her hair as he sucked in a sharp deep breath. “God.”

  Stephanie opened her throat to accommodate him and lashed at his shaft with her pierced tongue, knowing he loved the combination. The second time, she squeezed his balls, too.

  He held out for a long time before he finally bucked his hips, moaned and flooded her mouth. “Holy shit,” he said through gasping breaths.

  She stood up straight and was pulled into a deep, possessive kiss. “You’re amazing, and you blow my mind.”

  “That’s not all I blow.”

  Grant laughed and cupped her face, looking at her with a curiously intense expression on his handsome face.

  “What?” she asked, unnerved all of a sudden.

  “Just looking.”

  She took the opportunity to look her fill, too. Would she ever get enough of his superbly beautiful face, the dark hair, the gorgeous blue eyes? Probably not. As they drank each other in, Stephanie felt a subtle shift take place between them. What had begun as a casual fling during a tropical storm had turned into something much more significant. When she could no longer stand the intensity that arced between them like a live wire, she diverted her gaze and rested her head on his chest.

  “You okay?” he asked, stroking a hand over her head and neck before kneading her shoulders.

  She nodded, unable to speak over the riot of emotions storming around inside her. With her hands propped on his hipbones, she breathed in his scent, committing every detail to memory for the inevitable day when they’d go their separate ways.

  “I’ll never look at this counter the same way again,” he said drolly.

  Of course she laughed at that, which relieved some of her tension. She wondered if that’s why he’d said it.

  All at once, he hopped off the counter, pulled up his shorts and reached for her, lifting her and curling legs around his hips. “We’ve got time for a nap before dinner at my parents’ house.”

  “Do we?” she asked with a smile, crossing her hands behind his neck.

  Nodding, he said, “Plenty of time to even the score.”

  “What score is that?”

  “The orgasm score. I owe you one.”

  Laughing as he walked them into her room, Stephanie knew she’d never love anyone the way she loved Grant McCarthy. This was the all-consuming, last-forever deal his parents seemed to have, and the greedy little girl who lived inside her wanted the same thing with him that they had. For now, though, she’d take what she could get and file away the memories to sustain her when it was over.

  Chapter 21

  Forgetting all about Bobby Chester, Ned flew around the counter but wasn’t quick enough to keep Francine’s head from cracking against a shelf on the way down. Adrenaline coursed through him as he cradled her head in his lap, patted her cheeks and prayed for her to come to.

  “Francine, honey, wake up. It’s okay. Whatever’s going on, we’ll handle it together. Just wake up.”

  A crowd gathered around them. “Should I call the rescue?” Mrs. Gold asked.

  “Give ’er a minute. She’s had a shock.” Ned wanted to shoot himself for dropping the news about Bobby on her without a warning. Any suspicion he’d had that Francine invited her ex-husband to the island was gone after seeing her reaction to the news that Bobby was here.

  It seemed like a lifetime passed before her eyes finally fluttered and opened. “Wh-what happened? What’re you doing here?”

  Ned realized how badly he’d bungled this. “I, uh, I came to tell ya—”

  “Oh, God,” she said, her eyes closing again. “Bobby.”

  “Yep.”

  “What’s he doing here?”

  “I was kinda hopin’ ya might know.”

  She looked up at him, her eyes full of genuine concern. “I didn’t ask him to come, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

  “Pardon me,” Mrs. Gold said in her nasally New York accent. “Could we maybe take this soap opera elsewhere?”

  Ned scowled up at her. To Francine, he said, “Do you think you can get up?”

  “Of course I can.” She pushed his helping hands away and pulled herself up. When she swayed, his hands on her shoulders steadied her.

  “Take it easy, doll.”

  “Yes, Francine, take it easy,” Mrs. Gold said. “Go on home. I’ll cover the rest of your shift.”

  “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Gold,” Francine said. “I’ll be in on time tomorrow.”

  Ned fumed as he watched her grovel to the cranky woman she worked for. If she married him, she wouldn’t have to work another day in her life.

  “Take tomorrow off and work out whatever you’ve got going on,” Mrs. Gold said. “I’ll see you Friday.” Despite the kind gesture made in front of several concerned customers, Ned had no doubt Mrs. Gold would make Francine pay for the scene she’d caused.

  “Thank you,” Francine said with meekness that was so out of character he wanted to rant and rave.

  Ned extended an arm to her, and she reluctantly tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow. “Take it slow, doll.”

  They made their way to his cab in silence. He held the passenger door for her and settled her inside. On the way around to the driver’s side, he chastised himself for being a stupid fool. “Ya better take it easy on this one,” he muttered to himself. “Don’t be a fool and lose her now.”

  He slid into the car and rested his hands on the wheel. “Where do ya want to go?”

  “Home, I guess. If you don’t mind.”

  “Course I don’t mind. Is yer head okay?”

  “It will be.”

  “Should we stop and get some ice, or do ya have some at home?”

  “I did not invite him here,” she said a second time, more emphatically this time.

  Ned didn’t bother to mention that he’d been talking about ice, not Bobby. “It’s just kinda interesting to me that ya tell me ya got ‘stuff to take care of,’ and then suddenly yer ex-husband shows up on the island. Interesting, doncha think?”

  She folded her arms and set her chin mulishly.

  “Aintcha gonna say anything?”

  “What does it matter what I have to say? You won’t believe it anyway.”

  “Try me.”

  She held her silence until they arrived at her place. The passenger door flew open, and she was halfway up the stairs before he could fumble his own door open.

  “Now wait just a minute, Francine Chester,” he said, going after her. He’d be damned if he’d leave before he got some answers.

  When they were inside the apartment, she spun around and jammed a finger into his chest. “You wait a minute, Ned Saunders. You’re not my husband, and you can’t tell me what to do.”

  “Why am I not yer husband, Francine? Answer me that one, will ya?”

  She stared at him with green eyes filled with fire, and all he wanted was to kiss her until she forgot all about why she was mad with him, mad with life and about to see the ex-husband who’d left her alone with two babies decades ago.

  “First of all,” she said, “you’ve never asked me to marry you, and second of all, I can’t marry you because—”

  A knock on the door startled them, and Francine moved to answer it.

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sp; Ned wanted to stop her and scream at her to finish what she was going to say.

  “Hi there, Francine.”

  When Ned heard Bobby’s smooth voice and saw Francine’s knees start to buckle, he rushed over to her and put his hands on her shoulders.

  “What’re you doing here, Bobby?” Francine asked, the quiver in her voice betraying her emotions.

  “Marion said you were looking for me. She said I’ve got some grandkids these days, so I thought I’d come over and see what’s what. Hey,” he said, noticing Ned standing behind her. “You’re the guy from the ferry dock. You said you didn’t know her.”

  “Ya,” Ned grumbled. “I lied.”

  Francine stood up straighter and shook Ned’s hands off her shoulders. “You thought you’d come over to see what’s what? Let me tell you what’s what, you miserable excuse for a human being. The daughters you left when they were babies are now in their thirties. They have lives and families of their own. They’ve had everything they needed because I saw to it with no help from the father who left them and never looked back. So whatever sweet family reunion you see happening here isn’t going to happen. You got me?”

  “They’re old enough to speak for themselves,” Bobby said sullenly.

  “They will never be old enough to deal with you after you’ve disregarded them their entire lives.”

  “Then why’d you want me to call you?”

  “Because, you son of a bitch. As far as I know, we’re still married, and I have someone else I want to marry—someone decent and kind and two hundred million times the man you’ll ever be. I can’t marry him as long as I’m still shackled to you.”

  Ned felt like he’d been hit by a stun gun. She wanted to marry him? She was still married to Bobby? Well, if that didn’t beat all. He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to dance a jig or shake her until her teeth rattled for not sharing her dilemma with him.

  “Mom?” Tiffany asked from the landing outside the door. “Is everything all right?”

  Oh, God. Ned wanted to rush outside and protect Tiffany from the body blow she was about to withstand. Apparently, Francine had the same urge. She pushed past Bobby and went to her daughter.