Love After Dark, McCarthys of Gansett Island, Book 13

by Marie Force

  “I just had a lovely chat with Ned on the way home. He said something that really resonated with me.”

  Slim got up from the cooler and opened it to retrieve the marshmallows Erin had in there. He affixed two of them to sticks and handed one to her along with a second marshmallow for later. “He’s the best when you need advice. What’d he say?”

  “That it’s okay to be a little melancholy over the wedding, but I shouldn’t let it get out of control. That wouldn’t be good.”

  “No, it wouldn’t. You’ve worked long and hard to get to where you are now.”

  “And where am I exactly?”

  “You’re in a place where you have good friends, lots of laughs, good food, good music,” he said, quoting her words back to her. “You have a cool job, and you live in a lighthouse. What’s better than that?”

  “Not much.” He didn’t even know about the other job she had as an advice columnist to the lovelorn, ironic as that was since she hadn’t had much of a love life to speak of in years. “So I was thinking…”

  “About me?” he asked hopefully.

  She threw her extra marshmallow at him.

  “I’ll take that as a no.”

  “I was thinking about Jenny’s wedding. Her second wedding, I should say.”

  “What about it?”

  “I’m allowed to bring a date.”

  “Is that right?”

  “Uh-huh. You know of any single guys who might like to go to a fun wedding with me?”

  His mouth fell open and snapped shut.

  She had to hold back laughter that was straining to get out.

  “I know this one guy,” he said after a long pause. “He’s kind of dashing in a roguish sort of way. Movie-star handsome, absurdly talented and very interested in spending more time with a certain cute lighthouse keeper.”

  “Movie-star handsome, roguish, absurdly talented… He sounds like a player.”

  “Nah, he’s not. He’s too much of a homebody to be a player, although he does enjoy a little playing on occasion. He’s a one-woman kind of guy.”

  “Do you have his number?”

  His marshmallow caught fire, and he blew on it until it was extinguished. “Umm, you do know I’m talking about me, right?”

  “Oh,” Erin said, feigning surprise while continuing to suppress the laughter. She’d laughed more with him than she had in years. “I thought it had to be someone else, because who describes himself as roguish, movie-star handsome and absurdly talented?”

  “Ha!” he said with a grin that could only be described as roguish. “So I went a little far trying to sell myself as the perfect date for this important wedding of yours?”

  “Little bit.” She held her marshmallow over the fire until it was toasted to a golden brown. “But if you’d like to come with me…”

  “I would. I’d like to. Very much so.”

  “Good,” she said, smiling at him. “I should mention that my parents will be there. Just in case that makes you want to back out.”

  “It doesn’t. I’m in. But it doesn’t count as the dinner you promised me.”

  A shiver of excitement danced through her at the thought of spending more time with the dashingly roguish pilot.

  The Saturday-night crowd at the Beachcomber had thinned out by the time Kevin McCarthy pulled up a barstool.

  Chelsea came over to him, smiling warily. “Dr. McCarthy.”

  “Ms. Rose.”

  She raised a brow as she put a napkin down on the bar and placed an ice-cold light beer on it. “Glass?”

  “Comes in one.” The cold beer tasted good going down. “You gonna call my big brother on me tonight?”

  “You gonna give me reason to?”

  Kevin laughed at her saucy comeback. When she smiled at him, he realized how pretty she was. Her thick blonde hair was braided down her back. She wore little or no makeup, but she didn’t need it, and though she was tall, she carried her height with an elegance to her movements that indicated dance training. The fact that she was far too young for him didn’t keep him from noticing that she was a beautiful woman.

  “Where’re you coming from?” she asked.

  “I was at my brother Frank’s for dinner with my sons.”

  “How many boys do you have?”

  “Two, Riley and Finn. I guess they count as men these days. They’re twenty-five and twenty-seven.”

  “You don’t look old enough to have kids that age.”

  “Had them young.”

  “Where’s their mom?” she asked, taking a casual glance at the wedding ring he still wore.

  He hadn’t been able to bring himself to remove it. “That’s kind of a long story.”

  As they talked, she’d been drying glasses out of the dishwasher and returning them to the shelves. “I’m here until one.”

  The open invitation to share wasn’t lost on him. As someone who made a living listening to other people’s problems, he rarely shared his own with anyone. But there was something about her that had him spilling the whole ugly story.

  By the time he finished telling her about his wife leaving him for a younger guy, she’d discarded the dishtowel and he had her full attention.

  “I’m so sorry, Kevin. That’s awful.” Without asking if he wanted it, she opened another beer for him and put it down on the bar. “That one’s on me.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Had you guys been having problems?” she asked tentatively, as if she wasn’t entirely sure she should ask.

  “Not that I knew of. I was blindsided.” He took a drink of the beer. “But with hindsight, I can see there were signs that I missed. Or chose to ignore. I don’t know. She wasn’t happy. I thought it was a phase that would pass. It had before.” Sliding a finger through the condensation on the bottle, he said, “After the boys left home, we found ourselves without much to talk about. It happens. I see it a lot in my practice.”

  “It’s a big change after years of focusing on your kids.”

  “It is, and we were guilty of making it all about the kids, to the exclusion of our relationship. We tried to get back on track. Went on a few vacations, spent time with friends. But it took effort that hadn’t been necessary way back when.”

  “I think it says something for you that you can look back and see where the trouble was.”

  “Too bad I didn’t realize how bad the trouble was before it was too late.”

  “You knew.”

  “I did?”

  She nodded. “You said it took effort, that it wasn’t easy the way it once had been. You had to be aware of that at the time.”

  “I was, but I never expected her to actually leave me for another guy. And what she said on the way out the door…”

  “What did she say?”

  “That life was too short to spend it with me.”

  “Ah,” she said, shaking her head. “That was unnecessary. It’s her loss. You know that, don’t you?”

  “You think she’s saying that when she’s getting busy with her young stud?”

  “Is that the part that pisses you off the most? That he’s younger?”

  “Nah.”

  “You sure?”

  “Kinda.”

  Her husky laugh warmed him on the inside the way a shot of whisky would. A low hum of desire took him by surprise. It’d been a long time since he’d felt anything resembling desire. “You’re easy to talk to, Ms. Rose.”

  “Thank you, Dr. McCarthy.”

  “How do you know I’m a doctor anyway?”

  “I asked your brother.”

  “Which one?”

  “Mac. I saw him in the grocery store earlier today.”

  “And you asked him about me.”

  “I might’ve.”

  He was so out of practice with such things that Kevin wasn’t sure he was reading this correctly. Was she flirting with him? “How come?”

  “I thought you seemed troubled the other night. I asked if you were okay. We got to tal
king.” She shrugged.

  “And that’s all it was? Some bartenderly concern?”

  “Is that a word?”

  “Answer the question.”

  “It might’ve been more than that.”

  Definitely flirting. He cocked his head to take a closer look at her pretty face. She never blinked.

  “I’m sorry for what you’ve been through, but I’m not sorry you’re single.”

  “Separated.”

  “Permanently and legally?”

  “Heading that way.”

  “Are you planning to go back to her?”

  “No.”

  “What if she shows up here and says it was all a big mistake?”

  Kevin thought about that for a minute. “Even then.” Permanent damage had been done, and there was no undoing that.

  “Then that counts as single in my book.”

  “Does it now?”

  “Yep.” She gave him that look again, the one that couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than interest. “I slept with your niece’s husband once.”

  “Joe or Owen?

  “Joe.”

  “Before he was her husband?”

  “Yes! Years before.”

  “Okay.”

  “So that doesn’t appall you?”

  “Why should it? I assume you were both single and consenting.”

  “We were.”

  Kevin shrugged. “Sex happens.”

  “Does it?”

  “That’s been my experience.”

  “What do you think about it maybe happening tonight?”

  For a moment, Kevin was rendered speechless. But then he recovered. “I’m fifty-two.”

  “Are you incapable?”

  “No,” he said with a laugh. “All the equipment works just fine, thank you, with no medication required. But I suspect I’m a hell of a lot older than you are.”

  “I’m thirty-six.”

  “That’s sixteen years.”

  “A doctor who can also add.” She fanned her face dramatically. “You don’t find that every day.”

  She was cute and sexy and funny and lovely. And young. Too young for him, but he’d gone hard as stone at the thought of taking her to bed. The confident way in which she’d propositioned him was a huge turn-on. He was forever counseling his female patients to take control of their own sexuality. To find a woman who clearly owned her sexuality was incredibly hot.

  “So what do you say, Doc? Would you like to come home with me tonight?”

  He’d never once, in thirty years together, been unfaithful to Deb. But his marriage was over and she’d moved on with someone else. There was no reason he couldn’t do the same. Under the bar, he slid the wedding ring off his finger and stashed it in his back pocket. “Yes, I believe I would.”

  Chapter 26

  The final week before the wedding passed in a flurry of activity that left Paul’s head spinning with details and emotions and despair so deep and so pervasive, he wondered if he’d ever recover from losing Hope and Ethan, not to mention the sudden and painful removal of his mother from her home.

  David’s phone calls on their behalf had yielded immediate results. A memory care facility on the mainland had an opening that had become available after a patient died. They could take Marion as soon as Paul and Alex could get her there. David had urged them not to say no, since it could be months before another spot would open up.

  Paul and his brother had gone round and round about whether they should wait until after the wedding to move her, but in the end, they’d decided to go forth sooner rather than later. The wedding would be confusing to her, and as much as Alex wanted her there, he’d chosen to do what was best for her rather than him.

  In a way, Paul was relieved that she wouldn’t be there to potentially disrupt his brother’s big day. As soon as he had that thought, he hated himself for it. But ever since she’d slapped Hope, Paul had found it more difficult to separate the illness from the mother he loved. Something had changed that day—the day that Hope became more important to him than his own mother.

  During Marion’s last few days at home, Hope packed her most treasured photos to send with her. She lovingly sewed nametags into Marion’s clothing and made sure her medication was well organized for a smooth transition. In short, she did everything she could to make the move as easy for Alex and Paul as she could, and they would be eternally grateful to her.

  They moved Marion on Wednesday, three days before Alex’s wedding. In the end, she went somewhat quietly. Her confusion had gotten worse than ever in the last few days she’d been at home, and even though their hearts were breaking to know she’d probably never again return to the home she loved, they had no doubt anymore that they were doing what was best for her, even if it about killed them to actually do it.

  Jenny and Hope had offered to come with them, but the brothers had declined their kind offer, wanting to see to the move themselves. They returned to the island six hours after they left.

  As the ferry broached the breakwater in South Harbor, Alex said, “After spending years stressing out about this day, it was almost too easy.” They stood at the rail and watched the town of Gansett come into view.

  “I suppose it was easy because it was time.”

  “Maybe.”

  “Hopefully, Lizzie will get her rest home off the ground, and we can move her back to the island,” Alex said.

  “Mom might be better off to stay where she is if she’s gotten used to it.”

  After a long pause, Alex said, “Dad would understand why we had to do this, wouldn’t he?”

  “Yeah, he would.” Paul said what Alex wanted to hear, but he was no more certain of what their father would have to say about this than his brother was. As they’d made preparations for the move, Paul had tried not to think about what their father would think about it. He could only hope that George Martinez somehow knew that they’d done everything humanly possible to postpone the inevitable for as long as they could. Paul would never admit to anyone that he felt oddly relieved to have the weight of the responsibility for his mother’s care off his shoulders and Alex’s. Once again, he felt like shit for even having the thought.

  “We did the best we could for a long time,” Alex said.

  “We certainly did. Longer than most people would have.”

  “And one of us will see her every week.” They planned to take turns going to the mainland, and Marion’s friends, including Daisy, had also promised to visit as often as they could. “Do you feel like shit for being relieved that it’s not up to us anymore?”

  “Total shit.”

  With Marion’s move complete, Hope told Ethan that they’d be leaving Gansett after the wedding to move back to the mainland. Ethan didn’t take the news well, lashing out at his mother, Paul, Alex and anyone who would listen to how unfair it was that he had to leave the best place he’d ever lived. Paul’s heart broke all over again at realizing how devastated Ethan was to be leaving.

  From his post on the back porch later that night, he could hear Hope arguing with Ethan, who was refusing to take a shower. Though it wasn’t his place or his business, Paul got up from the step, crossed the yard and went up the stairs to the cabin, knocking on the door.

  Looking frazzled, Hope came to the door. “Paul.”

  He gestured to the interior of the cabin. “May I?”

  Wearily, she opened the door to admit him. He took a chance and put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her forehead. It was the first time he’d touched her in days, and it took everything he had to let his hands drop from her shoulders when all he wanted was to touch her everywhere. “Take a break. I got this.”

  Walking around the boxes she’d begun to pack, Paul went into Ethan’s room, where the little guy was sitting on his bed, his arms crossed and his face set with fury. Paul’s father would’ve said he was “bull-necking.”

  “What’re you doing here?” Ethan asked sullenly.

  “I heard the way you
were talking to your mom, and I thought, that’s not the way my buddy Ethan talks to his mom. My buddy Ethan is respectful and does what he’s told.”

  “I’m not your buddy anymore. We’re leaving.”

  “I know, and that totally sucks.”

  “Sucks is a bad word.”

  “How’s stinks?” Paul asked as he sat at the foot of Ethan’s bed, taking note of the Avengers comforter. “Is that better?”

  His big eyes filled with tears as he shook his head. “I’m so mad at her.”

  “You’re not being fair, Ethan. We hired her to take care of Mrs. Marion, and her illness got a lot worse, so she can’t live here with us anymore.”

  “Why not?” he asked, his voice breaking. “Is my mom not a good enough nurse?”

  “She’s a great nurse, but there’s only so much she or anyone can do to help Mrs. Marion.”

  “She doesn’t remember things.”

  “No, she doesn’t. Soon she’s going to forget how to eat and breathe, which is going to be really, really scary. That’s why she needs to live somewhere else, so they can help her when that happens.”

  “Is-is she going to die like Kyle and Jackson’s mom did?”

  “Eventually.”

  Ethan threw himself at Paul. “I don’t want her to die.”

  Paul held him close. “Aww, buddy, I don’t want that either. But everyone dies someday, and it’s going to be better for Mrs. Marion to have more care than we can provide here, even with your mom doing her very, very best.”

  “Are you sad that your mom is leaving?”

  “I’m so sad, and I’m sad that you and your mom are leaving, too.”

  “I don’t want to go.”

  “I don’t want you to go, but the good news is you can come back to visit any time you want.”

  “Won’t be the same as living here.”

  “No, it won’t, but I’ll call you, and we’ll see each other. I promise.” Paul held Ethan while he cried out his frustrations. “Will you do something for me?”

  Ethan nodded.

  “Will you please mind your mom and do what she asks? This is hard for her, too, and arguing with you doesn’t make it better for her. You don’t want to make her sadder, do you?”

  “No. She’s so sad. Like she was when my dad got in trouble.”