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

by Marie Force

  “I was on my way home. It’s no problem.”

  “You seem to know what you’re doing. Did you learn that in the circus, too?”

  “Nope,” he said with a laugh. “That’s EMT training from a previous lifetime.”

  “You’ve had a lot of lifetimes.”

  “Indeed I have.” He finished wrapping her ankle and then placed the bag of corn on top of it. “Painkillers?”

  “In the cabinet by the sink.”

  He went to get them and returned with a glass of water and two pills. “Now, what’re we going to do about the bathroom?”

  Her brown eyes went wide. “Excuse me?”

  “I don’t see one on this level, so what’re you going to do when you gotta go?”

  “Um, I suppose I’ll hobble to the stairs and get myself up there.”

  “I’ll stay.” He plopped into the chair next to the sofa and put his feet up on the coffee table.

  “Wait a minute…”

  “What’s the problem? You need help. I’ve got nowhere to be. Seems like a perfect solution to me.”

  “Are you always so…” She rolled her hand, giving him the opportunity to fill in the blank.

  Raising an eyebrow, he said, “Pushy?”

  “Yes. That’s a good word for it.”

  “I can be when the situation warrants it. It’s rather simple, in my opinion. You’re injured and in pain and can’t do anything about it until the clinic opens in the morning. You’ve got a wicked set of winding stairs between you and the bathroom. We hardly know each other, so naturally you’re going to want to be rid of me as soon as possible. You’re a nice girl, so you’d never ask me to stay even though you know you need my help.” He shrugged. “By being pushy, I save us both a lot of time that we could spend on more important topics, such as whether or not you’re going to have dinner with me.”

  She stared at him, seemingly flabbergasted.

  “It’s a rather simple question that requires a rather simple answer. Dinner. Yes or no?”

  “What suddenly made you decide you want to have dinner with me? Were you bored on the way home and I was the first woman you encountered along the way?”

  “A, it’s not ‘suddenly.’ And B, I haven’t been bored in longer than I can remember. Too busy to be bored.”

  She eyed him shrewdly, which was a major turn-on. He loved a woman who was not only gorgeous but intelligent and funny and challenging, too. “Going back to answer A, what’s that supposed to mean?”

  “After Alex introduced us, I wanted to get to know you better, but things have been crazy, and I haven’t had a chance to pursue it further. So imagine my surprise—and pleasure—when I encounter you on a dark road and you’re in need of my assistance.”

  “So you’re pleased I sprained my ankle?”

  “Not at all. That’s a huge bummer. But I’m glad it was me who found you out there and that I was able to kill two birds with one stone. And before you can give me that look again, I’ll say that bird one was getting you home safely and bird two is having the chance to ask you out.”

  “You’re smooth. I’ll give you that.”

  He sent her his most rakish smile. “Why, thank you, honey.”

  She rolled her eyes.

  “Is that a yes or a no?”

  “I’ll think about it.”

  “I’ll take you up in my plane.”

  “Does that line work for you?”

  “Almost all the time.”

  “You’re probably long overdue for someone to make you work for it.”

  “I’m your faithful servant. Work me over.”

  “Oh my God, you’re too much.” She sounded annoyed, but her eyes sparkled with delight that told him she was enjoying this conversation every bit as much as he was.

  “You got any booze around here?”

  “There’s beer in the fridge and whisky over the stove.”

  “Oh, two of my three favorites, along with vodka. How about a shot of whisky to take the edge off the pain?”

  “That actually sounds good.”

  “Coming right up.” He went to the kitchen and returned with a glass of whisky for her and a beer for himself. “Here’s to new friends and damsels in distress.”

  She touched her glass to his bottle. “To new friends.”

  Chapter 13

  Paul dressed in khaki pants, a light-blue dress shirt, a striped tie and the navy-blue blazer he hadn’t worn since his dad’s funeral. Inside one of the pockets, he found a mass card from the funeral, with a photo of George Martinez’s smiling face and the Bible verse they’d chosen from St. Timothy: “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.”

  He stared at the photo for a long moment, seeing himself and Alex in his father’s face. It was no surprise to either of them that their mother mistook them for him so frequently. They both looked like he had as a young man.

  “I hope you’d understand, Dad,” he said, speaking to the photo on the laminated card. “I really care about Hope and Ethan. I’d never want to do anything to disappoint you, but I can’t seem to help the way I feel about her.”

  Sighing, he returned the photo to the pocket where he’d found it, taking comfort in knowing it was there. On a whim, he put on a little cologne while reminding himself that a funeral didn’t count as a date, even if he’d be going with Hope. As much as he dreaded what promised to be a terribly sad event, he was glad to lend his support to her.

  He went out to the kitchen, where he found her supervising breakfast for Ethan and Marion. The sight of her in a formfitting black dress that wrapped at her waist with a small elegant bow on her hip made his mouth go dry. Her hair fell in soft waves around her pretty face, and all he could think about was kissing her last night. Before his body could react predictably, he forced those thoughts from his mind so he could focus on whatever she needed today.

  “Morning, everyone,” Paul said, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek.

  “Morning, honey,” Marion said. “You look very handsome.”

  Paul took note of the unusually sharp look in his mother’s eyes and experienced a pang of longing for the loving mother she used to be.

  “You look funny,” Ethan said with a goofy smile for Paul.

  “He looks nice,” Hope told her son. “Go brush your teeth. Time to go.”

  “I wanna go with you guys,” Ethan said.

  “Nice try, but you’re going to school. Move it, mister.”

  Ethan clomped off to the cabin to brush his teeth.

  “Get your backpack, too,” Hope called after him. When she came around the counter into the kitchen, he got the full view of what three-inch heels did for her sexy legs.

  “Wow,” he whispered.

  “Same to you.”

  They shared a small, intimate smile that let him know nothing had changed overnight. Relief flooded through him at that realization.

  “How about I walk Ethan to the bus today?” he offered.

  “I wouldn’t say no to that. These shoes are far more about style than they are about function.”

  He took hold of her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’m digging your style.”

  As her face heated with an appealing blush, she gazed into his eyes.

  Paul had to remind himself that he was not allowed to kiss her right there in the kitchen with his mother at the table and her son coming back any second. But, damn, he wanted to.

  The moment was lost when Ethan came barreling through the door, the screen slamming behind him.

  Paul released her hand and turned his attention to Ethan. “Ready to go?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Paul is going to walk you to the bus today, E.”

  “Okay.”

  “Come give me a kiss.”

  Ethan’s face wrinkled with displeasure.

  “Give your mom a kiss,” Paul said.

  He did as he was told while Paul picked up the backpack from where Ethan had dropped it
on the floor.

  Ethan went over to Marion and kissed her cheek. “Bye, Mrs. Marion.”

  “Have a good day at school, honey,” Marion said.

  Paul marveled at his mother’s lucidity whenever the little boy was around. He followed Ethan out the front door and down the driveway. They went past the retail store on their way up to the main road where the bus would pick him up.

  “Can we check the pumpkins later?” Ethan asked.

  “Sure.”

  “Do you like my mom?”

  Paul felt like he’d been hit in the gut by a full-grown pumpkin. “Um, well, yeah. I do. Is that okay?”

  “It’s okay. She’s a nice mom.”

  “Yes, she is. You’re very lucky to have her, and you shouldn’t make faces when she asks for a kiss.”

  “I didn’t do that.”

  “Yes, you did. You always do. I think it hurts her feelings when you do that.”

  “Oh. I didn’t know.”

  “Well, now you do, so you can try harder.”

  “I will.” After a brief pause, Ethan said, “She used to be sad a lot, but she’s better now. You won’t make her sad, will you?”

  Once again, Paul felt sucker-punched by the earnest expression on the boy’s adorable little face. “I’ll try really hard not to.”

  Ethan seemed to think about that for a minute before he nodded. “Do you like to watch football on TV?”

  Paul’s head spun from the rapidly shifting conversation. “I do. I’m a big Patriots fan.”

  “Me, too. Maybe we can watch football sometime.”

  “Any time you want. Alex likes to watch, too.”

  “Cool. Here comes the bus. See you later.” He took off like a shot, covering the last twenty feet of driveway.

  Paul jogged after him to make sure he didn’t get too close to the road or the bus as it came to a stop.

  When Ethan was safely on the bus, Paul watched him take a seat.

  Ethan smiled and waved.

  Paul returned the smile and the wave. What a cute kid he was. When he thought about what Ethan and Hope had been through with Ethan’s father, Paul felt enraged for both of them. As he walked back to the house, he replayed the conversation with Ethan. It touched him to know how concerned Ethan was about his mother.

  Despite everything he’d been through, he was a good kid who didn’t seem damaged by the trauma of losing his father from his life so suddenly and dramatically. Most of the credit for that went to Hope, who’d probably sacrificed her own well-being to see to his. Knowing that made Paul want to make it up to her, to give her everything she’d been living without for so long now.

  She was loading the dishwasher when he came back into the house. He took note of his mother’s occupation with the morning edition of the Gansett Gazette and went over to Hope.

  “Everything okay with Ethan?”

  “Yep, he’s on his way.” Before they could be interrupted, he said, “Where do you want to go this week?”

  “Oh, I, um… I don’t know.”

  “Anywhere you want as long as it’s drivable from Providence.”

  She bit her lip as she thought about it. “There was this place we used to go with my grandparents on the Cape.”

  “What’s the name of it?”

  “It was called the Seaside Inn in Yarmouth. There was nothing fancy about it, but it’s right on the beach. My grandparents used to take my sister and me every year. I haven’t been there in ages. I don’t even know if it’s still there.”

  “Sounds great. I’ll look into it.”

  “You don’t have to… We don’t have to…”

  “I know I don’t have to. I want to.” Paul squeezed her shoulder and went to sit with his mother for a few minutes before they had to leave.

  Jenny and Alex appeared a few minutes later, looking sleepy and dopey and sex drunk.

  “Coffee,” Jenny said, making a beeline for the coffeepot.

  “I just made a fresh pot,” Hope said.

  “God bless you, woman. I need all the fortification I can get today. It’s seating chart day.”

  “Better you than me,” Hope said, shuddering. “I’ll never get married again.” The words were no sooner out of her mouth when she winced. “Sorry, that wasn’t very nice of me to say when you’re so excited about your wedding.”

  “No worries,” Jenny said, stirring cream into her coffee. “I get it. I’ve planned two weddings now, so I know what you mean. It’s a lot.”

  Paul felt like he’d been gut-punched yet again. She’d never get married again? Like ever? And Jenny didn’t know what Hope meant. She thought Hope was talking about the logistics of planning a wedding when Paul knew that Hope’s real opposition was to marriage itself. Great…

  Just when he was beginning to feel optimistic that they were on the brink of starting something that could go the distance, she pulled the rug out from under him. He wanted to be married someday. He wanted a family and a white picket fence and a minivan and all the trappings. But apparently the woman he wanted didn’t share those dreams.

  Before he could begin to process the fact that they had very different ideas about what the future might entail, Jenny’s phone rang, and she took a call from her friend Erin.

  “Wait,” Jenny said, “what happened?” Pausing to listen, she said, “Oh my God! I’ll be right over to take you to the clinic. No, I’ll get someone to cover. Of course I’ll take you. I’ll be right there.”

  “What happened?” Alex asked when she ended the call.

  “Erin sprained her ankle last night, or at least she thinks it’s a sprain. She needs to get it looked at, so I’m going to take her to the clinic. I’ll figure out coverage at the store.”

  “I hope she’s okay,” Alex said.

  “Me, too.”

  With a knock on the front door, Daisy arrived to stay with Marion while Hope went to the funeral.

  As usual, Paul’s mother was thrilled to see her friend Daisy, whom she unfailingly called by name even as she confused her own sons. When Hope had fully briefed Daisy on everything she needed to know to care for Marion for a few hours, Paul followed her out of the house. He held the passenger-side door for her and waited for her to get settled before he closed the door and went around to the driver’s side.

  He wanted to ask her if she’d meant what she’d said to Jenny, but what right did he have to dig into such issues when everything between them was so new? What had probably been a throwaway comment to her had rocked him profoundly. If she honestly felt that way, he’d be a fool to go all-in with her and Ethan, and he hated that they would have to have that conversation before things went any further.

  “Everything okay?” she asked when they were on their way.

  “Yeah, sure,” he said, deciding on the spot that today wasn’t the day for that conversation. Tomorrow would be soon enough, but today… Today he would keep his distance a little until he knew for sure that he wasn’t risking too much by allowing his feelings for her to flourish.

  “I really appreciate you coming with me to this.”

  “You shouldn’t have to go alone.”

  “Still… It’s above and beyond. And very nice of you.”

  He glanced over at her and found her watching him intently. “What’s the matter? Did I cut myself shaving or something?”

  “Nothing’s the matter. You just look really good. Handsome, I mean.” She laughed. “I’ve clearly forgotten how to give a compliment.”

  “No, you haven’t. And thank you. You’re rather stunning yourself.”

  She surprised him when she reached across the center console and took hold of the hand that had been resting on his leg. “I couldn’t sleep after you left last night. I just kept thinking about how great you were when I told you about Carl. It’s not easy for me to talk about that, and you made it easy. Thanks for that.”

  “I’m sorry you went through what you did, but I’m glad it brought you to us.” And he was glad of that, no matter what might
happen—or not happen—between them.

  “I’m glad, too.” She held his hand all the way to the church. When he helped her out of the car, she again took hold of his hand as they joined the stream of people heading into the island’s Catholic church. It seemed as if the entire island had come out to honor the young mother who’d died far too soon.

  Every pew in the church was filled to capacity when the pallbearers, including Mac and Shane McCarthy, led the casket into the church, followed by Seamus and Carolina, each of them holding the hand of one of Lisa’s sons. The sight of those solemn little boys, dressed in tiny suits and ties, brought tears to Paul’s eyes.

  By the time the four of them were seated in the front row of the church, there wasn’t a dry eye to be found. Lisa’s longtime friends spoke of her big heart, her love for her sons, her affection for her friends and the island they called home. They talked about how hard she worked to support her family. Everything that was said about Lisa came down to her two boys, who’d been the center of her world.

  Hope held his hand through the entire service, even when tears ran down her cheeks unchecked.

  Lisa was buried in the island’s cemetery, which boasted a spectacular view of the ocean. Her little sons sprinkled dirt over her casket in yet another heartbreaking moment.

  Paul slid an arm around Hope’s waist, and she leaned her head against his shoulder. He was grateful that she felt comfortable enough to lean on him, because he wanted to be there for her. But in the back of his mind, her words from earlier echoed loudly, reminding him to proceed with caution.

  Everyone was invited to Stephanie’s Bistro, where Lisa had been a waitress, for refreshments after the service concluded.

  “We don’t have to go to the reception,” Hope said when they were in his truck. “I should relieve Daisy.”

  “She said she had no plans for the day and to take all the time you needed.”

  “You have to work.”

  Though he had a million things he needed to do before he left the island for a few days, he’d never say so to her. “It’s fine. Let’s go for a little while anyway.”

  They arrived to a crowd outside the Sand & Surf Hotel. The hotel’s owners, Owen and Laura Lawry, stood by the front doors, welcoming everyone who came in.