Chapter 13
Luke watched Sydney pace from one end of the small waiting room to the other—at least a hundred times. She vibrated with tension and had bitten several of her nails to the quick, a habit he remembered her trying hard to break as a teenager.
“Syd, why don’t you sit for a bit? You’ll wear yourself out pacing like that.”
She shook her head and kept moving.
Luke stood to block her path. He rested his hands on her shoulders, and was surprised when she shook him off.
“Don’t.” She stepped around him and continued to pace.
“Syd—”
“You don’t have to wait. I’d understand if you wanted to get home.”
If she’d punched him in the face, she couldn’t have hurt him any more than she had with that cold, detached statement, as if he was nothing more than the guy who’d driven her there. Big Mac’s warning about handwriting on the wall chose that moment to run through his mind.
Part of him wanted to walk out the door and leave her to deal with whatever might come. The other part of him couldn’t bear to leave her alone if the news was bad. He returned to his seat to watch her pace.
Back and forth she went, another hundred times before Janey finally emerged.
Sydney ran to her. “Tell me he’s okay.”
“He did very well. We removed the blockage, which was a hunk of garbage bag, by the way.”
“Oh, he found that on the beach! Remember, Luke?”
Suddenly, she was euphoric again. “I remember,” he said.
“Why would he eat something like that?” Sydney asked Janey.
“You’d be surprised at the stuff they eat. Anything that tastes good is fair game.”
“So he’ll be all right?” Sydney asked.
“He’ll be sore and slow for a while, but he should be just fine.”
Sydney hugged Janey. “Thank you so much. I don’t know what I’d ever do without him.”
“No need to worry about losing him anytime soon. Come on back and see him for a minute, and then you should go home. He’ll be out of it for a while.”
“But I can’t leave him alone.”
“I’ll be with him. He’ll be sedated most of the day to keep him still and quiet, so you should get some sleep while you can.” Janey led them into the recovery room where Buddy was attached to IVs. His belly had been shaved for the surgery.
“Have you met Dr. Cal Maitland?” Janey introduced Luke and Sydney to the tall, broad-shouldered doctor who offered them a friendly smile.
“Thank you for helping Janey,” Syd said.
“She didn’t need much help,” he said in what sounded like a Texan drawl. “She knows what she’s doing.”
“Is it okay to touch him?” Syd asked as she tentatively approached Buddy.
“Sure,” Janey said.
Sydney bent her head, pressed kisses to his face and ran a hand down his back. “I’ll be back in a little while, Buddy. You get some rest, okay?” She kissed him again. “Love you, good dog.”
Sydney turned to Janey. “Let me give you my cell number in case you need me.”
A few minutes later, Luke followed Sydney out of the clinic to find the sky still dark but rippled with red streaks announcing sunrise. She was rigid with tension as they pulled out of the parking lot. Even though she was seated just a few feet from him, she seemed a million miles away.
“Would you mind terribly if I went home to my place?” she asked.
Luke gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Nope.” Whatever she wanted. He certainly wasn’t going to force himself on her.
A short time later, he pulled up to the Donovans’ yellow house and let the truck idle. He had no idea what to say to her. Apparently, she didn’t know either, because she sat there for a long moment before she finally looked at him.
“Thank you for staying all night.”
“No problem.”
“I’ll see you later.”
Luke said nothing as she got out of the truck and hurried into the house as if she couldn’t move fast enough to get away from him. What the hell was that all about?
Sydney closed the front door and slid down to the floor. Only now that she was alone could she give in to the overwhelming fear and dread that had gripped her during the long night. Luke had already seen her unglued once. He didn’t need to see it again.
Sobs shook her body, making her chest ache and her head pound. She kept telling herself Buddy was fine, the thing she’d most feared hadn’t happened, but she’d come so close to losing the last remaining link to her family.
A soft knock on the door had her raising her head from her knees and wiping her face.
“Syd. Let me in. I know you’re upset. You don’t need to be alone.”
Riveted by his voice, she couldn’t bring herself to move.
“Come on, baby. Let me in.”
Tears cascaded down her face.
“Sydney.” His voice was so soft, so tender.
“I’m not leaving you alone. I figured out about two seconds after you walked away that you were on the verge of a meltdown and didn’t want me to see you that way again.
But I’m not going anywhere. You can melt down every day if you need to. I’ll be right here with you.”
Sobs hiccupped through her, one right after the other. Suddenly, she was on her feet, opening the door. Braced in the doorway, arms over his head, his tall frame took up most of the space. He scooped her up with one arm and carried her into the house.
“Hold on,” he whispered. “Hold on to me.”
Sydney wrapped her arms and legs around him and buried her face in his neck, comforted by his familiar scent.
He lowered them into a big easy chair, settling her on his lap. “It’s okay, baby. Get it all out. I know how scared you must’ve been all night long. I was scared, too. Buddy is such a good boy, and he’s been right by your side when you needed him most.”
All the fear and dread and worry about Buddy melded with the ongoing grief she lived with every minute of every day, making her feel weak and defeated. She’d tried so hard to put her life together again, but two frightening episodes had set her back.
They sat there until long after the sun came up and lit the room.
Luke stroked her hair and whispered soft words until no tears were left, until her sobs became an occasional hiccup.
Telling her again to hold on, he lifted her and headed for the stairs, going directly to the room he knew was hers from years of throwing pebbles at her window.
He set her down next to the bed and helped her out of her clothes and into the oversize T-shirt she slept in. Next, he led her to the bathroom and waited outside the door for her before he tucked her into bed and stretched out next to her on top of the comforter.
“Come here, Syd.”
She turned into his embrace, taking comfort from his strength.
His lips were warm against her forehead. “Sleep, baby. Close your eyes and let it go for a while. I’ve got you.”
Sydney released a long shuddering breath and closed her eyes, relieved to let it all go, relieved to be surrounded by his unconditional love.
Janey found Joe asleep on the sofa in Doc’s office.
His arms were tossed over his head, and his long body was sprawled awkwardly over the too-short sofa.
She delighted at the sight of him. He was always there for her when she needed him, and she couldn’t wait to be married to him in two short weeks.
That she’d once fancied herself in love with someone else seemed so foolish now that she was completely, totally and forever in love with Joe.
Approaching the sofa, she bent to kiss his lips.
He woke with a start. “Oh. Hey, babe,” he said, rubbing the sleep from his face. “How’s Buddy?”
“Having a nice drug-induced snooze at the moment.”
Joe reached for her. “You look beat. Can you close your eyes for a minute?”
“Maybe one or two.”
Before she knew what had hit her, he had her arranged on top of him, her head tucked into his chest and his arms around her. “Very smooth.”
“Why, thank you.” He pressed his lips to her forehead. “Get some sleep. I’ll listen for Buddy.”
“He’ll be out for a while yet. You could go home if you wanted to.”
Joe tightened his hold on her. “I’m right where I want to be.”
Janey let go of the tension from the long, stressful night. “Thanks for being here.”
“You did a great job. You saved Buddy’s life and Sydney’s sanity. I’m so proud of you.”
She raised her head to kiss him. “That’s sweet of you to say.”
He framed her face and held her still for another kiss. “Watching you take control of the situation—even though you had to be panicking on the inside—was very sexy.” Another kiss, this one with a touch of tongue thrown in.
Janey smiled at him. “Is that so?”
“Mmm,” Joe said as he outlined her mouth with the tip of his tongue. “Very.”
Wanting to encourage him to keep kissing her, she squirmed on top of him.
“Watch the merchandise,” he muttered.
She ran her hand down his belly to cup his erection. “This merchandise?”
“Is there any other?”
“Not for me.”
Laughing, he said, “Good answer. You think Doc Potter has this place bugged?”
Janey took a look around her mentor’s office. “I don’t think so. Why?”
Joe tugged on the button to her jeans. “Because if he does, he’s about to get one hell of a show.”
“I thought you wanted me to sleep.”
“You will. After.”
Grant stood outside Abby’s Attic, the downtown store Abby had opened three years ago. She had created an offbeat success of the Main Street boutique that was part gift shop, part toy store, part eclectic antiques. She’d opened the store after she came home from Los Angeles.
They’d moved there together right out of college to pursue his dream of writing movies.
But as much as Grant loved the hustle and bustle of the city, Abby never had clicked with the place.
She’d yearned for the simplicity of their home island, and nothing he said or did could convince her to stay once she made up her mind to go home.
They’d been living together nearly ten years by then, and he couldn’t imagine life without her.
But more than anything, he wanted her to be happy.
That she wasn’t happy in LA was clear to everyone who knew her there.
Something she’d said to him before she left had remained with him ever since. “You can write anywhere, Grant. Anywhere in the whole world. Why can’t you write in the one place where I want to be?”