Chapter 1 #2
“I wasn’t sure if you’d surfaced yet to take a look at the weather.
Tropical Storm Hailey arrived overnight, and we’ve got a heck of a blow going on.
I’m leaning toward stopping service for the rest of the day, but I know you and the wife are planning to take the ten-thirty boat off the island. Didn’t want to screw you up.”
As Seamus spoke, Joe went to the window and looked out over South Harbor.
The wind and rain had whipped Gansett Sound into a froth of whitecaps, and the rain beat hard against the window.
It was the kind of day they referred to as a barf-o-rama in the ferry business because they’d have to hose the vomit from the boats after each trip. “Go ahead and make the call,” Joe said.
“You sure about that, Cap?”
“Such is the chance we take making travel plans from an island, right?”
“Right you are. Don’t worry about a thing here. I gotcha covered. We’ll get you and the wife outta here as soon as we can. By the way, it was a great wedding.”
“Thanks, Seamus.” Joe ended the call and crept out of the bathroom.
“What’s wrong?” Janey asked. Her voice was husky and sleepy—and sexy as hell. She reached out a hand to him.
Joe tossed the phone into his suitcase and went to her.
She gave his hand a tug to draw him back into bed.
Feeling like the luckiest son of a bitch on the face of the earth to finally be married to the woman he’d loved for more than half his life, Joe snuggled into her warm embrace.
“Now tell me what’s wrong,” she said.
“There’s good news and bad news.” He kissed lips that were puffy and swollen from a night of passion. “The bad news is they’re shutting the ferries down because of the storm.”
Janey gasped. She’d been so looking forward to their honeymoon in Aruba, which they’d chosen because it was outside the hurricane belt. So much for that logic.
“How can there be good news after that?” she asked with her lip curling into the same pout she’d sported as a ten-year-old.
Joe maneuvered her so she was under him and brushed tangled blonde hair off her face. “The very good news is we don’t have to leave this bed today.”
Janey smiled up at him and ran her hands from his shoulders down his back and curved them over his ass, a move that always drove him crazy, as she well knew. “That’s very good news indeed.”
“I’ll get you there, baby,” he said as he dipped his head for a kiss. “Might take a day or two, but I’ll get you there.”
“Doesn’t matter where we are. As long as it’s just the two of us, that’s what matters.”
“Have I told you yet today that I love you love you?” he asked.
“Not yet,” she said, smiling at the reminder of how he’d once told her he wanted her to love him love him.
“Well, I do.”
“I think you need to prove it.” Flashing a coy grin, she lifted her hips against his erection, letting him know what she wanted.
“Again?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow in amusement. “No one told me I was marrying an insatiable wench.”
Janey laughed and guided him to exactly where she wanted him. “Better get used to it, buddy. You’re stuck with me now.”
He entered her in one smooth thrust. “Thank God for that.”
Driving wind and rain woke Mac McCarthy early on the morning after his sister’s wedding. His chest tightened with anxiety when it occurred to him that the storm had probably shut down the ferries for the day.
He glanced over at his wife, Maddie, sleeping on her side the way Dr. Cal had instructed to minimize stress on the baby.
The thought of being unable to get her help if she needed it made him crazy.
A high-risk pregnancy on an island was a fool’s errand, but he’d had no luck convincing her to move their family to the mainland until the baby was born.
Hoping the weather wasn’t as bad as it sounded, Mac got up to look out the window.
Sure enough, it was every bit as bad as it sounded.
In the distance, he could see the ocean whipped into a frenzy.
Rain was coming down sideways in the blustery wind.
Running a hand over his chest, Mac wondered if he was having a heart attack.
The tightness had been ever-present since the accident at the marina that left his father injured.
The accident had briefly put him in the hospital, too, which had stressed out Maddie. After she went into premature labor and was put on bed rest for the remainder of her pregnancy, she’d refused to leave their island home. Mac had no choice but to cede to her wishes.
Mac went to his dresser to retrieve his phone.
A text message from the Gansett Island Ferry Company made it official: service was temporarily suspended.
With the wind gusting to what sounded like at least fifty miles per hour, the airport would be closed, too.
No way out, Mac thought as the pain in his chest intensified.
Nightmare scenarios such as this had driven him crazy for weeks now.
Even when the ferries were running, it was a long hour to the mainland and then more time to get to a hospital.
In the meantime, what if something happened that Cal couldn’t handle?
What if Maddie needed something he couldn’t get for her? What if something happened to her—
“Mac?”
He turned away from the window and went to her. “I thought you’d sleep awhile yet,” he said, smoothing a hand over her caramel-colored hair. “It’s early.”
“Why are you up?”
“The wind woke me.” His chest began to ache again as he wondered how long they’d be without ferry service. He turned on the bedside light so he could see her in the early morning gloom. “How do you feel?”
“Fat. Horrible.” Tears filled her golden eyes. “Hideous.”
“Aww, baby.” He crawled back into bed and drew her—as best he could—into his arms. They hadn’t been able to make love in weeks, which wasn’t doing much to help his overwhelming anxiety.
“Don’t say that. You’re gorgeous, glowing and radiant.
” How would they get through two more months of her being stuck in bed all day, every day?
“You have to say that. You did this to me.”
She was so petulant and cute that Mac laughed, even though he knew she wouldn’t appreciate it.
Fat tears spilled from her eyes and wet her cheeks. “It’s not funny.”
“I know,” he said, kissing away her tears. She’d been so happy and content yesterday at the wedding, surrounded by family and friends. The thought gave him an idea of how he could lift her spirits a bit before everyone scattered again after the storm let up.
Just as he was about to share his idea with her, the bedside light flickered and died.