Chapter 14
Fourteen
Next door at the Jameses’ house, Quinn’s four-month-old puppy, Brutus, had the full attention of three adults, all of whom were on the floor playing with him.
He was a mixed breed of some sort, with floppy ears and huge feet that he constantly tripped over.
Expecting him to be a big dog, Quinn had given him what he called a “man’s” name.
“He’s adorable,” Lizzie declared as she tugged one end of a rope while Brutus pulled from the other end.
“He thinks he’s so fierce,” Quinn said, amused by everything Brutus did, which Lizzie took as a positive sign that her brother-in-law was coming out of the fog he’d been in since his last deployment overseas. Something had happened over there. Something he didn’t talk about to anyone, even Jared.
After asking his family to give him time and space to deal with some things, he’d fallen off the radar for months.
He hadn’t said what he was dealing with or where he’d been, and they hadn’t asked.
The one thing Jared had asked of her before Quinn arrived to spend Christmas with them was not to ask him about where he’d been or what he’d been doing.
That wasn’t easy for someone who was curious by nature, but she’d respected Jared’s wishes.
Besides, she wanted Quinn to love it here so much that he’d accept their offer to run their health care facility.
Now that they were nearly finished with the addition to the O’Gradys’ home, Mac McCarthy, his cousins, Riley, Finn and Shane, as well as Luke Harris, would begin gutting the interior of the former school building in January.
They had promised to have the construction finished by June, which would give her and the team she planned to hire over the summer time to furnish and equip the facility with everything they’d need to begin accepting patients in September.
The best news of all? They already had a waiting list of people interested, either on behalf of themselves or an elderly family member.
The one thing they didn’t have yet was a medical director, and that was where Quinn came into play.
“Did you have a good time today?” Lizzie asked him.
“I did. They’re a fun group of people.”
“We do have a good time around here,” Lizzie said, encouraged to hear he’d enjoyed the day. “There’s always something going on, even in the winter.”
Worn out from playing, Brutus curled up in Quinn’s lap and started snoring a minute later.
Quinn stroked the dog’s soft fur. “Do you ever feel confined or cooped up or… I don’t know, crazy, being stuck here? Especially after living in the city for as long as you both did.”
Lizzie glanced at Jared, who nodded at her to go ahead and reply.
“I love it here. I love everything about it, from the natural beauty of the island, to the work we’re doing at the Chesterfield and now with the health care facility, to the people.
I’ve made some of the best friends I’ve ever had here.
Does it get quiet? Sometimes, but I’ve found the quiet allows me time to breathe in a way that I never could in the city.
Life there was always frantic and fast-paced.
It’s a slower life here, to be sure, but no less satisfying. ”
“I agree,” Jared said. “It’s a totally different life than we had in the city, but that’s a good thing. I don’t know how much longer I could’ve kept up that pace and not had some sort of breakdown.”
Lizzie was surprised to hear him admit that.
“We’re still working almost as hard as we used to,” Jared continued, “but our downtime is more relaxed here. It works for us.” Smiling, he took Lizzie’s hand and gave it a squeeze.
“And being hot and heavy newlyweds has nothing to do with the contentment?” Quinn asked with a sardonic grin.
“Of course it does,” Jared said. “That’s the best part. But it’s not the only thing we love about being here.”
“There’s something special about this island and the people who live here,” Lizzie said. “I’ve never felt so instantly at home anywhere else I’ve lived since I left my parents’ home.”
“I can see why,” Quinn said. “I really liked your friends and how easily they accepted me into the group.”
“And that’s only one small fraction of our island tribe,” Jared said. “Wait until you meet the McCarthy family and the rest of our friends.”
“I’ll admit to being tempted to take you up on your generous offer,” Quinn said.
Lizzie held her breath, waiting to hear what else he would say.
“I do have a few stipulations.”
“Name them,” Jared said, speaking for both of them.
“If I take the job, the business end would be all yours, but the medical part would be all mine. I hire, I fire, I set policy and oversee everything having to do with patient care.”
“Done,” Jared and Lizzie said at the same time.
“That was easy,” Quinn said, laughing.
“We need you to do all of that because we haven’t the first clue,” Lizzie said.
“The offer appeals to me because someone else would deal with the insurance companies, the licensing, the state—all the crap that doctors hate—and I’d get to be part of it from the beginning. I like that.”
“We’re currently recruiting for an administrator,” Lizzie said.
“And when you hire that person, you’d tell him or her that I’m in charge of the medical end?”
“Absolutely,” she said. “We’d make that crystal clear.”
“The one thing we haven’t talked about is your salary,” Jared said. “I hope you know you can name your price. My wife has her heart set on having you on the team, and I like to make her happy.”
“That’s very generous,” Quinn said. “Thank you both for the vote of confidence. If nothing else, your interest in me for this has been good for my ego.”
After a long pause, during which Lizzie had to hold her tongue to keep from trying to hard-sell him, he said, “Brutus and I could use a change of pace. We’ll give it a whirl.”
“Yes!” Lizzie cried, loud enough to wake the sleeping puppy, who came to barking and growling.
“Easy, boy,” Quinn said, patting his head. “Auntie Lizzie gets a little excited.”
“She loves nothing more than when one of her plans comes together,” Jared said, sending her a warm smile.
Lizzie could tell he was every bit as thrilled as she was that Quinn would be coming to the island. “You can stay with us for as long as you need to,” she said. “We’ve got plenty of room.”
“You guys don’t need me underfoot. I’ll find my own place.”
“You can stay in the caretaker’s suite at the Chesterfield,” Jared said of the estate they owned and operated as a wedding venue. “That’d be perfect.”
“How soon do you want me here?”
“Um, last week?” Lizzie said.
“I’ll need a week or two to get my shit together, but it won’t take long. And then I’m all yours.”
Lizzie rubbed her hands together gleefully.
“Why do I feel like I’ve made a deal with the devil?” Quinn asked, amused by her reaction.
“You have no idea, bro,” Jared said with a long-suffering sigh even as he looked at her with love and affection. “No idea at all.”
A madhouse greeted Slim and Erin when they arrived at the McCarthy home, which was filled with family members and friends.
Thomas McCarthy and his cousin Ashleigh Sturgil chased each other through the house, their faces flushed with Christmas excitement.
The house smelled of evergreen and spices, and a fire cast a warm glow over the big room full of people.
“Welcome to Bedlam,” Evan said as he took their coats and offered them drinks.
Slim asked for a beer, and Erin said she was good for now.
“Sorry about the insanity,” Evan said, handing the cold bottle to Slim. “This family gets bigger every year.”
“From the looks of things, it’s been a good day,” Slim said.
“It’s been fun. So did Jenny burn dinner?”
“Not even close,” Erin said.
“Alex said she’s had a few challenges with the new stove.”
“Did he tell you that he has, too?” Erin asked.
Evan laughed. “Somehow he left that part out.”
“I can’t wait to tell her that.”
“You didn’t hear it from me.”
They were welcomed into the boisterous group with hugs and kisses from Big Mac and Linda, and were drawn into a conversation about Adam and Abby’s New Year’s Eve wedding. Plans were being made for impromptu bachelor and bachelorette parties three days before the wedding.
“Gentlemen,” Mac said in a grave tone, “this is our chance for revenge.”
“What’re you spouting off about now, Mac?” Janey asked her brother as she patted the back of baby PJ, who was asleep in her arms.
“The prank,” Mac said. “The time for revenge is upon us. It may not happen this week or even before Evan’s wedding, but you ladies need to be on guard against the power of our revenge.”
“Does he believe half the crap that comes out of his own mouth?” Tiffany asked her sister.
“The sad part is, I think he does,” Maddie replied wearily, drawing laughs from Mac’s family.
“I’m with Mac,” Tiffany’s husband, Blaine, said. “You all need to be punished for leading us to believe you’d hired male strippers for Jenny’s bachelorette party.”
“I agree,” Grant McCarthy said.
“Me, too,” Evan and Adam said together.
“Boys, boys, boys,” Big Mac said to his sons. “The first rule of combat is you don’t tell the enemy you’re coming. Haven’t I taught you anything?”
“My brother is right,” Frank McCarthy said from his perch on the floor in front of a huge Christmas tree. His girlfriend, Betsy, was seated next to him. “Why’re you tipping your hand, Mac?”
“Well,” Mac said, “we do love them most of the time, except when they’re lying to our faces about strippers. We wouldn’t want them to be unprepared for our revenge.”
“I don’t know about the rest of you ladies, but I’m not particularly scared of this so-called revenge,” Laura said.
“Me either,” Janey said as the others nodded in agreement.
“Do your worst,” Grace said, smiling at Evan.
“And don’t you dare do anything to ruin my wedding,” Abby said, “or I will have to kill you.”
“I’d help you,” Maddie said.
Laughing, Mac held up his hands to fend them off. “I hear ya.”