Chapters (49)
- Cover
- chapter one
- chapter two
- chapter three
- chapter four
- chapter five
- chapter six
- chapter seven
- chapter eight
- chapter nine
- chapter ten
- chapter eleven
- chapter twelve
- chapter thirteen
- chapter fourteen
- chapter fifteen
- chapter sixteen
- chapter seventeen
- chapter eighteen
- chapter nineteen
- chapter twenty
- chapter twenty-one
- chapter twenty-two
- chapter twenty-three
- chapter twenty-four
- chapter twenty-five
- chapter twenty-six
- chapter twenty-seven
- chapter twenty-eight
- chapter twenty-nine
- chapter thirty
- chapter thirty-one
- chapter thirty-two
- chapter thirty-three
- chapter thirty-four
- chapter thirty-five
- chapter thirty-six
- chapter thirty-seven
- chapter thirty-eight
- chapter thirty-nine
- chapter forty
- chapter forty-one
- chapter forty-two
- Epilogue
- Discussion Questions
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Praise for Denise Hunter
- Also by Denise Hunter
Aiden’s ears perked up, noting the absence of sound. “The rain stopped.”
She straightened in her seat, eyes gleaming. “The storm’s over.”
chapter sixteen
The storm left as suddenly as it arrived. From the deck Sophie anchored the window shutter in place, then wiped her hands on the dishrag.
A gray abyss yawned overhead, stretching toward the horizon where it met the blue of the sea. Waves undulated on its expansive surface, rolling ashore with loud crashes. The beach itself was littered with flotsam. Small branches and twigs cluttered the backyard, but thankfully there’d been no damage to the house.
She looked to the top of the ladder where Aiden secured the bedroom shutter. He leaned in as he worked, long legs pressed against the aluminum rungs. His biceps bulged beneath his short sleeves as he struggled to secure the shutter.
They were almost done. He’d confirmed that the airport had opened, and she’d reserved a rental car and left a message at a towing facility. He’d be leaving in a couple hours.
She shook away the gloom. Alanda had texted to let her know the boardwalk shops had also lost electricity. Sophie would have to make do with natural light as she painted and use flashlights once the sun had set. She wouldn’t let that sour her mood, though. Today was the start of her bright new beginning.
She shielded her eyes against the bright sky as she peered up at Aiden. “Well, I’ve finished my windows; what’s taking you so long?”
He smiled down at her, that charming half smile that was so dangerous to her well-being. “Why’s everything a competition with you, Lawson?”
“That’s why I win, Maddox.”
“You seem to have forgotten our Yahtzee game.”
“Maybe I let you win because you’re such a sore loser.”
He laughed as he latched the shutter in place, then started down the ladder. “Since you’re so good at this, I think I’ll let you do the last window.”
She steadied the ladder as he descended. “I’ll probably get it done more quickly anyway.”
“Be my guest. I’ll pick up the sticks in the yard after I return a call.”
“You don’t have to do that. I can clean up tomorrow. But if you can take me to Budget, I’d appreciate it.”
He checked his watch. “We should have time for both.”
She stepped aside as he reached the ground. Then he picked up the ladder and moved it to the last window. “It’s all yours.”
He secured the ladder and held it in place as she ascended. It barely shook under Aiden’s firm grip. Once she reached the third rung from the top, she braced herself.
“Thanks,” she called down. “I got it from here.”