Chapters (38)
- Copyright
- Author's Note
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- A Gansett Island Short Story
- Acknowledgements
- I Want to Hold Your Hand
- Other Books By Marie Force
- About The Author
- Marie's Upcoming Events
“I know. I will. Soon.” The thought of telling his sons their mother had left him for another man made Kevin feel physically ill.
A gorgeous dark-haired woman approached them, and Frank’s face lit up with a huge smile as he held out a hand to her.
“Lovely ceremony, Your Honor,” she said with a warm smile for Frank.
Kevin watched in stunned amazement as Frank put his arm around the woman and she rested her arm on his shoulder. In all the years since Joann died, he’d never seen Frank with another woman.
“Thank you. Betsy, this is my baby brother, Kevin. Kevin, Betsy Jacobson.”
“Nice to meet you,” Kevin said, raising a brow in his brother’s direction. “Speaking of holding out…”
Frank laughed and looked up at Betsy with unabashed affection. “It’s a fairly recent development.”
“Not so recent,” Mac said with a teasing grin for the happy couple. “It’s been going on for a while now.”
Kevin experienced a pang of envy for the happiness his older brother had found after decades on his own. “You’ve got one of the good ones, Betsy.”
“I know.”
“Kevin just told us he’s going to be sticking around for a while,” Frank told Betsy.
“That’s great,” she said. “I look forward to getting to know you better.”
“Me, too.” Kevin looked forward to that and anything else that kept him away from the nightmare unfolding at home.
Chapter 30
Chapter 30
After everyone had eaten the Caribbean-themed dinner that Stephanie’s chef had prepared, Evan moved to the corner of the deck that had been set aside for him, his sound engineer, Josh, and two other musicians Evan had recruited to provide the music for the night’s festivities. He plugged his prized Gibson Les Paul electric guitar into the small amplifier he’d brought from the studio. Behind him, the sun dipped toward the horizon in a blaze of orange and red and gold that would end in a spectacular sunset.