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
Imagine being married to a woman as amazing as Laura and not being satisfied. Owen couldn’t conceive of such a thing, because being with her—and her son—was the greatest honor of his life. Since Justin had agreed to sign the divorce papers shortly after Holden was born, Owen bore the guy no ill will. He’d done the right thing and set her free. He wouldn’t be entirely satisfied until her divorce was officially final, though, and worrying about when that would happen had him placing a call to Dan Torrington.
“Morning,” Dan said in a mumble that had Owen checking the clock and then wincing.
“Sorry. I had no idea it was still so early. We’re on baby time over here.”
“No problem. What’s up?”
“Laura’s divorce is what’s up. What’re you hearing?”
“Should have the final decree any day now.”
“Will it be in time for the wedding?”
“You’ve got plenty of time, Owen. Try not to worry. I’m keeping a close eye on it, and we’ll get it done.”
“Okay,” Owen said, even though Dan’s assurances didn’t completely address his anxiety, which was all over the place lately.
“How you holding up?”
Owen grunted out a laugh. “Fantastic. Never been better.”
“I don’t want to fill you with platitudes, but it’ll all be over soon, and you can move on.”
“That’s what everyone is telling me.”
“If there’s anything I can do for you or your mother, you only have to ask.”
“Thanks, Dan. It makes us both feel better that you’ll be with us in Virginia.”
“I’m glad to be going. The greatest satisfaction I get out of my career is seeing justice done—no matter what form it takes.”
“I just hope we get justice.”
“You have a good case. Is it a slam dunk? No, but I think it’ll go your way in the end.”
Dan’s assurances helped address some of Owen’s greatest fears. “I’ll see you Tuesday morning.”
“I’ll be there.”
After he ended the call with Owen, Dan returned the phone to the bedside table. He’d tried to get up when the phone woke him out of a sound sleep, but Kara’s arm around him had kept him in bed while he talked to Owen.
“Sorry about that,” he said as he turned toward her.