Chapters (55)
- Cover
- Praise for Novels by
- Dedication
- PROLOGUE
- 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
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- PROLOGUE
- A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- DISCUSSION QUESTIONS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I’m on the ferry back to the island. I have business to take care of. I have a choice to make about the master chief position—they’ve officially offered it to me, even though I never told Duncan I’d consider it. It’s a good opportunity.
But it’s Nantucket.
Staying would be hard. How could I live on that island and not have Louisa in my life? But then how could I leave and know she won’t be in my future?
I wish you were here to tell me what to do. I wish you knew her—the person she became. I have a feeling you’d love her. She’s just so easy to love.
And she seems to be a lot like you—the way she loves people, the way she’d do anything for anyone. I didn’t realize how important that was until recently, but it’s like Louisa has always known it, from the beginning.
Thanks for living a life that taught me so much. Thanks for saving me, for giving me another chance.
I promise not to waste another day.
Cody
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
THE FERRY WOULD ARRIVE ON THE ISLAND AT 5:15. Cody had purposely taken this boat so he wouldn’t feel anxious about being on Brant Point. If he’d arrived any earlier, he would’ve been tempted to check and see if Louisa was there.
He leaned back in his seat and stared out the window. He watched the boat glide through the water, and he itched to get back out there with his guys. He wondered if they’d had any rescues while he’d been away. He wondered if they’d been keeping up maintenance on the cutter. He wondered when he started thinking of Nantucket as home.
He shook the thought aside as his phone buzzed in his hand. He turned it over and saw a text from McKenzie Palmer:
My new blog post. Thought you might be interested.
He clicked on the link and read the headline: Local Business Owner Starts Nonprofit.
Louisa Chambers is in the business of making magic . . . and if she has her way, that magic will be sprinkled on some very worthy recipients—at no cost to them.
He read the article and learned about Louisa’s plans to develop a nonprofit arm of The Good Life—free vacations fully funded and planned by her and her team.
He stopped scrolling as the image of Louisa’s beautiful face appeared on his phone. Her smile, her eyes, her pale skin and red hair—it all stared back at him, accompanied by the years-old memories that mingled with more recent ones. Memories he’d revisited more times than he cared to admit.
He missed her.