Chapters (37)
- Copyright
- 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
- Epilogue
- Author’s Note
- Celebration After Dark
- You’ll Be Mine
- It’s Only Love
- Who’s Who on Gansett Island
- Other Books by the Author
- About the Author
“Lots of yoga and meditation. I’m in tune with my inner Zen.”
“I need to find my Zen, because I’m feeling anything but calm or rational right now.”
“Let’s go to the Cape, and I’ll help you find it.”
“Why, Ms. Russell, are you coming on to me by any chance?”
She flashed a saucy grin. “You know it.”
Paul laughed and felt some of the tension leave his body. He leaned in to kiss her before he closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side, eager to get on the road to the Cape.
Lizzie handed Jared his cell phone, which she had taken from the charger in the kitchen. “Are you going to call him?”
Jared was sitting by the pool reading the morning edition of The Wall Street Journal on his tablet. You could take the man out of Wall Street… “Has anyone ever told you that you can be a bit like a dog with a bone when you get one of your big ideas?”
“You tell me that all the time.” She stuck his phone under his nose. “Woof.”
Laughing, he took the phone from her, shaking his head at her tenacity. “I see that you’ve already got his number cued up for me.”
“I like to make things easy for you.”
“You like to make things expensive for me.”
“At least I’m not spending all your money on diamonds and furs.”
He glanced up at her, looking absolutely gorgeous with his blond hair still wet from his morning swim and aviator sunglass perched on his nose. “You know you could do that, right?”
“What the heck do I want with diamonds or furs when there’re so many people in need?”
“You’re the only wife of a billionaire who’s ever uttered those words.”
“I doubt that.”
“You’re the only wife of mine who ever uttered those words.”
“Make the call, Jared.”
“Yes, dear.” He pressed the green button to initiate the call. “Hey, Q, what’s up?”
Lizzie stood by and forced herself to be patient while they talked about the Yankees’ playoff chances and Quinn’s new puppy, which was apparently chewing everything in sight.
“Are the ladies going mad over your new baby?” Jared asked.
Lizzie rolled her hand, encouraging him to get to the point of the call.
“Apologies in advance, but my wife is breathing down my neck because she’s got a big idea that seems to involve you.” Jared explained Lizzie’s plan for a senior care facility on Gansett Island. “She’s even got the location already scouted and a builder on board to do the renovations. The one thing we need to make this happen is a staff doctor, and Lizzie’s got her heart set on you.”
She couldn’t hear what Quinn said in reply, and Jared’s expression didn’t give anything away.