She shook her head. “Because his father cares so little about him that he’d sign him away without ever even knowing him.”

Mac stepped back from her, picked up Thomas from the floor and hugged them both. “His father cares so much about him that there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for him. His father will love him and care for him and give him his name and protect him every day of his life.”

Maddie looked up at him with her heart in those caramel eyes.

He brushed a gentle kiss over her lips. “His father will love him and his mother forever.” He kissed her again. “Now about those conditions you mentioned. . .”

“Will Thomas’s father try very hard to not keep things from his mother?”

“He’ll do his best, as long as he’s allowed to occasionally surprise her.”

She raised that eyebrow of hers. “And these will be good surprises?”

“The very best surprises he can think of.”

“In that case, my friend, you’ve got yourself a family.”

“I guess it’s official, then.”

“Our engagement?”

“That, too.” Mac leaned in to kiss her once more. “Knocking you off your bike was the best thing I ever did.”

She smiled. “I couldn’t agree more.”

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Fool for Love

Fool for Love

The McCarthys of Gansett Island, Book 2

By: Marie Force

The phone call Joe Cantrell had waited half his life to receive came in around nine on an otherwise average Tuesday evening. He’d put in a twelve-hour day on the ferries, done four round-trips to the island, and had just sat down to eat when his cell phone rang. Since he’d been in a foul mood all day, tortured by images of Janey in Boston with her fiancé, he’d almost ignored the call. Thank God he grabbed it on the last ring before voicemail picked up.

“Joe.”

One word set his heart to racing. He’d know that voice anywhere. “Janey? Why are you calling me when you’re visiting David?” He kept his tone light, but just saying the guy’s name made Joe sick. He couldn’t stand the way David went weeks, sometimes months, without so much as a visit to his fiancée. Sometimes Joe wished he didn’t have front-row access to who came and went from the island. Some things he was better off not knowing.