Grant’s jaw worked. “I can see my parents were correct. There’s no reasoning with someone who can’t act like a respectable adult.” He started towards some fancy car a few spots down.

“Running to Mommy and Daddy always was your solution. Too bad they can’t save you from being a douchebag.”

He whirled on me, taking two giant strides in my direction. “You’ll watch what you say if you know what’s good for you.” I instinctively took a step back at the rage in Grant’s eyes but forced myself not to retreat any farther. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “I could destroy you. One piece of your worthless little island life at a time, Kenna. Remember that.”

Grant turned on his heel and headed for his car. My heart hammered against my ribs. I couldn’t force myself to move until Grant peeled out of the parking lot, and his vehicle disappeared from sight.

I laid a hand over my chest, breathing deeply. I was fine. Safe. Grant was just overreacting to me standing up to him. I said the words of comfort over and over in my mind as I drove home, but each one felt like a lie.

16

Crosby

“Delivery,” Penny singsonged as she walked into my office without knocking. “And it looks fancy.” She placed a package with intricate clear wrapping and an over-the-top box on my desk.

I surveyed the logo beneath the plastic and grinned. My favorite scotch. “Is there a note?”

Penny extended an envelope, but just before I plucked it from her hand, she pulled it back. “You gonna tell me who sent it?”

“I’d have to open the note to know that.” It had to be from Kenna. She must’ve asked Ford what my favorite scotch was.

“I’ll give you the note if you promise to tell me once you open it.”

“You know that you work for me, right? You’re not allowed to hold correspondence hostage because you’re nosy.”

Penny sniffed. “Correspondence. Don’t you put on that fancy lawyer vocabulary with me, young man.”

I grinned. “Hand over the card.”

She slapped it on my desk. “Fine. See if I care who’s sending you whiskey that probably costs more than my television.”

I chuckled as she turned and left, tearing open the card. I had the urge to drop it as soon as I saw the artful script on the thick paper.

Crosby,

I’m sorry. You’ll never know how much. Just tell me what I need to do to make it up to you. Come back to Boston, where you belong. Your family misses you. I miss you. Please.

All My Love,

Alicia