Chapters (50)
- Dedication
- About This Book
- 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 NINTEEN
- 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
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
Noah sighed. He’d stopped by Mrs. Pringle’s house on his way home and begged her for a solid ten minutes to let him take her to the high school. He’d even offered up a guest room in his house. At eighty-one, the woman was impossibly stubborn. He’d made sure her name was at the top of the fire department’s welfare checklist for the morning.
“If people are in trouble, Sar, we’ll help. That’s the best thing about Merry. We’re all in this together. We’re going to be okay, and that means we can help everyone else who needs it.”
She weighed his words and stared into the flames of the fireplace behind him.
“Okay. Now, why aren’t you dating?”
“Where is this coming from?”
“Mom’s engaged to Ricky.”
Noah rolled his eyes. He was well aware that his ex-wife was getting remarried. And to be fair, he had no complaints about her choice in husband—besides a grown man still going by the name “Ricky.” He seemed nice enough and certainly treated both Mellody and Sara well. As long as Sara didn’t suddenly start calling Ricky “dad,” Noah planned to have a polite relationship with the man.
“What does your mom being engaged have to do with anything?”
Sara gave a one-shoulder shrug. “I thought maybe you were still like pining over her or something.”
“Did you think we were going to get back together?” he asked, a headache forming between his eyes at the thought of his daughter being disappointed.
“Geez. No. I just think that Mom’s happy now. But you’re not. So why don’t you go find someone who makes you happy?”
“People don’t make other people happy,” Noah pointed out.
“Life lesson,” Sara stabbed her pointer finger at him accusingly.
“Sorry.” Noah hid his smile.
“You never have fun, Dad. I worry about you.”
“I have plenty of fun,” he argued.
“No. You don’t. You work, and you lecture me, and you worry about stuff. Zero. Fun. Ever. I kinda wonder if maybe you don’t know how to have fun.”
Noah did the only thing a father could do when faced with such an accusation. He hit his daughter in the face with a pillow.
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FOUR
Cat finished up the email and pushed away from the work station in her apartment. Rain, a deluge of it, made it impossible to see through her fourth-floor windows. The edges of Hurricane Veronica were doing their best to remind New York City that no one messed with Mother Nature. She couldn’t imagine what a direct hit would look like.
The TV screen mounted on the wall flickered, catching her attention. She picked up the remote and turned the volume up.
“Hurricane Veronica has made landfall over Long Island and continues to head for the Connecticut coast.”