Chapters (30)
- Table of Contents
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Who's Who on Gansett Island
- 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
- Epilogue
- Waiting for Love Contest
- Gansett Island FAQ
- Treading Water
- Other Books By Marie Force
- About the Author
- Reviews
His ringing laugh and the squeeze of her hand pleased her. She liked making him laugh. When his smile faded a bit, she looked over to see what had caught his attention. His brother Mac and Luke Harris had walked into the restaurant. Mac zeroed right in on them sitting together.
Abby released Adam’s hand, and he pulled it back.
“Hey, bro,” Mac said as he approached the table with Luke. “Abby. I didn’t hear you were home.” He leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Nice to see you. Is Cal with you?”
“Nice to see you, too, Mac.” She glanced at Adam. “Cal and I broke up.”
“I hadn’t heard that.” Mac’s gaze darted between her and Adam. She could almost hear him jumping to conclusions that weren’t far from wrong.
“How’s the gift shop coming along?” she asked.
Mac forced his eyes off his brother and focused on her. “We should finish it up today.”
“That’s great. Laura is anxious to get it open by next month. That should give us just enough time.”
“So you’ll be running the store?”
“That’s the plan.”
“Adam, could I have a word with you?” Mac asked. “It’ll only take a minute.”
“Not right now. Later, maybe.”
Mac didn’t seem pleased to be rebuffed by his younger brother. “Find me before you leave.”
“Sure. Luke, good to see you.”
“You, too. The girls are getting up a night out tonight, so the guys are coming to my house for some poker. You’re welcome to join us.”
“I’d love to, thanks. See you then.”
Abby watched them walk to the bar where they procured coffee in to-go cups before they left the restaurant. On the way out, Mac took another long look at Adam and Abby.
“He’s such a pain in the ass,” Adam muttered.
“You love him.”
“Of course I love him, but sometimes I want to punch his lights out.”
“You two look so much alike it’s scary.”
“I’ve been hearing that my whole life. My own aunt mistook me for him the other day.” He took a drink of his coffee, his eyes on the door. “You know he’s already on the phone with Grant, telling him I’m eating breakfast with you.”
“Does that bother you?”
“Not for the reasons you think it might.”
“Good thing you already talked to Grant, huh?”
“Yeah, very good thing.”
“I don’t want to be the cause of trouble in your family.”
“Don’t worry about that. Grant is happy with Stephanie, and this has nothing to do with him. You two are ancient history. If you’d just broken up with him, that would be different, but it’s been over between you guys for a couple of years.”
As their breakfast arrived, Abby couldn’t help but worry about causing trouble between brothers who’d always been close.