Have we met all the McCarthy cousins?

Nope. There’re quite a few others out there waiting for their turn to visit the island.

Tell us the truth—will David have to deliver Janey’s baby?

Wouldn’t you love to know!? You’ll have to keep reading to find out!

Do you have other questions? Send them my way at [email protected] and I’ll post them to the McCarthy section of my website.

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Treading Water

Treading Water

Treading Water Series, Book 1

By: Marie Force

Chapter 1

Jack gauged the impossible twelve-foot putt.

Jamie Booth, his best friend and business partner, sighed with exasperation. “There’s no way, Jack, so just putt, will you?”

“Stop rushing me.” Jack took a deep calming breath and aligned his putter as a warm spring breeze blew in off Rhode Island’s Narragansett Bay. He tapped the ball, watched in amazement as it dropped into the hole, and pumped his arm like a professional golfer.

While their clients congratulated Jack, Jamie moaned and groaned. “I’ll be hearing about this for weeks.”

“Watch and learn, my friend,” Jack said with a grin. “Watch. And. Learn.”

His cell phone vibrated in his pocket as the foursome moved to the fifteenth tee. Jack checked the caller ID and saw it was his wife, Clare. After the terrible fight they’d had that morning, he was relieved to hear from her.

“Dad?”

The frantic tone of his oldest daughter’s voice stopped his heart. “What’s the matter?”

“It’s Mom.”

“What? What, Jill?”

“She was hit by a car.” Jill was crying so hard, he had trouble understanding her. “They’re taking her to Newport Hospital.”

Her words sent a jolt of icy fear straight through him. “I’m coming, honey,” he managed to say. “I’ll be right there.”

Abandoning his clubs and his clients, he took off running across the golf course.

In the parking lot, Jamie pried Jack’s keys out of his hand. “What’s wrong, Jack?”

“It’s Clare.” Jack told him the news in a flat, shocked tone as they peeled out of the parking lot.

“Oh my God,” Jamie muttered.

During the brief ride, a series of images flashed through Jack’s mind, spanning the nearly twenty years he’d spent with Clare. His stomach ached when he remembered their angry words that morning. She has to be all right. She has to be.

“Talk to me,” Jamie said.

“We fought.” Jack felt detached from the moment, as if he was watching a movie of someone else’s life.

“When?”

“This morning.”

“I didn’t think you guys ever fought.”

“We never used to, but lately…Seems to be all we do.” Jack hadn’t even realized it until that moment, until it was possible he could lose her.

“What happened this morning?”