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
“This stupid thing keeps rebooting itself right in the middle of transactions. Tell me there’s something you can do.”
“If you give me a minute to look at it, I should be able to tell you.” He reached into the pocket of his cargo shorts and withdrew the glasses that had become necessary for twelve-hour days in front of computers and slid them on.
“Very sexy in a nerdy sort of way,” Stephanie said after careful assessment.
“Gee, thanks. You still want my help?”
“Sorry. I just have no time for this. I need to get back to my restaurant, but I can’t leave them in the lurch. And I need to check on Grant.”
As Adam clicked around behind the scenes on the computer’s hard drive, he said, “I saw him a little while ago.”
“Was he up?”
“Just.”
Her deep sigh said it all.
“What gives?”
“Hell if I know. He’s not talking. He tosses and turns all night. When he does sleep, usually during the day, he wakes up sweating and breathing hard like he’s been running a marathon or something. He’s not working or writing or getting anything done. It’s all very unlike him.”
“So you’re worried?”
“I’m very worried, but I don’t know what to do. Everyone says to give him time, but it’s been a week, and he’s still a mess. Physically he seems fine, so I don’t think it’s that.”
“My mom thinks something happened out there that he can’t bring himself to talk about.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know, but it had to be pretty traumatic. Too bad there isn’t a shrink on this island. Seems like we might need one.”
“If he won’t talk to me, what makes you think he’d talk to a shrink?”
“Maybe it’s something he doesn’t want to tell you or any of us because he doesn’t want us to know about it.” With a few more keystrokes, he had cleared the cache on the register’s computer and freed up enough memory to get it running again. “There you go.”
Stephanie’s eyes bugged. “What did you do?”
Amused by her reaction, he tugged off his glasses. “Do you honestly care?”
“No, I absolutely don’t care. I only care that it’s working again. Thank you so much!”
“My pleasure. Hey, so before you run off, let me know what I can do to help with Grant. I’ll keep trying to get him to talk to me, but if there’s something else I can do, call me, will you?”