Desire After Dark: A Gansett Island Novel (13 page)

Now that he and Daisy were home and it was go-time, David was suddenly nervous. He took Daisy’s coat and hung it next to his. While she was in the bedroom, he turned on the gas fireplace, plugged in the Christmas tree lights and lit the candles they kept in the living room for what she
called “romantic nights at home.” He loved those nights when they cooked dinner together, opened a bottle of wine and watched a movie or played a game or made love on the sofa. It didn’t matter what they did. They always had fun together.

David went into the bedroom to see what she was doing. The bathroom door was closed, so he took advantage of the opportunity to retrieve the ring from
the velvet box in his bedside table. He put it in his pants pocket and went out to the living room to wait for her. On the way to the sofa, he checked to make sure the bottle of champagne he’d put in the fridge earlier was sufficiently chilled.

Everything was ready. All he needed now was her. All he’d ever need for the rest of his life was her.

As he waited, he thought about the
night he met her when she’d been bruised and battered at the hands of the man she’d loved. Her courage had touched him deeply that night when he’d treated her at the clinic. While she recovered at home, he’d fallen into the habit of checking on her after work each day. She’d insisted on sharing with him the abundance of food the island community had brought her, which began their habit of having dinner
together each night.

It had taken off from there. One night at a time, one dinner at a time, his days began to be shaped around the hours he got to spend with her. And since she’d moved in with him, he got to sleep with her every night and wake with her every morning, and a life that had spun out of control was now firmly back on track, thanks in large part to the calming effect she had
on him.

However, when she came into the living room wearing the peach silk nightgown and matching robe he’d given her earlier, the last thing he felt was calm. The color perfectly complemented her peaches-and-cream complexion. Her long blonde hair had been brushed until it fell in silky, shiny waves down her back.

David was speechless, which wasn’t conducive to his plans for the
evening.

She sat on the sofa next to him, curling her legs under her, as if she hadn’t just blown him away simply by walking into the room wearing peach silk. “This is nice,” she said of the fire, the candles and the tree. “Very cozy.”

“You’re stunning,” he said when he’d recovered the ability to speak.

“This old thing?” With a coy smile, she ran her finger down the front
of the robe, hooking it in the belt that was knotted at her waist. “My boyfriend bought me this for Christmas. I thought he might like to see me in it.”

That, David realized, was the last time she’d ever refer to him as her boyfriend. From now on, after he asked the most important of questions, she would hopefully refer to him as her fiancé, and then, before too long, her husband. He couldn’t
wait for either of those titles.

“Suffice to say your boyfriend thinks you look magnificent in it.”

She caressed the spot between his brows. “You’re pensive tonight. You’re sure everything is okay?”

“Everything is as good as it has ever been.”

“Wow, that’s nice to hear.”

“It’s all because of you, you know.” He’d rehearsed this moment a thousand times in his mind,
but now that it was upon him, the words he’d practiced didn’t seem adequate.

“What is?"

“Everything. Everything is perfect because of you and how much I love you. I was a wreck of a man when I met you, and slowly but surely, one day at a time, you put me back together. You gave me back my life, Daisy.”

Her eyes filled with tears. “You did the same for me,” she said in a hushed
tone. “After everything that happened with Truck,” she said of the ex-boyfriend who had abused her, “I couldn’t imagine taking a chance with any guy again. But there you were, every night after long days at work, coming to check on me. You were so sweet and caring. You made me forget all my plans to stay single forever.”

“Thank goodness for that,” he said, smiling as he took her left hand
and kissed the back of it. “You mean everything to me, Daisy. I hope you know that.”

She moved onto his lap, straddling him and taking his face in her hands to kiss him. “I do. Of course I do. How could I not when you tell me every day?”

David drew her in closer and fell into the kiss, his tongue rubbing against hers and setting off a predictable reaction. He broke the kiss and redirected
his attention to her neck. “Do I tell you too often?”

“No,” she said, laughing as she tilted her head to give him better access. “I never get tired of hearing how much you love me.”

“I hope you’ll never get tired of that or of me.”

“Never. No way. I love you so much. Sometimes I think you have no idea just how much. You say I put you back together. How about what you did for
me? You were the first guy I ever dated who treated me with respect and kindness and sweetness. I’d never had any of that until I had you.”

“You deserve all that and so much more. You deserve everything.”

“As long as I have you and us, I have everything I’ll ever want or need.”

She had given him the perfect opening to pop the question.

“Could I get up for a second?”
he asked.

“Oh, sure.” She moved back to where she’d started out, legs under her as always.

For the rest of his life, he would never forget how her expression went from baffled when he moved the coffee table out of his way to astounded when he dropped to one knee before her.

“David,” she said, gasping. “
What
…”

He took hold of her hand once again. “My beautiful, sweet,
adorable, sexy Daisy. Would you please do me the huge, enormous, life-changing honor of being my wife?”

“
Yes!
Oh my God, yes.
Yes, yes, yes
.” She threw herself into his arms and kissed him.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he said when they came up for air.

“Was there any doubt?”

“Not really, but thanks for not making me suffer.”

“I would never do that to you.”

“Wait! I forgot the most important part.” He hadn’t forgotten, but now he couldn’t wait to give her the ring. Still smiling at her enthusiastic response to his proposal, he retrieved the ring from his pocket and slid the three-carat stunner onto her left hand. A two-carat princess-cut diamond was framed by another carat of smaller diamonds that continued all the way around the platinum band.

“David. Oh my
God
.”

“Do you like it?”

“Do I
like
it?” she asked, laughing as tears ran unchecked down her face. “It’s the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen! How did you do this? You never left the island!”

“A jeweler on the mainland helped me out. I told him I wanted something spectacular for the most amazing woman I’ve ever known. I said it had to be as special as
she is. A hundred emails later, I think we got it.” Her reaction made all the effort to get it right worthwhile.

She continued to stare at the ring, moving it this way and that to catch the light from the candles and the tree. And as she studied it, her smiled dimmed ever so slightly, enough that he noticed.

“What’s wrong?”

“How could anything be wrong?”

“Daisy, I know
you well enough by now to know when something is troubling you. Please just tell me what it is.”

“You’ll think I’m silly.”

“Never.”

She looked up at him shyly. “I worry that you spent too much money.”

Knowing how frugal she’d had to be in her old life, he’d expected her to feel that way. “If I’d spent ten times more, it still wouldn’t have been enough.”

“Yes,
it would!”

“No, it wouldn’t. I don’t want you to worry about money anymore. I make a very nice living, and so do you. We’ve worked hard and have earned the right to have nice things and enjoy life. It made me happy to buy this ring for you. It’s the ring I wanted you to have.”

“It’s incredible, David,” she whispered. “I can’t stop looking at it.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it.” She looked up at him with big eyes gone liquid with emotion. “I’ll never forget this night. Not ever.”

He moved back onto the sofa and took her into his arms, kissing her. “And we haven’t even begun to celebrate. How about some champagne?”

“I’d love some—after you kiss me some more.”

“I can do that,” he said, thrilled to have the rest of his life to kiss
her and love her and have everything with her.

N
ext door
at the Jameses’ house, Quinn’s four-month-old puppy, Brutus, had the full attention of three adults, all of whom were on the floor playing with him. He was a mixed breed of some sort, with floppy ears and huge feet that he constantly tripped over. Expecting him to be a big dog, Quinn had
given him what he called a “man’s” name.

“He’s adorable,” Lizzie declared as she tugged one end of a rope while Brutus pulled from the other end.

“He thinks he’s so fierce,” Quinn said, amused by everything Brutus did, which Lizzie took as a positive sign that her brother-in-law was coming out of the fog he’d been in since his last deployment overseas. Something had happened over
there. Something he didn’t talk about to anyone, even Jared.

After asking his family to give him time and space to deal with some things, he’d fallen off the radar for months. He hadn’t said what he was dealing with or where he’d been, and they hadn’t asked. The one thing Jared had asked of her before Quinn arrived to spend Christmas with them was not to ask him about where he’d been or
what he’d been doing.

That wasn’t easy for someone who was curious by nature, but she’d respected Jared’s wishes. Besides, she wanted Quinn to love it here so much that he’d accept their offer to run their rest home. Now that they were nearly finished with the addition to the O’Gradys’ home, Mac McCarthy, his cousins, Riley, Finn and Shane, as well as Luke Harris, would begin gutting the
interior of the former school building in January.

They had promised to have the construction finished by June, which would give her and the team she planned to hire over the summer time to furnish and equip the facility with everything they’d need to begin accepting patients in September. The best news of all? They already had a waiting list of people interested, either on behalf of themselves
or an elderly family member.

The one thing they didn’t have yet was a medical director, and that was where Quinn came into play.

“Did you have a good time today?” Lizzie asked him.

“I did. They’re a fun group of people.”

“We do have a good time around here,” Lizzie said, encouraged to hear he’d enjoyed the day. “There’s always something going on, even in the winter.”

Worn out from playing, Brutus curled up in Quinn’s lap and started snoring a minute later.

Quinn stroked the dog’s soft fur. “Do you ever feel confined or cooped up or… I don’t know,
crazy
, being stuck here? Especially after living in the city for as long as you both did.”

Lizzie glanced at Jared, who nodded at her to go ahead and reply. “I love it here. I love everything about
it, from the natural beauty of the island, to the work we’re doing at the Chesterfield and now with the rest home, to the people. I’ve made some of the best friends I’ve ever had here. Does it get quiet? Sometimes, but I’ve found the quiet allows me time to breathe in a way that I never could in the city. Life there was always frantic and fast-paced. It’s a slower life here, to be sure, but no
less satisfying.”

“I agree,” Jared said. “It’s a totally different life than we had in the city, but that’s a good thing. I don’t know how much longer I could’ve kept up that pace and not had some sort of breakdown.”

Lizzie was surprised to hear him admit that.

“We’re still working almost as hard as we used to,” Jared continued, “but our downtime is more relaxed here. It works
for us.” Smiling, he took Lizzie’s hand and gave it a squeeze.

“And being hot and heavy newlyweds has nothing to do with the contentment?” Quinn asked with a sardonic grin.

“Of course it does,” Jared said. “That’s the best part. But it’s not the only thing we love about being here.”

“There’s something special about this island and the people who live here,” Lizzie said. “I’ve
never felt so instantly at home anywhere else I’ve lived since I left my parents’ home.”

“I can see why,” Quinn said. “I really liked your friends and how easily they accepted me into the group.”

“And that’s only one small fraction of our island tribe,” Jared said. “Wait until you meet the McCarthy family and the rest of our friends.”

“I’ll admit to being tempted to take you
up on your generous offer,” Quinn said.

Lizzie held her breath, waiting to hear what else he would say.

“I do have a few stipulations.”

“Name them,” Jared said, speaking for both of them.

“
If
I take the job, the business end would be all yours, but the medical part would be all mine. I hire, I fire, I set policy and oversee everything having to do with patient care.”

“Done,” Jared and Lizzie said at the same time.

“That was easy,” Quinn said, laughing.

“We need you to do all of that because we haven’t the first clue,” Lizzie said.

“The offer appeals to me because someone else would deal with the insurance companies, the licensing, the state—all the crap that doctors hate—and I’d get to be part of it from the beginning. I like that.”

“We’re currently recruiting for an administrator,” Lizzie said.

“And when you hire that person, you’d tell him or her that I’m in charge of the medical end?”

“Absolutely,” she said. “We’d make that crystal clear.”

“The one thing we haven’t talked about is your salary,” Jared said. “I hope you know you can name your price. My wife has her heart set on having you on the
team, and I like to make her happy.”

“That’s very generous,” Quinn said. “Thank you both for the vote of confidence. If nothing else, your interest in me for this has been good for my ego.”

After a long pause, during which Lizzie had to hold her tongue to keep from trying to hard-sell him, he said, “Brutus and I could use a change of pace. We’ll give it a whirl.”

“Yes!” Lizzie
cried, loud enough to wake the sleeping puppy, who came to barking and growling.

“Easy, boy,” Quinn said, patting his head. “Auntie Lizzie gets a little excited.”

“She loves nothing more than when one of her plans comes together,” Jared said, sending her a warm smile.

Lizzie could tell he was every bit as thrilled as she was that Quinn would be coming to the island. “You can
stay with us for as long as you need to,” she said. “We’ve got plenty of room.”

“You guys don’t need me underfoot. I’ll find my own place.”

“Our friend Ned is the guy to talk to about houses on the island,” Jared said. “He’ll hook you up.”

“How soon do you want me here?”

“Um, last week?” Lizzie said.

“I’ll need a week or two to get my shit together, but it won’t
take long. And then I’m all yours.”

Lizzie rubbed her hands together gleefully.

“Why do I feel like I’ve made a deal with the devil?” Quinn asked, amused by her reaction.

“You have no idea, bro,” Jared said with a long-suffering sigh even as he looked at her with love and affection. “No idea at all.”

A
madhouse greeted
Slim and Erin when they arrived at the McCarthy
home, which was filled with family members and friends. Thomas McCarthy and his cousin Ashleigh Sturgil chased each other through the house, their faces flushed with Christmas excitement. The house smelled of evergreen and spices, and a fire cast a warm glow over the big room full of people.

“Welcome to Bedlam,” Evan said as he took their coats and offered them drinks.

Slim asked
for a beer, and Erin said she was good for now.

“Sorry about the insanity,” Evan said, handing the cold bottle to Slim. “This family gets bigger every year.”

“From the looks of things, it’s been a good day,” Slim said.

“It’s been fun. So did Jenny burn dinner?”

“Not even close,” Erin said.

“Alex said she’s had a few challenges with the new stove.”

“Did
he tell you that he has, too?” Erin asked.

Evan laughed. “Somehow he left that part out.”

“I can’t wait to tell her that.”

“You didn’t hear it from me.”

They were welcomed into the boisterous group with hugs and kisses from Big Mac and Linda, and were drawn into a conversation about Adam and Abby’s New Year’s Eve wedding. Plans were being made for impromptu bachelor
and bachelorette parties three days before the wedding.

“Gentlemen,” Mac said in a grave tone, “this is our chance for revenge.”

“What’re you spouting off about now, Mac?” Janey asked her brother as she patted the back of baby PJ, who was asleep in her arms.

“The
prank
,” Mac said. “The time for revenge is upon us. It may not happen this week or even before Evan’s wedding,
but you ladies need to be on guard against the power of our revenge.”

“Does he believe half the crap that comes out of his own mouth?” Tiffany asked her sister.

“The sad part is, I think he does,” Maddie replied wearily, drawing laughs from Mac’s family.

“I’m with Mac,” Tiffany’s husband, Blaine, said. “You all need to be punished for leading us to believe you’d hired male
strippers for Jenny’s bachelorette party.”

“I agree,” Grant McCarthy said.

“Me, too,” Evan and Adam said together.

“Boys, boys,
boys
,” Big Mac said to his sons. “The first rule of combat is you don’t
tell
the enemy you’re coming. Haven’t I taught you
anything
?”

“My brother is right,” Frank McCarthy said from his perch on the floor in front of a huge Christmas tree.
His girlfriend, Betsy, was seated next to him. “Why’re you tipping your hand, Mac?”

“Well,” Mac said, “we do love them
most of the time
, except when they’re lying to our faces about strippers. We wouldn’t want them to be unprepared for our revenge.”

“I don’t know about the rest of you ladies, but I’m not particularly scared of this so-called revenge,” Laura said.

“Me either,”
Janey said as the others nodded in agreement.

“Do your worst,” Grace said, smiling at Evan.

“And don’t you dare do anything to ruin my wedding,” Abby said, “or I will have to kill you.”

“I’d help you,” Maddie said.

Laughing, Mac held up his hands to fend them off. “I hear ya.”

“Nothing is going to ruin our wedding, babe,” Adam assured her. “Not even my brother
and his thirst for revenge.”

“Has love made you soft, Adam?” Mac asked. “You don’t think they deserve a taste of their own medicine?”

“No, I definitely think they do, but
not
at my wedding.”

“And not at mine,” Evan said.

“We’ll have a captive audience for
days
in Anguilla,” Mac said to Blaine and Joe, who nodded in agreement.

“You boys are heading for trouble,”
Linda said, leaning against Big Mac. “Mark my words.”

“They never have known when to quit while they’re ahead,” Janey said, earning snorts of outrage from her brothers.

“I’m just watching and learning,” Finn said.

“That’s your first mistake,” Linda said.

Enjoying their banter, Slim put an arm around Erin and gave her shoulder a squeeze. She smiled at him, and he was
happy to see her enjoying herself.

“Joe,” Big Mac said, “how’re your mom and Seamus holding up today?”

“They’re exhausted,” Joe said of his mother and her husband, who’d recently taken in two young boys after their mother’s tragic death. “We were there for dinner, and the boys were so excited, running around screaming, playing with their new toys and having the best time. Mom and
Seamus went all-out to make sure it was a great holiday for them, but she said to give you their regrets. They were turning in early tonight.”

“I’m so glad to hear the boys got through the holiday and had a good time,” Linda said.

“They’re doing great,” Janey said. “A few rough moments here and there, but overall, they’re coping as well as can be expected.”

A shriek from the
stairs preceded Thomas and Ashleigh running through the crowd, butt naked.

“What the heck are you doing?” Mac asked his son.

“We playing naked boy-naked girl, Dada.”

While everyone else howled with laughter, a horrified Maddie grabbed her son while Tiffany corralled Ashleigh.

“I’m not getting to play naked boy-naked girl,” Mac grumbled. “Why should they get to?”

“Shut
up
, Mac,” Maddie said, blushing as she took Thomas upstairs to find his clothes.

“That’s officially my new pickup line,” Grant said to Stephanie. “Hey, baby, wanna play naked boy-naked girl?”

“Is that just for me, or will any girl do?”

“Only you, my love,” he said, smiling as he leaned in to kiss his wife.

“This is Mallory’s first Christmas with us,” Linda
said. “We’re going to scare her off.”

“Not a chance,” Mallory said, wiping laughter tears from her eyes. “That was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m
mortified
,” Maddie said when she returned with Thomas, who was now dressed in pajamas.

Mac reached for his son and took him from Maddie. “That won’t be the first time a woman leads you astray, son.”

“
Hey
,” Blaine
said. “There’s
no way
that was Ashleigh’s idea.”

“I’m afraid it was,” Tiffany said, chagrinned as she returned with her daughter.

“God, she’s more like her mother than I feared,” Blaine said, earning himself a smack upside the head from his wife while the rest of the room lost it laughing again.

“Ashleigh doesn’t have a pee-pee, Dada,” Thomas said.

“
Oh my God!
” Maddie
took Thomas from Mac and headed for the front door while everyone else screamed with laughter. “Time to go home!”

“Yay, cuz I wanna play naked boy-naked girl,” Mac said, flashing a giddy grin.

“Does anyone have a muzzle I could borrow?” Maddie called from the foyer.

“If we had one,” Janey said, “we never would’ve taken it off him.”

“Have your laughs, citizens,” Mac
said, taking the sleeping Hailey from his mother, “but when I get home, I’m having mine. I’ve been cock-blocked for
days
thanks to sick kids, who are apparently feeling
just fine
now.”

“Did he just say cock-blocked in front of Mom?” Grant asked.