Kisses After Dark (25 page)

“You got it. Thanks again.” He waved them off as they left in the Porsche and then took the stairs to the garage apartment he shared with Daisy.

She was curled up in a ball on the sofa, sound asleep.

David smiled at the sight of her. She worked so hard at the hotel this time of year that she was worn out at the end of every long day. But she loved the job managing the housekeeping staff at McCarthy’s Gansett Island Hotel, and since she was the best thing to ever happen to him, he loved that she was happy.

Because he couldn’t be in the same room with her and not want to touch her, he put the container of lasagna in the kitchen, pulled off his tie, released the top three buttons on his shirt and went to join her on the sofa.

“Mmm,” she said, her voice sleepy and sweet. “There you are. Long day.”

“That just got three thousand percent better.”

“Only three thousand?”

“Make that three billion.”

She smiled without opening her eyes. “That’s a good number.”

David put his arms around her, and she snuggled up to him. “Now my awful day is perfect.”

“I heard about Maddie and Mac. Are you okay?”

Since Maddie was one of her closest friends, he was touched that she thought to ask if
he
was okay. “It was horrible. Devastating.”

“I’m so sad for them.”

“Did you get to talk to Maddie?”

She shook her head. “I tried to call her, but it went right to voice mail. I left a message for her and one for Linda offering to help with the kids if need be.”

“I’m sure Maddie knows we’re all thinking about her and Mac tonight.”

“I hope so.” She took a deep breath and perked right up. “What do I smell?”

“Carolina Cantrell’s lasagna. Or I guess I should say Carolina
O’Grady’s
lasagna.”

“My mouth is watering. Does this mean we don’t have to cook or go anywhere?”

“That’s exactly what it means.”

“What do you think of dinner in bed?”

“Other than deciding to love me, that’s the very best idea you’ve ever had.”

As she laughed, he kissed her and felt the troubles of his day melt away when she kissed him back with all the love and enthusiasm he’d come to expect from her.

Mac tucked Maddie into bed in the guest room at his uncle’s house and sat with her in the dark until she’d cried herself to sleep. She hadn’t said a single word since they left the island, and Mac had respected her need for quiet even as he was dying inside.

Under no circumstances had he imagined this day ending here, at his uncle’s house in the city. The house had been stuffy and hot from being closed up all summer but had been made available to them within minutes of his Uncle Frank hearing the news from Mac’s father.

His parents had come running and had done their best to hide their own heartbreak as they helped Mac gather what they needed for a few days away while they stayed with Thomas and Hailey. Now that he was certain Maddie was asleep, for the moment anyway, he went downstairs to call home to check on them.

“Hey, Mom.”

“Hi, honey. You got there all right?”

“Yeah. Maddie’s sleeping. How are the kids?”

“They’re both fine, but Thomas has a lot of questions.”

“Is he still awake?”

“Dad’s up with him. Let me check.” She was quiet as she went up the stairs, which told Mac that Hailey was already asleep. He pictured her in her crib, her bum in the air as she slept, thumb in her mouth. His eyes filled as he thought about her and Thomas. He’d once thought he’d never get around to having kids of his own, and now they and their mother were his whole world.

He wiped away tears that rolled unchecked down his face.

“Dada! Where you go?”

Thomas still called him the name he’d given him when Mac first came into his life. Someday he’d probably drop that second a, but Mac hoped it didn’t happen too soon. “Mama and I had something we had to do in Providence. But we’ll be home soon, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Are you being a good boy for Grandma and Papa?”

“Papa is reading books, but he keeps falling asleep!” In the background, Mac heard his father making snoring noises and Thomas’s accompanying belly laugh.

“He’s silly,” Mac said even as he continued to wipe away tears.

“He’s
so
silly. Are you sad, Dada?”

Knowing his son could hear the anguish in his voice made Mac ache. “Maybe a little, but I’ll be all right. You need to get to sleep now, okay?”

“Can Papa read me one more story?”

“One more.” Right then he’d give his son anything he asked for. “And then it’s time for night-night.”

“Okay, Dada. Can I talk to Mama?”

“She’s asleep, buddy. She’ll call you tomorrow. I love you and so does Mama.”

“Love you, too.”

After some rustling in the background, the phone was returned to his mother. “How’s Maddie?” Linda asked.

“Quiet.”

“She will be for a while.”

Mac sat on the sofa, elbows on knees, head bent.

“But she’ll bounce back. In time.”

“You’re sure of that?” Maddie’s unusual silence had given him an uneasy feeling over the last few hours.

“I’m positive.” After a pause, Linda said, “I’ve been where she is.”

“What? You have?”

“About a year before you… I was twelve weeks along.”

“I… I had no idea.”

“That’s because we didn’t talk about it. Still hurts, all these years later. The initial shock passes, but you never forget.”

“I don’t want to forget,” Mac said, his voice breaking.

“You won’t, honey.”

“I don’t know what to do for her. She’s…”

“She’s traumatized and heartbroken, but she’ll be all right. She just needs a little time to get her head around it. As do you.”

“She feels like she caused it because she said so many times she didn’t want to be pregnant again yet.” His throat closed, and tears streamed down his face. “We didn’t plan this one. We said it was an accident.”

“Sweetheart, everyone says that when they end up pregnant with a baby they didn’t set out to have right then and there. Neither of you said anything that anyone else wouldn’t say in the same situation.”

“Still,” he said. “We feel guilty about having said that stuff.”

“You were joking and coping with the idea of three kids under the age of five, Mac. Was there any doubt that you would love this new baby as much as you do Thomas and Hailey? Not in my mind. And you’re both still young and healthy. There’s no reason at all you can’t have another baby when you feel ready to try again.”

“I can’t fathom that after going through this.”

“Good thing for you that I was able to move past it when it happened to me, huh?”

Mac chuckled despite the grim conversation. “True.”

“This isn’t the time for big decisions or sweeping statements you might come to regret later.”

“What do I do for her, Mom? I feel so helpless.”

“Just be there. That’s all you can do.”

“She doesn’t seem to want my comfort.”

“That might be the case tonight and maybe tomorrow night, but she’ll turn to you when she’s ready to. You’ll be the first one she wants.”

Mac drew in a shuddering deep breath. He hoped his mother was right. He couldn’t bear the thought of distance between him and Maddie.

“Take an extra night or two to yourselves. Francine and I will take care of the kids. You come back when you feel ready to.”

“Thanks, Mom, for coming when I called you, and for everything else.”

“I’m always here for you, honey. We love you both. Let us know how you are tomorrow. When you can.”

“I will. Talk to you then. Love you, too.” After he put down his phone, he sat for a long time in his uncle’s living room, trying to get his own emotions under control so he could be there for Maddie if she needed him during the night.

As he scanned the array of family pictures Frank kept on a table, Mac thought about the many blessings he and Maddie had experienced in their lives so far as well as the challenges they’d endured. They’d gotten through it all—the good and the bad—by turning to each other, and Mac planned to be ready when she turned to him this time.

Using the hem of his shirt, he wiped his face and then went around checking the locks before he went upstairs to take a shower. A short time later, he got into bed with Maddie, moving carefully so he wouldn’t disturb her. Without waking, she snuggled up to him the way she often did at home, and he brought her into his embrace, comforted by the fact that she’d reached for him in her sleep.

Hopefully, she’d keep doing that in the days ahead.

With sleep proving elusive, Seamus O’Grady found himself staring at the darkness at two o’clock in the morning as he thought of the two little boys sleeping soundly in the spare bedroom. He’d encountered them often in the last few weeks, always together, always dirty and usually hungry. After providing them with snacks and drinks, he’d had a few less-than-charitable thoughts about a mother who let her little kids run wild when there were all sorts of hazards they could get into.

Now that he knew their mother might be quite ill, he was riddled with guilt. Instead of judging, he should’ve looked into their situation, and he should’ve done it a lot sooner. Rather, he’d become absorbed in his busy season at work and his new wife at home while those two kids suffered.

Back home in Ireland, such a thing would be unheard of in their village, where everyone paid far too much attention to their neighbors. Minding other people’s business was a way of life he’d abandoned after almost twenty years in the States.

He was ashamed of himself. It was that simple.

Carolina turned over and wrapped an arm around his waist.

As he tugged her close to him, her silky hair brushed against his face.

“Why’re you awake?” she asked in a low murmur.

“Just thinking.”

“What about?”

“Those boys and their mother.” He sighed. “I thought she was negligent, but she’s sick. I never bothered to check why they were running wild. I just made assumptions.”

“For what it’s worth, I made the same assumptions. More than once I’ve thought they were awfully young to be left to their own devices so often. Joe says I didn’t let him out of my sight until he was thirty.”

Leave it to his Caro to make him laugh when he felt like shit. “I believe him.”

“He’s not that far off,” she conceded.

“I want to help them, but I don’t know how.”

“Tomorrow, we’ll talk to Lisa, and we’ll ask what we can do.”

“Do you think she’ll let us help?”

“If she’s sick and alone with two kids, she may not have any choice but to accept whatever help is offered.”

“They’re cute little buggers. I’ll give them that.”

“They are indeed.” She kissed his cheek and then his lips when he turned toward her. “You feel better?”

“I always feel better when you’re talking sense into me.”

“Someone’s gotta do it.”