Finding Love in Forgotten Cove (Island County Series Book 1) (19 page)

“Thanks for spending your Friday with me,” Mason said, his voice low and gravelly.

“Thank you for the lovely dinner and company.”

He slid his hand to the small of my back, and tiny pulses of desire sprang to life as I imagined his hands all over me, and then I realized he was walking me to my car.

I stopped and turned around. “Is this really it for the evening?”

My mind and body were at his mercy. I’d imagined all day what it would be like to be in bed with Mason Rhodes tonight, and now he was taking me to my car so I could drive home.

Alone.

He opened my car door and I froze. “You’re evil.”

“Maybe a little.” He winked. “I’ll be over with the crew tomorrow. We’re starting on your back deck.”

I crossed my arms and flashed a dirty look his way, but I was unable to hide my smile.

“Don’t look at me like that. You’re the one with the rules, and if I heard correctly, you wanted quite a few lined through on that bucket list before I even have a shot. I think I might be fighting a losing battle.”

“But I’ve been working on the fun part. I’m ready for the fun part.”

“I’m ready for a lot more than that,” Mason said, closing the gap between us.

“But you agreed to the summer-fling thing,” I murmured, the closeness of him making my head spin as my pulse raced. I couldn’t focus on anything other than his lips.

“No, Tori. We agreed on something in the middle…”

His arms enclosed my waist, and I rested my head on his chest. I felt his heart racing to match mine and I wondered what I truly did want. But sometimes, it wasn’t about what a person wanted in life, but what they needed.

“I don’t know what that is,” I whispered.

“Neither do I.”

Mason’s finger slowly traced my jaw, tilting my chin up slightly when his lips met mine. The soft and deliberate kisses turned to something more raw and intimate within seconds. His hands moved along my sides, and my mind gave in as his fingers edged beneath my shirt. My breath caught as I felt his touch, teasing and taunting me with each slight movement. His breathing changed as our kisses deepened and I propped my body against the car as he pressed into me. Feeling this kind of ecstasy from a kiss made me crave so much more from a man who seemed nothing less than the right guy at the wrong time.

His mouth slowly moved from mine, leaving my lips in a numb state of euphoria.

“You okay?”

I nodded. “The timing of things is curious. That’s all.”

And I knew, moving forward, he was going to do his best to show me what I would be missing and the prospect was going to be painful.

“Timing is what you make it,” he whispered, resting his forehead on mine.

“I’m not so sure about that, but I hope so.”

He came in for one last kiss, and I realized that finding love wasn’t what I’d planned, but it appeared to be on fate’s horizon and fate’s name was Mason Rhodes.

When I first arrived back on the island, I took comfort in the sense of isolation that this place offered. My desire had been to selfishly revel in the quiet of my childhood home and allow myself to plunge deeply into the mourning I thought I so desperately needed.

I’d left a life undone when I fled to college and never looked back. I dove into an existence full of new friends, activities, and parties to keep myself occupied and distracted from what was really going on in my life. Once I graduated, I fell into a job that worked perfectly to keep up my façade. Now that I was back on the island, I understood I was truly only existing. I hadn’t created a life in Skaneateles, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to create one on Fireweed either.

The problem with this entire scenario was that it was Mason Rhodes who showed me I’d been merely existing in life. He’d brought out emotions I’d never experienced. All it took was an exchange of glances or a smile from him and my world lit up. Even though we’d experienced more together, all it took was a kiss from him to send me to the stars. What that sensation showed me was that I’d been missing out in many facets of life. The excitement that ran through my veins when I was around Mason wasn’t only about Mason. It represented something more. I should be experiencing an enthusiasm for life itself—even in the little things—and instead, I’d chosen to operate in a state of numbness for all these years. It was a way of protecting my heart. I saw that now, but I wasn’t sure I was completely ready to open myself up either, and that created quite the dilemma.

I was deeply attracted to Mason. I adored him. I wanted to be around him. In fact, the idea that the house was almost complete made me sad.

But it also made me want to face something I hadn’t dared to face yet. I took a deep breath in, adjusting my life jacket, as my solo canoe and I floated in the calming water of the cove. Wispy swirls of fog and the shimmering mist surrounded me as I quietly bobbed in the canoe. A deep sense of loneliness washed over me as the quietness wrapped around my body. There was a distinct difference between self-imposed isolation and loneliness. As I thought about Mason moving on, and me moving back to Skaneateles, loneliness was what resulted. I hadn’t prepared myself for that. I also hadn’t prepared for the breeze that started to pick up in the cove.

I looked back toward the cliff and saw the warm glow of the house filling the windows. As I sat quietly in the canoe, it was almost as if I heard my mother’s voice beckoning me to stay. The slight hum of her voice, her laughter, swept across the sea and descended through my bones.

I was hearing things.

No.

I was imagining things.

The occasional hammering and electric saws echoed into the air as Mason’s crew worked on the new deck but soon those noises faded and the new haunting demands from my mother emerged.

 I looked around Forgotten Cove, and a cold sweat came over me as my mother’s voice trickled deeper into my soul, calling me home, but where was home?

Dread washed over me as the winds began to unexpectedly pick up and the sense of loss flooded my body. The sorrow was a slow but steady build as my eyes focused on the water. I missed my family so deeply. The pain was too much. It was why I never allowed myself the indulgence to grieve. I took a deep breath in and my body cried out in one large sob all the years of sorrow I hadn’t allowed myself to have. I missed my mom’s touch, my dad’s laughter, my sister’s love. I missed it all. I missed all of them and now they were all gone and I was left with nothing. I gasped for air as my entire body shook with the overwhelming waves of regret as I allowed the grief to engulf me, and it did.

I never should’ve left Fireweed. As my cries outlasted my energy, and my arms wrapped around my knees, holding them tightly to my chest, I begged for the pain to go away. Every inch of my body ached for the ones I loved, the ones I’d never get to see again, hear again, touch again. I wanted one last moment with each of them. One more second. I wanted to tell them I loved them. I was proud of them and I hoped to make them proud.

A huge gust from behind pushed my canoe, and I quickly attempted to steady the boat. My fingers tightened around the paddle as the canoe rocked from side to side. Another call haunted me seemingly from beneath the water and my heart stilled. Being in the middle of the cove wasn’t safe for me. I needed to get back to shore. I couldn’t do what my father had asked of me. I wouldn’t be able to do what he needed before I returned to Skaneateles.

Just as I pushed the paddle through the water, an enormous surge of water crashed onto my back, and within in an instant, I was in the frigid water, my head sinking under the rolling wave. The life jacket popped me to the top of the water, but the waves continued to pummel into me as I fought to stay on top.

Saltwater flooded my mouth as I gasped for air and worked my arms through the water, kicking my legs in the freezing liquid. I could no longer spot the house or the shore, and my pulse raced with fear.

Do not panic. Keep kicking. Stay upright.

I searched for the canoe and spotted it. It was several yards away. I didn’t want to chance getting to the canoe and not being able to turn it over before another rogue wave thrashed me around. Attempting the breaststroke as my body bobbed up and down, I tried finding the right direction to get back to shore, any shore.

Another wave poured over my head, pushing my face under water again. The cold liquid held me below the surface, and my arms struggled to pull me up again as the breath I so needed escaped me. It felt as if there was more than the force of water keeping me under, but I wasn’t ready. My arms pulled my body through the saltwater, and my head sprang into the air as I hollered for help, my voice garbled as seawater flooded my mouth.

The sound of the haunting cries from my mother wafted through the air, and my world began to spin with the realization that I might meet my family’s fate. But I refused. I wasn’t ready.

I swung my arms in front of me and began sweeping through the icy water. The life jacket was doing its best to fight against the water’s strength, but there was something more battling me than just the sea. Choking on the salty water, I dog paddled to stay above the waves and as quickly as the gushes came, they stopped and the water calmed. It was as if the entire incident had been nothing more than a curious work of my imagination.

Mason’s voice echoed through the air, and I circled around, following the sound as my eyes watched him in the rowboat that had been under the cherry tree. I’d been pointed in the wrong direction. I never would’ve made it back to shore.

Relief spread through my body, but I knew it wasn’t over until both feet were planted on the shore. Tears of sadness mixed with happiness streamed down my face as I watched Mason quickly row toward me. The wind had turned to a soft breeze caressing my cheeks as the chill of the water picked at my bones.

“Help’s on the way,” Mason called, rowing up beside me.

“I can see that.”

He ignored my comment and feeble attempt at humor. He placed the oars in the boat before reaching out and grabbing hold of my vest. In one fluid motion he hauled me out of the water and into the rowboat. I tumbled in between the two sides of the boat and climbed onto the bench across from him. Everything seemed so surreal—the sky, the water, Mason. It all seemed unusually placed with each moment bending my reality.

“Medics should be here any second,” he said, His voice caught in his throat as he quickly grabbed the oars to get us back to shore.

“How did you know?” I asked.

The only holler I’d managed had been seconds before I spotted him. That definitely wasn’t what called him to the cove.

“I heard a woman’s wails while I was working on the deck. My crew didn’t hear them, but I kept hearing eerie sounds coming from the cove. I had no idea you were down there. Why didn’t you tell me?”

I shook my head.

“I left the guys and started down the trail, and that’s when I saw the overturned canoe. It must have been you hollering.”

I shook my head.

“I only hollered right before you got in the boat.”

Mason’s eyes fastened on mine as he quickly rowed us back to the safety of the beach. “I know what I heard.”

I nodded. “I know what I heard too.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice low.

I felt like I was about to hop aboard the crazy train so I stopped.

“You know, it probably was me. Everything happened so fast, I don’t remember when I shouted for help.”

Our boat slowly glided the last few feet as Mason got us to shore. He quickly hopped out of the boat and dragged it onto dry land before helping me out. The sirens made their way to the property, and my pulse quickened as my mind shifted back to that day.

“I don’t need the medics,” I said, as Mason quickly unfastened my life vest.

“You might have hypothermia.”

“I don’t,” I said, unable to stop shivering.

“Your lips are blue.”

Slipping off my life vest, he curled his fists into my wet shirt, and for an instant, it almost looked as if he was going to kiss me. Instead, he stripped off his shirt and peeled mine away, quickly covering my bare skin with the warmth of his cotton tee, but it didn’t stop my body from shaking.

Mason wrapped his arms around my shoulders and began guiding me up the trail where several of the crew, firemen, and medics met us halfway.

“Is this the victim?” one of the firemen asked.

“It is. Her canoe capsized, but I got her. I don’t know how long she was in the water. She might have hypothermia.”

“I don’t,” I assured them. “I’d just like to get in front of a warm fire rather than stand here in the breeze.”

I didn’t make a good case as my body trembled and my teeth chattered incessantly, but I was quickly guided up the trail and into my home. I hated to be the center of attention, and this was far beyond as Mason’s crew went into the hall closet, each of them grabbing towels and blankets and piling them on the floor around me, as the medics had me take a seat by the fireplace. Mason didn’t leave my side, but he instructed one of his men to start the fire, which he did.

A medic slipped a thermometer under my tongue as another one wrapped a cuff around my arm.