Authors: Irene Hannon
Kate closed her eyes, drew in a long, unsteady breath, opened them. And at the tenderness and hope in their depths, at the smile that suddenly illuminated her face, Craig's heart soared.
“That sounds like a plan, Lieutenant. Count me in.”
Five Months Later
K
ate couldn't ever remember such a glorious October day.
Rolling down the window of her car, she inhaled the unusually balmy air as she followed Polpis Road past the Lifesaving Museum and through the moors and bogs. Life was good. And getting better every day, thanks to the extraordinary man who'd stolen her heart, filling her life with joy and adding sparkle to her days.
Like today.
A tingle of anticipation raced through her. Thanks to Craig, she was going to get a rare inside look at Sankaty Light, the iconic tower that had been moved hundreds of feet from its perch on the edge of a steep and eroding cliff a few years beforeâa feat that remained a subject of discussion among Nantucketers.
When he'd called earlier, shortly after she'd arrived home from subbing, to ask if she could meet him, she'd dropped everything. Edith, bless her heart, had been happy to keep Maddie for an extra hour.
Stopping beside the chained-off gravel maintenance road
that led to the lighthouse, Kate noted Craig's car parked near the stately column. She didn't know what had prompted his trip out here, but she assumed it was some sort of official business, since the Coast Guard managed all of the island's lighthouses.
A handwritten note attached to the door at the base of the tower caught her attention when she drew close, and she stopped to read it.
“I'm at the top, Kate. Come on up. Craig.”
Stepping into the murky space, Kate looked around. The outside of the tower was painted white with a broad red horizontal stripe around the middle, but the interior featured exposed brick. A wire-mesh spiral staircase wound upward. Gripping the handrail, Kate began the long ascent.
As she approached the lantern room at the top, puffing a little after her dizzying vertical climb, she tipped her head back. The floor of the landing below the lantern room was visible now. “Craig?”
“I'm here, Kate.” His deep voice echoed through the cavernous tower, but he remained out of sight.
She continued to ascend. The spiral stairs deposited her on the landing, near the metal ladder that provided access to the lantern room. Good thing she'd worn an old pair of jeans, Kate reflected, gripping the rungs.
As her head emerged through the opening in the floor, a blue-coated arm reached down. Taking her hand in a firm, strong grip, Craig helped her up the final rungs.
“Welcome to the top of the world.”
Any other time, Kate would have been overwhelmed by the breathtaking view from the eight-sided glass enclosure housing the huge lens that flashed every seven and a half seconds. But at that moment, she only had eyes for the man whose warm, intimate smile set her pulse racing. Attired in full dress uniform, he looked as if he'd stepped off the cover of a romance novel.
“Wow.” She gave him an appreciative scan. “Big meeting today?”
“Huge.”
Turning away from her, he reached down to the floor behind him. As he flicked a switch, strains of Vivaldi filled the small room. And when he stood, he was holding a spray of red roses.
“For you.” He presented them to her with a flourish.
“Wow again.” Her heart did a flip-flop as she lifted the velvet petals toward her face and inhaled the heady scent. Music, flowers, a spectacular settingâit could mean only one thing. She hoped.
He gave her a nervous, oh-so-endearing smile. “After hearing about the fabulous birthdays Mac planned for you, I figured I better do this right. Because I want you to remember this moment for the rest of your life. So here goes.”
Taking a deep breath, he wove his fingers through hers. “Three years ago, I thought my world had ended. I lost touch with my daughter, my faith and my love of the sea. But then I met you, and like this light that guides lost souls homeâ” he nodded toward the lens “âyou illuminated my life and helped me start down a new path. One I'd like to travel with you for all the days the Lord grants me. Katherine MacDonald, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
The warmth and love and devotion in the depths of Craig's vivid blue eyes took her breath away as joy, radiant and transforming, filled her heart. Blinking back tears, she smiled up at him. “You sure know how to stage a proposal.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes, Lieutenant Craig Cole. That is most definitely a yes.”
Setting the flowers aside, Craig cupped her face with his hands, overwhelmed by a happiness so sweet it tightened his throat. Kate was always gorgeous. But today, backlit by the dipping sun, her hair lent a luminous glow to her countenance that put the powerful beacon beside him to shame.
“I love you, Kate,” he whispered.
“I love you, too.” The words came out a bit wobbly as she put her hands around his neck, lifted her chin and gave him an expectant look.
A smile teased his lips. “Why do I think communication will never be a problem in our relationship?”
She grinned. “You know what the Bible says. Ask and you shall receive.”
“Then let's try out some nonverbal communication.”
As Craig lowered his head to claim her lips, he watched Kate's eyelids drift closed. Heard her soft sigh. Felt a tremor of anticipation run through her. Inhaled her fresh, salty scent. And sent a silent thank-you heavenward.
For though it hadn't seemed so at the time, God had smiled on him the day He'd sent Katherine MacDonald storming into his office. She'd rocked his world, shaken his resolutions, forced him to face the tough questions.
But she'd also given him the courage to move on. To reconnect with his daughter. To accept the Bible verse Reverend Kaizer had quoted at his mother's wedding: “For with God all things are possible.”
Most of all, she'd given him a beacon of hope that was as steady and sure as the tides. For with her strength, her candor, her deep capacity to love, she'd turned on the light in his life.
And because of her, he knew that all his tomorrows would be lived in sunlight rather than shadows.
Dear Reader,
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Welcome to Lighthouse Lane!
Although the tiny Nantucket byway in my new Steeple Hill series exists only in my imagination, the characters who call this special place homeâeither temporarily or permanentlyâare dealing with very real challenges. The kind all of us face. Loss, guilt, betrayal, forgiveness, trust, learning to let go of the pastâ¦the list goes on. But as they all learn in the course of their stories, faith and love can sustain us through the dark times, lift us up when we're down and offer us the hope of a bright tomorrow. I hope you enjoy watching Craig and Kate make this discovery in
Tides of Hope.
To learn more about my books, I invite you to visit my Web site at www.irenehannon.com. And please watch for Book 2 in my Lighthouse Lane series,
The Hero Next Door,
which will be released in August 2009.
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In the meantime, I wish all of you a wonderful summer!
ISBN: 978-1-4268-3310-6
TIDES OF HOPE
Copyright © 2009 by Irene Hannon
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