âYouâd love it if I just walked out
of here, wouldnât you?â Alex demanded.
âWell, get used to having me around, Holly. If youâll let me have your living-room couch, Iâll take that. No matter how much you protest, Iâm not going away until Rico is caught.â
The light in Alexâs eyes told her that he meant every word of what he said. âDonât get too comfortable on that couch, Wilkins. Because you are spending one night, and one night only, there. Nothing you say will make me happy until you say goodbye.â Holly was pretty sure that was the truth.
So why did it feel as if he was the cavalry riding up to rescue her? She didnât need rescuing from anything, did she? Most of her said no, but there was a sliver of common sense that told her that yes, she needed rescuing in ways that only Alex could provide.
Safe Harborâthe town where everyone finds shelter from the storm.
âI owe you big time for this one. Thanks again, Felicity.â Holly Douglas slipped into her down jacket as she headed for the back door of The Bistro. Normally she looked forward to every hour she put in at the upscale restaurant where they both worked, but today she needed the break that Felicityâs offer to cover for her provided.
Her fellow server tossed her mop of honey curls and rolled her eyes. âOh, get a grip, Holly. Iâm not giving blood or anything. Just covering the lunch shift for you on a pretty calm Wednesday. I know youâll pick up for me the next time the school calls and Jazz is sick. As usual.â Holly recognized Felicityâs expression. It was common to mothers of small children. They both knew that it wasnât a question of âifâ the Safe Harbor Elementary would phone telling her mother that Jasmine Smith was ill. It was only a question of âwhen.â
âOnce you put it that way, it sounds better,â Holly agreed. âBut I canât begin to tell you how wonderful it sounds to go to this meeting today.â
It was hard to put into words what the Safe Harbor Womenâs League meant to her. It was especially hard to tell Felicity, who was probably the only woman in town more independent than Holly. But this was the place where Holly drew the line on independence. She might not take charity from the Womenâs League, but the company of other understanding women was something she craved once in a while.
She looked out one of the wide windows of The Bistro. âHope the snow holds off for a while longer. I didnât wear my boots.â
âAnd of course youâre walking over to the lighthouse.â Felicity shook her head again. âTell me you at least have a hat.â
âAnd gloves. What do you think I am, nuts?â January in Wisconsin was not the time for foolhardy behavior.
Felicity pressed her lips together. âOkay, Iâll try to stop mothering you. Make sure youâre back by six, okay? Jon-Paul says itâs going to be a busy night. Although how he knows this early, I have no idea.â
Holly wasnât about to argue with her boss, the owner and head chef of The Bistro. Not on what nights would be busy and which ones slack. âHeâs good at predicting that. Iâll be sure to get here on time.â
The light gust of wind that caught her in the parking lot made Hollyâs cheeks tingle. Surely it was too cold for Safe Harbor to get the snow theyâd predicted this morning. At least, she was pretty sure the Green Bay radio station had said snow this far north. It was hard to hear with Conor banging drawers and Aidan howling because he couldnât find his blue toothbrush. Her boys could drown out any radio station on a good day, and this morning hadnât started off to be a good day anyway.
It was mornings like this one that she missed Kevin the most. He hadnât been home every moment when the guys were little, but when heâd been there, heâd been so good with them. Now that they were older and rowdier, it was hard not to resent the fact that she was raising them alone.
Holly tried to find a path to the lighthouse that moved her out of the way of the wind. And while she was at it she tried to put those useless thoughts of Kevin out of her mind. He was gone, and there was no changing the situation. Just like walking into the wind, she had to set her shoulders and brace for the worst.