Until Then (Cape Harbor #2) - Heidi McLaughlin Page 0,82

was a deeper meaning to what she was feeling.

The knock at the door startled her. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

“The pump’s on so you can shower. There are fresh towels under the sink. Can I get you anything?” His voice was so kind and caring. She owed Graham an apology for how she acted last night—how she ignored him when all he tried to do was get her to talk to him. Yet, he never gave up. She’d heard every word he had said to her.

“Coffee, please.”

“Of course, Ren.”

Because his place was small, she could easily hear him walk the few feet to the kitchen. She heard him fumble around, likely popping another pod into the coffee maker or setting a cup under the dispenser. She turned on the water for the shower, undressed, and stepped into the stand-up. The water felt good, and as much as she wanted to stay under the hot spray for an eternity, she knew from Graham’s stories that hot water on the houseboat didn’t last very long. She washed her hair and body, using his soap even though she had her own in her suitcase. But there was something about the way Graham smelled. It appealed to her, comforted her.

When she emerged from the shower, she pulled her damp hair into a bun and dried off. She dressed in a pair of lounge pants and an oversize sweatshirt belonging to Graham, which she had found hanging on a hook behind the door. Her cup of coffee was sitting on the counter, along with a blueberry muffin, when she came out of the bathroom. She took her breakfast outside and made herself comfortable.

“Nice sweatshirt.”

She pulled the fabric to her nose and inhaled deeply. “It smells like you.”

“And that’s a good thing?” he asked. Graham closed and folded the paper and set it on the table between them.

“It’s a great thing,” she replied. “It’s comfort, and I need that right now.”

He nodded and took his cup back into the house and into the kitchen. Again, she heard him fumbling around, making another cup for himself. She watched the harbor and counted five boats trolling around. There was also a couple in two kayaks who were staying reasonably close to the shore. “Isn’t that dangerous?” she asked when she sensed Graham’s presence. She closed her eyes when she felt a blanket wrap around her shoulders.

“You’re going to catch a cold with your wet hair,” he told her as he sat down. “And yes, it is dangerous, which is why I’ve been sitting out here since I saw them walk down the dock over there.”

“It’s too cold, choppy.”

“And not a lot of people around. If anything, they should be near the pedestrian beaches, where people are running, where they’re visible. They’re risking a lot by being near the marina. Most of the boats around here are for leisure and docked for the winter. Foot traffic these days is very minimal.”

“I bet they got them for Christmas.”

“I see you got something new for Christmas.”

She turned sharply and glared at Graham. What would possess him to say such a thing to her? Her penetrating gaze obviously didn’t faze him as he sipped his coffee.

“It is hard to miss. It looks like you have a piece of ice hanging from your neck.”

Her fingers instantly went to her necklace. Somehow, she had forgotten about it and even showered with it on. It had been hiding under her shirt when she had been analyzing herself in the mirror. Surely, if she had seen it, she would’ve taken it off. No, ripped it off, which was what she was doing now. She tugged until the chain dug into her neck and let out a bloodcurdling scream as she tried to yank it away from her body.

Graham’s hand stilled hers, and in one swift motion, he had the chain away from her skin. The thin gold metal dangled from her clasped hand, and the diamond cut into her palm. She stood and walked the few inches to the railing and dropped the necklace into the water.

“How very Titanic of you,” Graham quipped.

“You can just call me Rose.”

“As long as he’s Jack . . .” Graham paused. “No, I want to be Jack, but you’re moving over, because I refuse to drown.”

Rennie found herself laughing as she sat back down. She expected regret to take over, but what came was a feeling of relief, and again, she laughed. She laughed so hard tears came out