Sand Castle Bay (Ocean Breeze) - By Sherryl Woods Page 0,17
totally opposed to any sizzle?”
“Totally,” she declared very firmly, as much for her own sake as to prove anything to her sister.
Gabi looked disbelieving just as Samantha had earlier. “Oh, honey, you are in a heap of trouble if you believe that.”
“I can’t want anything to happen between me and Boone,” Emily insisted.
“Saying it won’t make it so. Feelings as strong as what you two once shared don’t vanish just because time has passed or because they’re inconvenient.”
“But we moved on,” Emily protested. “Both of us.”
“And now you have another chance. Seems to me what would be really crazy is not taking advantage of that.”
Emily started to utter another more vehement protest, but Gabi cut her off.
“I’m just saying it’s something you should consider before you get all stubborn and dig in your heels. Boone’s an incredible man.”
Not even Emily was fool enough to try to deny that. “But he’s an incredible man who lives in North Carolina.”
“Gee, last time I checked we had phone lines, airports and even Wi-Fi,” Gabi said. “And from everything I hear, you have an established reputation in your field that might even follow you all the way to this mid-Atlantic wilderness outpost.”
Emily laughed. “Okay, point taken.”
But that didn’t mean she was going to open her heart...or risk breaking Boone’s for a second time.
* * *
Boone left the Castle women working inside the restaurant, while he got started cleaning up the parking lot. After his exchange with Emily earlier, he needed to work off some steam without her in his face. The physical labor of picking up boards and cutting up tree limbs, loading them into the bed of his truck, was exactly what he needed. And when Jerry’s teenage neighbor showed up, he put Andrew to work at the task, too.
They’d been at it for a couple of hours and had made two trips to the dump when Cora Jane came into the parking lot with bottled water and a thick tuna salad sandwich on toasted rye, just the way he liked it.
“The others are taking a break out on the deck,” she told him. “I’ve coaxed Andrew up there, too, but something told me you might not be interested in joining us.”
“No, this is good,” he said, grateful for her perceptiveness.
“You and Emily settle anything this morning?”
“We talked,” he said, taking a long sip of the cold water.
“And?”
“Cora Jane, it might be best if you stayed out of the middle of this,” he suggested gently.
“Your opinion,” she retorted. “It’s not in my genes to sit on the sidelines and watch two people I love being miserable.”
He laughed at that. “Emily doesn’t look all that miserable to me. She’s a confident, successful businesswoman.”
“With no personal life to speak of,” Cora Jane assured him. “I could say exactly the same about you.”
“Have we not had this conversation more times than I can count?” he asked with good-natured exasperation. “I have exactly the amount of social life I’m interested in having.”
“Your focus is on B.J., yada-yada-yada,” she confirmed sarcastically.
“Well, it’s true. B.J. is my top priority. And I don’t think getting involved with your granddaughter, only to have her take off again, is in my son’s best interests, or mine, for that matter. I can only imagine what Jenny’s parents would have to say. They’d find a way to drag me into court and sue for custody of B.J. faster than you can say disaster. I won’t put any of us through that, especially not my son.”
She gave him a disgusted look. “Stubborn fool.”
“I’ve been called worse,” he said, not the least bit offended.
“Well, we’re not done yet,” she told him before heading back inside.
Boone watched her go and heaved a sigh. Heaven help him! Once Cora Jane got an idea in her head, there was no reasoning with her. He wondered if there was any way on God’s green earth to get her to focus her attention on somebody else’s love life. Sadly, he doubted it.
* * *
“Grandmother, I swear if you don’t sit down in one of these booths and put your feet up, I’m going to have Boone carry you out to his truck and take you home,” Emily declared, standing before Cora Jane who looked as if she was about to collapse.
Her grandmother’s eyes flashed. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me,” Emily said, staring her down.
“I think she might, Grandmother,” Gabi said more gently. “If you really want to get this place open tomorrow, you can’t wear yourself out today.”