Sand Castle Bay (Ocean Breeze) - By Sherryl Woods Page 0,7
and nodded. “Nobody blames you for that. And B.J.’s a great boy.”
“The best,” he agreed readily. “Probably no thanks to me. Jenny was an amazing mother. I think your grandmother’s influence accounts for a lot of that, too, same as it did with me.”
“Don’t sell yourself short.”
Boone watched her go, then sighed. Why was it that all the women in this family thought he was worth something...except the one who’d stolen his heart all those years ago?
* * *
Emily had prepared herself for seeing Boone again. At least she thought she had.
And yet the sight of him atop a ladder, his excellent butt hugged by a pair of worn jeans, his faded T-shirt stretched taut over a broad chest and outstanding biceps, was good enough to give her palpitations. A baseball cap had been pulled low, which made it hard to see his face, but she imagined his granite jaw, dark-as-onyx eyes and dimples were the same.
It had always been amazing to her that a man could be flashing fire hot as a furnace one second, flip a switch to a look as cold as the North Pole the next, and then turn right around and grin with the impish expression of a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Boone Dorsett had always been something of a contradiction, in her opinion.
“Hey, Boone!” Samantha called out, when Emily just stood there, probably slack-jawed, taking in the view.
His head snapped around so fast he might have lost his balance if Emily hadn’t instinctively grabbed the ladder to steady it.
“Samantha,” he acknowledged solemnly before allowing his gaze to settle on Emily. “Emily.”
To her annoyance there was not one tiny shred of a difference in the way he spoke her name, no hint that she was any more special than her sister, that he used to have his hands and that sweetly seductive mouth of his all over her whenever they could sneak away to be together. Seriously, shouldn’t that have called for at least a hint of intimacy in the way he spoke her name?
That was then, she reminded herself sharply. The man is married now. He belongs to someone else.
“What are you doing here, Boone?” she asked irritably.
He held up a lightbulb. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“I mean here, helping my grandmother, instead of taking care of your own business.” She knew she sounded churlish and ungrateful, but she couldn’t help herself. The rules had all gone and changed on her, and yet her feelings for this man apparently hadn’t. That was a shocker, all right. Boone Dorsett could still stir her blood in a way that not one single man she’d met since ever had. And he’d done it from atop a ladder, without even touching her. The discovery was unsettling. She’d been so sure that the bitterness she’d felt at his betrayal would trump all those old feelings forever.
“Darlin’, I know you’ve been away a long time, but down here, folks help each other out in a crisis. I’d say this latest hurricane qualifies. Your grandmother’s in the kitchen, by the way. I’m sure she’s real anxious to see you.”
He turned back to his chore, essentially dismissing her. Emily just stared at him, then turned to see Samantha grinning as if she’d just witnessed a scene in some ridiculous romantic comedy.
“Oh, hush your mouth,” she muttered to her sister as she headed for the kitchen at a fast clip.
“Never said a word,” Samantha retorted, following along behind, still grinning. “But in case you’re interested in my opinion, that was hot.”
Emily blinked and stared. “Are you delusional? The man just shooed me away as if I were an annoying mosquito or something.”
“Hot,” Samantha repeated. “Again, in case you’re interested in my opinion, I’d have to say things between you two are far from over.”
“The man is married,” Emily reminded her.
Her sister’s grin merely spread. “Oh, didn’t anyone tell you that he lost his wife?”
“Did he happen to leave her behind in the Great Dismal Swamp?” Emily asked sarcastically.
Samantha’s expression instantly sobered, all hints of teasing gone. “No, sweetie. Jenny died. Just over a year ago, in fact.”
Emily stopped just inside the kitchen door and stared after her sister. Oh, God, that was awful. She was suddenly assailed by more emotions than she could even begin to untangle. Sorrow for Jenny, who’d been a genuinely nice girl. Heartache for Boone and for his child, who must have been devastated.
And a completely inappropriate and unexpected flash of relief, followed all too quickly