Never Too Hot
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Isabel met the woman's gaze. “I'm sorry too.”
“But I wouldn't change it. I wouldn't have given up my sons for anything.”
The final piece of the puzzle slid into place inside Isabel. Everything happened for a reason.
“I couldn't agree more,” she said with a smile. “And if you wouldn't mind, I would love a hand with the food.”
Elise smiled back and although they'd never be friends, Isabel was glad to know they'd never again be enemies.
Watching his ex-wife approach Isabel was as close as Andrew had ever come to having a heart attack. Through it all, he continued to smile for the photographer, but his heart didn't start beating again until the two women smiled at each other.
What the hell did they just say to each other? was his first thought, quickly followed by, Just be glad thatwater seems to be running under the bridge.
He was a lucky bastard, had thought so ever since the moment Isabel kissed him. And these past couple of weeks, with both Connor and Sam together, he'd finally gotten the chance to sail across the lake with his sons in the boat that Connor had helped build. It had been even better than he'd dreamed all those years ago. He hoped to sail Blue Mountain Lake with them — and their children — many more times in the coming years.
After Connor was pulled away by the photographer for a photo with Ginger, Sam said, “You went above and beyond pulling this wedding together, Dad.”
Andrew knew that scrambling to make this wedding happen on the island barely made up for the mistakes he made.
But they weren't talking about the past anymore. They were moving forward, into a much better, much brighter future.
“There was nothing I would have rather been doing.” Dianna, his new daughter-in-law, waved at them from where she was speaking with the officiator and he told his son, “I'm so happy for both you and Connor.”
“So,” Sam said slowly, “apart from staying here to help rebuild the cabin, what are your plans exactly?”
Andrew was done hiding things from his kids. “I'm going to marry Isabel.”
Sam surprised him by laughing out loud. “Hell, we should have just made this a triple wedding.”
That mist that had been coating Andrew's eyes all day came washing back. “I don't think I've told you yet today, but I love you, son.”
And for the first time since he was a little boy, Sam said, “I love you,” right back.
Connor wrapped his arms around Ginger from behind. “I don't think I've ever seen my brother and father laugh together.”
Leaning her head back into his chest she said, “I know he wasn't much of a father, but I'm betting he'll be a great grandfather to our child.”
He pulled her closer, rested his hands on her stomach. “Our children.”
Catching his grandmother's eye across the stretch of beach, he knew she'd seen her son and grandson connect as well from the joy on her face. Surprised as always by how quickly his grandparents moved, he grinned as his grandmother swept Ginger into a hug.
“We're so thrilled that we're going to have another granddaughter-in-law soon.”
When he'd told them about the engagement his grandmother had simply said, “I knew this was going to happen.
Weren't we smart to rent out Poplar Cove?”
He and Ginger had decided to keep her pregnancy to themselves until the second trimester, and he could see how much his fiance wanted to spill the secret. Somehow, though, he sensed his grandmother already knew about the baby. She'd always had eyes on every part of her head. Clearly, nothing had changed from when he was a kid.
His grandfather cleared his throat and reached into his coat pocket. “We've given your brother the deed to the empty lot beside Poplar Cove. And this one,” he held out a piece of paper, “is for you. Your father told us your renovation made the log cabin look like new. Your grandmother and I believe you've already made it yours. This simply makes it official.”
The day after the fire, Connor had joined the volunteer crew to clean up the structure. Each of the guys on the crew had come up to Connor at one point or another to tell him they wished they'd been able to save his camp and how sorry they were that it had burned.
He was profoundly glad he'd been there during the cabin's last hours. And he was greatly looking forward to rebuilding it over the coming months, along with doing some work for several other log cabin owners on the lake.
Already, he'd booked as many hours as he was willing to work. He and Ginger had rented a house down at the end of the bay and would stay there until Poplar Cove was standing again.
The photographer pulled his grandparents away a moment later and Ginger said, “I'm so happy for you, Connor. I know how much you loved Poplar Cove. Now it's yours.”
He turned her in his arms to face him. “Not mine. Ours. First thing Monday morning, we're going to the courthouse to put your name on this. Together, we're going to build a new life here.”
Just this morning as he'd run some last-minute errands for the wedding, he'd seen a ring in the shape of a flower, each petal a different, brilliant color in a window on Main Street. He reached into his pocket and held it out.
“A wildflower,” she breathed in wonder.
“When I saw this ring I knew you were meant to wear it, that it had been made for you.” He slipped it on her ring finger then threaded his scarred fingers through her soft ones. “All my life I thought I needed fire to feel alive. But now I know all I need is you, sweetheart. This ring is a promise from me to you that I will love you —
and cherish you — forever.”
And before she kissed him to seal the deal, it was the most natural thing in the world for her desperate words from weeks ago on the porch to blossom into something truly beautiful.
“Take me, Connor. I'm yours.”
“But I wouldn't change it. I wouldn't have given up my sons for anything.”
The final piece of the puzzle slid into place inside Isabel. Everything happened for a reason.
“I couldn't agree more,” she said with a smile. “And if you wouldn't mind, I would love a hand with the food.”
Elise smiled back and although they'd never be friends, Isabel was glad to know they'd never again be enemies.
Watching his ex-wife approach Isabel was as close as Andrew had ever come to having a heart attack. Through it all, he continued to smile for the photographer, but his heart didn't start beating again until the two women smiled at each other.
What the hell did they just say to each other? was his first thought, quickly followed by, Just be glad thatwater seems to be running under the bridge.
He was a lucky bastard, had thought so ever since the moment Isabel kissed him. And these past couple of weeks, with both Connor and Sam together, he'd finally gotten the chance to sail across the lake with his sons in the boat that Connor had helped build. It had been even better than he'd dreamed all those years ago. He hoped to sail Blue Mountain Lake with them — and their children — many more times in the coming years.
After Connor was pulled away by the photographer for a photo with Ginger, Sam said, “You went above and beyond pulling this wedding together, Dad.”
Andrew knew that scrambling to make this wedding happen on the island barely made up for the mistakes he made.
But they weren't talking about the past anymore. They were moving forward, into a much better, much brighter future.
“There was nothing I would have rather been doing.” Dianna, his new daughter-in-law, waved at them from where she was speaking with the officiator and he told his son, “I'm so happy for both you and Connor.”
“So,” Sam said slowly, “apart from staying here to help rebuild the cabin, what are your plans exactly?”
Andrew was done hiding things from his kids. “I'm going to marry Isabel.”
Sam surprised him by laughing out loud. “Hell, we should have just made this a triple wedding.”
That mist that had been coating Andrew's eyes all day came washing back. “I don't think I've told you yet today, but I love you, son.”
And for the first time since he was a little boy, Sam said, “I love you,” right back.
Connor wrapped his arms around Ginger from behind. “I don't think I've ever seen my brother and father laugh together.”
Leaning her head back into his chest she said, “I know he wasn't much of a father, but I'm betting he'll be a great grandfather to our child.”
He pulled her closer, rested his hands on her stomach. “Our children.”
Catching his grandmother's eye across the stretch of beach, he knew she'd seen her son and grandson connect as well from the joy on her face. Surprised as always by how quickly his grandparents moved, he grinned as his grandmother swept Ginger into a hug.
“We're so thrilled that we're going to have another granddaughter-in-law soon.”
When he'd told them about the engagement his grandmother had simply said, “I knew this was going to happen.
Weren't we smart to rent out Poplar Cove?”
He and Ginger had decided to keep her pregnancy to themselves until the second trimester, and he could see how much his fiance wanted to spill the secret. Somehow, though, he sensed his grandmother already knew about the baby. She'd always had eyes on every part of her head. Clearly, nothing had changed from when he was a kid.
His grandfather cleared his throat and reached into his coat pocket. “We've given your brother the deed to the empty lot beside Poplar Cove. And this one,” he held out a piece of paper, “is for you. Your father told us your renovation made the log cabin look like new. Your grandmother and I believe you've already made it yours. This simply makes it official.”
The day after the fire, Connor had joined the volunteer crew to clean up the structure. Each of the guys on the crew had come up to Connor at one point or another to tell him they wished they'd been able to save his camp and how sorry they were that it had burned.
He was profoundly glad he'd been there during the cabin's last hours. And he was greatly looking forward to rebuilding it over the coming months, along with doing some work for several other log cabin owners on the lake.
Already, he'd booked as many hours as he was willing to work. He and Ginger had rented a house down at the end of the bay and would stay there until Poplar Cove was standing again.
The photographer pulled his grandparents away a moment later and Ginger said, “I'm so happy for you, Connor. I know how much you loved Poplar Cove. Now it's yours.”
He turned her in his arms to face him. “Not mine. Ours. First thing Monday morning, we're going to the courthouse to put your name on this. Together, we're going to build a new life here.”
Just this morning as he'd run some last-minute errands for the wedding, he'd seen a ring in the shape of a flower, each petal a different, brilliant color in a window on Main Street. He reached into his pocket and held it out.
“A wildflower,” she breathed in wonder.
“When I saw this ring I knew you were meant to wear it, that it had been made for you.” He slipped it on her ring finger then threaded his scarred fingers through her soft ones. “All my life I thought I needed fire to feel alive. But now I know all I need is you, sweetheart. This ring is a promise from me to you that I will love you —
and cherish you — forever.”
And before she kissed him to seal the deal, it was the most natural thing in the world for her desperate words from weeks ago on the porch to blossom into something truly beautiful.
“Take me, Connor. I'm yours.”
