Leave it for the Rain: A Love She Couldn't Remember—A Woman He Couldn't Forget (Grayson Brothers Book 6) (2 page)

Adam hoped that smart doctor could keep Micah Crane alive.

The bustling little town reminded Adam of Fredonia... and Rebecca... and all he could have lost in those final seconds beneath the cold Atlantic water.

The ocean still called to him, swirled around him, pulled his mind back to those final seconds when his lungs burned and his failure seemed assured. He tried to shake the dark, frantic thoughts as he entered the Crowe’s Nest. Boisterous piano music filled the smoky tavern and assaulted his ears. The world of the living might be noisy but it was a welcome symphony for Adam.

He’d barely cleared the door when Leo hooked his arm around Adam’s shoulders. “It’s about time you got here.”

“I’m not staying,” Adam said. “I just stopped in to let you know I’ll come by later.”

Strong as a bull, Leo hauled him to the oak bar where men waited three deep for their nightly sustenance. “I know where you’re headed,” Leo said, “because I’m going to check on Micah, too. But we need to salve our nerves before we meet with Elias Crane.” Leo nodded for the rotund barkeep to bring them ale.

“Thanks,” Adam said, turning to face his longtime friend, “but it’ll take forever to get served tonight. I can’t wait. I’ve got to find out if Micah is all right.”

“No waiting for you, young man!” Hiram’s voice boomed from the other side of the bar. “You and Mr. Leo earned these ales.” He thunked two heavy mugs onto the bar. “On the house, my brave friends.”

Adam opened his mouth to argue his hero status, but Leo jabbed an elbow into his ribs. “Just thank the man and drink the ale, Adam.”

Seeing that any debate was futile, Adam raised his mug to the barkeep and to the men looking on with admiration glowing in their eyes. “Thank you. I’m going to miss seeing your ugly faces every night.”

Their laughter rolled through the tavern like a wave, washing away the awkwardness and leaving behind the easy friendship Adam had known with most of the men gathered around them.

He and Leo moved to a small table away from the bar. They took their usual seats near a large wood stove where they had spent many hours together, talking and warming their bones from early fall through the last of the spring freshets. The big potbelly stove seemed to draw them like a mother’s arms, even when she sat cold and silent as she was now, her warmth unnecessary on this May evening.

For a minute Adam said nothing. He simply let his gaze take in the tavern that had become a second home to him in the absence of everything he’d left behind in Fredonia. His friends met nightly in this two-story building of worn pine floors and high tin plated ceilings. They shared stories and secrets and sometimes just solitude. They played cards and billiards at the farthest end of the large room, each game approached with the same gusto the men gave to their work in the sawmill and to building ships.

Around him, men lounged at low wooden tables, leaning their chairs back on two legs until Hiram slapped them across the head with his bar towel. Tonight it was Walter who got smacked.

“You break my chair, you buy it, mister,” Hiram warned.

Adam exchanged a grin with Leo. “How many times have we heard him say that?”

“At least ten times a night every night I’ve been here.” Leo planted his elbow on the table and leaned in to be heard over the piano. “You sure you’re all right?”

That Adam’s jangled nerves were so apparent was disturbing, but something had happened in those final minutes underwater that he couldn’t seem to shake. Rather than try to slough it off, he told Leo the truth. “I didn’t think I was going to make it.” He told Leo about his struggle, about his fear of failing the boy, about the temptation of letting the ocean rock him into death. Adam shook his head. “I thought I wouldn’t save the boy... that I’d break Rebecca’s heart.”

Leo gripped Adam’s forearm. “Well, you did save him and you’ll be going home to Rebecca tomorrow just like you promised you would. And for the record, Adam, I was about to jump in after you, and would have if I hadn’t spotted your fist punching up between the timber. You wouldn’t have been alone for long because I’d have fought a shark or a hurricane to find you.”

Adam didn’t doubt Leo for a second “That explains why your boots were tumbling around the bottom of the skiff. It seemed odd at the time, but my brain was filled with seaweed and I couldn’t think clearly until after I’d warmed up and drained the ocean out of my ears.”

Leo grinned and sat back in his chair. “I was about to shuck my dungarees and jump in when I saw you surface.” He shook his head. “Hard to believe you’re going home tomorrow. Sure won’t be the same without you here.”

Adam nodded. “I’ll miss this place, and even your nightly harassment.”

Leo tugged off his hat. His hair—three inches below his collar and as dark and straight as the native Penobscots that worked for the mill as river drivers—swung freely across his shoulders. He slanted a wry grin at Adam. “You sure want to give all this up for a
woman
?”

“I would give up everything for Rebecca, and you know it.”

Leo sobered, his dark eyes filled with understanding. “She’s worth it,” he said, “but I’ll miss having you around every day.”

Adam would miss Leo’s daily heckling and friendship. He and Leo had grown up together in Fredonia. Both of them had found their way out of hard times into loving families, and later into an apprenticeship at Crane and Grayson that any man would envy. If not for Leo’s friendship, Adam’s time away from Rebecca would have been unbearable.

He emptied his mug. “We should go.”

“Agreed,” Leo said. “Elias Crane is expecting us at seven o’clock.”

Adam met his eyes. “He’s expecting us?”

“Yes sir. While you were draining your ears, Elias sent a man to request our presence at their home this evening.”

Adam’s stomach rolled. “Is Micah... did the kid... ?” He couldn’t even say the word.

Leo got to his feet. “His man didn’t know, but I sure can’t wait any longer to find out.”

o0o

Adam and Leo followed the right fork of the river to Elias Crane’s mansion. The Crane River began high in the mountains, cut its way across the land, and split into two smaller rivers—the Doe and the Crane—before emptying into the bay and flowing out into the Atlantic Ocean. The twin rivers brought goods and trade and power, and carried the huge timbers that were sawed at the Grayson mill and used in the merchant vessels built by Crane.

Elias, his twin brother Ezra, and their elder brother Dawson were the surviving sons of George Crane. The twins had mansions on the bucolic shore of Crane Landing where the river met the bay. Dawson lived in a modest home a short walk upriver where he, his dog Tuck and a cat named Sir John kept each other company.

At age fifty-five Dawson still hadn’t married or sired children and was considered eccentric by some of the townsfolk. Ezra had given their father George Crane granddaughters, but it was Elias who had provided the one and only grandson—Micah George Crane—to carry on the Crane name. That son had nearly died—
may
have died—today.

Adam’s gut knotted as he and Leo followed the groomed driveway lit by ornate gas lanterns mounted on decorative wrought iron posts. A column of tall maple trees formed a canopy above their heads and shaded a board and batten carriage house to the right of the drive. The sprawling mansion, accented by large round-top windows and a deep veranda supported by tall columns, rose up before them like a majestic ship approaching the harbor.

Together Leo and Adam stepped into Crane’s plush foyer of mahogany paneled walls and thick velvet draperies. They were immediately greeted by Elias Crane himself. The stately sandy-haired man steered them directly to his library of floor-to-ceiling book shelves and heavy leather furniture positioned around a massive stone fireplace. As Elias reached for a crystal decanter, Adam couldn’t help wondering if the man would be offering a beverage in celebration... or bereavement.

Wondering, worrying, Adam’s gut churned. Exhausted from a long day of work and his struggle beneath the frigid Atlantic waters, his need for resolution killed his sense of etiquette. He couldn’t wait for a drink. He couldn’t wait another painful second. “Your son, sir... is he... did he survive?”

Tanned and lightly freckled from his life of sailing and building ships, Elias arched an eyebrow, creasing his forehead. “Thanks to you, Adam, my son is in his bed resting and recovering. He needed a few sutures to close the gash beneath his chin, but a hot bath and a dose of laudanum from Doc Samuel have eased his complaints.”

Adam’s relief was so great, everything after that moment took on a dreamlike feel, as if he were still submersed in the cold Atlantic water, floating and wrapped in the sound of the ocean.

They celebrated with Crane’s best whiskey served in Waterford crystal glasses. Mrs. Crane, elegantly dressed in rose satin, appeared shaky and tearful as she entered the library to thank Adam and Leo for saving their son. Together the Cranes bestowed gifts of gratitude. To Leo, Elias Crane awarded the new title of Quality and Safety Foreman along with a significant increase in Leo’s wage. He scheduled a meeting with Leo to discuss improving safety for all workers at Crane and Grayson.

To Adam, Elias Crane said, “I know you’re a partner with your dad and uncles at their mill in Fredonia, and I wouldn’t want to swindle them out of an industrious partner, but I need to make it clear that you could have a bright future here, Adam. We need men of your caliber to run our operations. You could easily step into a management position on the mill side of our business. With another year or two of apprenticing on the shipping side, you could attain a similar position in that part of our business. I suspect you’ll want to return to Fredonia, but should you decide to stay on at Crane Landing you and your bride could begin your married life in the house up the road. Cecily’s Cottage is yours, Adam. It’s the only way I know how to thank you for saving my son.”

Elias Crane’s words and generosity overwhelmed Adam. He’d simply pulled the man’s son out of the bay. “Your gratitude is more than enough,” Adam said, grossly uncomfortable. In Adam’s mind, Elias Crane was of
Grayson
caliber—a man of deep integrity and high moral fiber. To be courted by such a man was an immense honor that Adam didn’t take lightly. But his heart was in Fredonia with Rebecca and his Grayson family. “I appreciate your consideration, but I must decline on all fronts. Please, consider Micah’s retrieval nothing more than the decent act it was.”

“I’m afraid we can’t do that,” Elias said. “Without your help our son would be dead.”

“That’s right,” Mrs. Crane said, her voice wobbling with emotion. “You have no idea what you gave us today, but
we
know.” She handed him an intricately carved wooden box. “We thought you would choose to return to Fredonia and therefore have no need of a house here, but we wanted to offer you that choice. Since you won’t be staying, we want you to have this in lieu of the house. She pushed the box into Adam’s hands. “This was made for a princess who possessed amazing courage,” she said. “To thank you for risking your life to save our son’s life, we feel it fitting to recognize your courage with this symbolic gift. It’s one of our family heirlooms and we are honored to pass it on to you.”

Dumbfounded, Adam opened the box and stared at the jewel-bedecked mirror inside. Elias Crane explained what Adam held in his shaking hands. It was a relic of great worth and rich history. The frame was crafted from rare tiger striped wood that came from an ancient forest in the Cayman Islands. Embedded into the wood were gems of immense value. Pure molten silver had been poured into a ribbon shaped channel around the mirror, connecting the stones to amplify their power, Elias told him. On the back of the mirror, embossed in pure silver and set in the wooden back, was a royal crest with a blue sapphire set in the crest.

“That is the royal crest of Princess Cecily who once owned the mirror—the princess who was forced to leave her homeland and come to America with Captain Gabriel Crane,” Elias said.

The sparkling six-rayed star sapphire winked in the lantern light as if beckoning Adam to listen to its story. Uncomfortable with whatever it was he’d felt emanating from the sapphire, Adam placed it back in the box. The small oval mirror reflected his entranced gaze back at him. Gently but firmly, he pressed the ornate box into Mrs. Crane’s delicate hands. “I’m deeply honored by your generosity, but I cannot accept payment for a simple act of decency that any man could have performed.”

The Crane’s exchanged a knowing look as if they had expected Adam’s refusal, but Leo looked on with interest.

“Well, it wasn’t just any man, Adam.” Elias nudged the box back into Adam’s hand. “
You
are the man who saved my son.
You
are the man who nearly sacrificed your own future to give my son a future. Thanks to you my boy will celebrate his eighteenth birthday this fall. You’ll understand this when you have your own children, Adam. Nothing in life—not one thing—means more to a parent than his child. If you can’t accept this heirloom as a symbol of our gratitude and as a testament to your courage, then please accept it as a wedding gift for you and your future bride.”

The gift was too much and unnecessary and almost offensive to Adam’s sense of integrity. To be rewarded for an act of common decency seemed... wrong. But he saw their desperate need to express their gratitude, to try in some way to thank him for giving them back the only thing that mattered to them—their son.

With a quiet sigh of acceptance, Adam gave a small nod. “Rebecca and I will treasure this and share the history of the heirloom with our children.”

Mrs. Crane gave him a relieved smile. “Perhaps you could bring your bride to Crane Landing so we can tell you both the story of the mirror—and of Princess Cecily and Gabriel Crane. It is a beautiful story we would love to share with you two.”

“Perhaps we’ll visit after our wedding,” Adam said, hoping they would. He wanted to bring Rebecca to Crane Landing to see the ocean and the majestic ships that sailed from its shores. But for today, the only thing he wanted was to get home and pull her into his lonely aching arms.