McCarthys of Gansett Island Boxed Set Books 1-3 (13 page)

Mac didn’t dare move. He’d had no idea how overwhelming it would be to hold her like this, to have her soft, fragrant hair brushing against his face, to have her body yield trustingly into his, and yes, to have her breasts pressed to his side. . . If she moved, even the slightest bit, she’d be able to feel what her closeness had done to him. So Mac focused on breathing the way the doctor had taught him—in through the nose, out through the mouth.
 

“Does your chest hurt?” Her breath fanning his heated skin only added to the problem in his lap.

“No.”

“Why are you breathing like that? Does something else hurt?”

Mac chuckled. She was so cute. “Nothing that’ll kill me.”

After a long pause, she suddenly got it. Gasping, she began to move away from him.

He tightened his hold on her. “Stay. Please. I love holding you like this, but I can’t help that having you so close turns me on.”

“Oh.”

In the waning darkness, he smiled. The innocent way she always said that single word was adorable—as if it was a huge surprise to her that she turned him on. She had no idea what she did to him, but apparently she intended to find out. Her injured hand moved from his belly to his face, her fingers caressing his jaw. Mac swore his heart stopped while he waited to see what she would do next. “Maddie. . .”

“Hmm?”

“What’re you doing?”

“Touching you.”

Jesus. Kill me now
. He’d never been more painfully erect in his life. “Honey, you’re going to be tired tomorrow—or I guess I should say today.”

“S’okay. I’ve got someone covering for me at work.”

He laughed. “Poor sucker.”

“Mmm.” Her fingers moved to his mouth, smoothing over his bottom lip in a light caress that once again stopped his heart.

Releasing a tortured groan, he held her tighter while being mindful of her injuries. They didn’t seem to be bothering her at the moment.
 

“You’re so handsome,” she whispered.

Startled by the unexpected compliment, he cleared his throat. “Is that so?”

“Sure,” she said, laughing. “Like you don’t know.”

“I had no idea until this very minute.”

She poked his ribs, making him startle and then laugh again. “You’re so full of it.”

Brushing a soft kiss over her lips, he studied her face for a long time. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.”

“That can’t possibly be true.”

He stopped her from looking away and forced her to meet his gaze. “It’s absolutely true.”

Her fingers skimmed over his chest to his belly, which quivered under her tentative touch. Mac inhaled sharply as he reached out to stop her wandering hand. “Sleep.” Glancing at his watch, he discovered it was after five. For a long time, he lay there listening to the bleat of a foghorn and squawking seagulls before he finally fell into a deep sleep.

Thomas’s crib chatter woke Mac at six thirty. His eyes were gritty from lack of sleep, but when he remembered the night he’d spent with Maddie, he was filled with energy and renewed determination to take care of her and Thomas. He moved slowly to extricate himself from her embrace without waking her. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he brought the sheet up over her and went to find the baby bouncing in his crib.
 

Thomas let out a happy squeal when he saw Mac.

“Hey, buddy,” Mac whispered. “You’re up early.” Mac scooped him up and carried him to the changing table where he removed what felt like a twenty-pound diaper. Amazing to think that just yesterday he’d never changed a diaper before, and now he handled the squirming baby like an expert—and didn’t mind doing it. That was the odd part. He, Mac McCarthy, commitment-phobe and bachelor extraordinaire, was taking care of a baby and
liking
it.
 

“You and your mother have done quite a number on me, mister,” he told the baby.
 

Thomas rewarded him with a smile full of new baby teeth and a good dose of drool. What a cutie.

Mac changed him into a clean all-in-one shirt contraption that snapped between his legs and picked him up.

Thomas grabbed a handful of Mac’s chest hair and gave a healthy yank, bringing tears to Mac’s eyes. “Yikes,” he said. “No no. That
hurts
.”

Thomas’s mischievous smile made Mac laugh. “You’re a devil, aren’t you? What’d you say we let Mom sleep a while and take a walk?”

When the baby seemed to approve of the plan, Mac put him back in the crib for a few minutes so he could get ready. They snuck out of the apartment a short time later. Mac debated taking the stroller that was parked under the stairs but decided he’d rather carry the baby.
 

In town, workers swept and washed the sidewalks in front of the various establishments. Shopkeepers carted samples of their wares to the street and rolled back awnings. Mac and Thomas wandered down to the ferry landing where Captain Joe supervised the loading of a fuel truck onto one of the smaller ferries.
 

“Whoa, dude,” Joe said when he saw Mac carrying the baby. “You work fast!”

“Very funny.”

Joe toyed with Thomas’s pudgy foot, earning a squeal from the baby. “Who’ve you got there?”

“This is Thomas. My friend Maddie’s baby.”

“And how long, exactly, has Maddie been your ‘friend’?”

“Since I knocked her off her bike about ten minutes after I left you yesterday.”

“Awww, and now you’ve got yourself a little family. Isn’t that sweet?”

“It’s not like that.” But wasn’t it? “Exactly.”

Joe barked with laughter and tugged cigarettes from his shirt pocket.

“You can’t smoke in front of the baby,” Mac said.

“Wow, look at you. All paternal and everything. Never thought I’d see the day.”

“If you’re quite finished, Thomas and I are going to grab some coffee. Want to join us?”

“He’s kind of young for coffee, isn’t he?”

Mac shot him a withering look.

Joe checked his watch. “Yeah, I’ve got some time. My first run isn’t until eight.” He hollered for someone to take over for him and walked with Mac and Thomas up the hill to the South Harbor Diner. When Mac walked in with Thomas in his arms, everything came to a halt in the small restaurant, and every eye in the room landed on him.
 

“Morning, everyone,” Mac said.

Murmured greetings followed as Mac and Joe slid into a booth.

“Jeez, man, you’ve got the whole town buzzing,” Joe said.

“Apparently.”
 

Mac told Joe about what’d happened since yesterday while sharing tiny bites of his corn muffin with Thomas. If the boy’s bouncing antics were any indication, he loved the treat. Before long, the muffin was a pulverized mess of crumbs that Mac scrambled to contain. The kid moved fast!

“You know what people say about her, don’t you?” Joe asked tentatively after hearing Mac’s story.

“It’s not true, Joe.” He told his friend what Darren Tuttle and the other boys, including Evan, had done to her.

Joe swore under his breath. “God, that’s horrible.” He leveled a steady look at Mac across the table. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

Mac appreciated that his old friend knew him so well. “Haven’t decided yet. But I plan to have a chat with my brother. Soon.”

“Tuttle owns an auto body shop out on Sunflower Road.”

“Good to know.”

“He’s still as much of a jerk as he was in school.”

“Also good to know.”

“That’s one cute baby,” Joe said a bit wistfully.

“He really is.”

“You’re getting kind of involved here, huh?”

“I think maybe I am.” It still amazed Mac to realize all that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. “There’s something about her that just gets to me. I can’t explain it.”

Joe shrugged. “Happens to the best of us.”

Mac knew he was referring to his feelings for Janey. After spending time with Maddie, he had a new appreciation for what it would be like to want someone who didn’t return the sentiment. That thought struck a chord of fear in Mac. Suddenly, he needed to get back to her. He needed to see her, to reassure himself that what they’d shared during the long night had started them down a path toward something important.

“I need to get Thomas back to his mom,” Mac said, tossing some bills on the table. “Give me a ring when you have time to kill.”

Joe raised an eyebrow as his lips quirked with amusement. “Sticking around for a while, are you?”

Mac glanced down at Thomas and then back at Joe. “Looks that way.”

Tingling breasts woke Maddie. Shifting in the bed, she moaned when her knee and elbow protested the movement. Her injuries hurt more this morning than they had the day before, if that was possible. Ignoring the sharp blast of pain from her knee, she got up too fast and hobbled into Thomas’s room. His crib was empty.

Maddie gasped. Where were they? Where had he taken her son? Her heart racing and her throat tightening, she tried not to think about her terrifying dream as she went to the front door and looked down over Tiffany’s yard. No sign of them.

“Oh, please,” she whispered. “Please come back. Bring my baby back.”

You don’t really know him at all
, the devil on her left shoulder said.
Of course you do
, said the angel on the other shoulder.
You know him better than you ever knew the baby’s father
. To which the devil said,
He could be anywhere by now
. Maddie’s panic mounted as she watched the day’s first ferry clear the breakwater on its way to the mainland. The angel scoffed at the devil.
He’ll be right back. You’ll see
.

As if she had waved a magic wand, a minute or two later Mac came strolling down Tiffany’s driveway holding Thomas. He carried a white bag in his other hand and kept up a steady flow of chatter with the baby. Even though she was furious with him for taking Thomas without her permission, she couldn’t help but notice how completely focused he was on her son.

“There’s Mommy,” he said to Thomas on the way up the stairs.
 

They came in the door, and she reached for Thomas.

“Hey, whoa,” Mac said. “Wait a minute. Sit down, and I’ll hand him to you.”

“I’ll just take him now.”

“But your hand—”

“Please give me my son.”

Surprised by her sharp tone, he did as she asked. “Uh oh, buddy. I think Mom’s mad at us.”

 
“I’m not mad at him.” She returned to the sofa bed and painfully managed to arrange Thomas so her shirt was covering her breast and sighed with relief as he latched on for the one feeding she still managed to get in each day. Feeling exposed, she reached for the sheet and tugged it up over them.

Mac dropped the bag he’d been carrying on the kitchen table. “I brought you a muffin and some coffee.” He turned to her. “I didn’t know how you like it. Are you. . .”

“Feeding him? Yes.”

“Oh.” He didn’t seem to know where to look.

“Don’t take him again without telling me.”

“I’m sorry. We wanted to let you sleep for a while. You were up late.” His eyes finally met hers. He looked proprietary, as if he was gazing at something that belonged to him. Not knowing whether to be flattered or fearful, she looked away.

“I didn’t like not knowing where he was.”

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “I should’ve left a note.”

“You should’ve told me you were taking him.”

“That would’ve required waking you up, which would’ve defeated the whole ‘let you sleep in’ purpose of our mission.”

“Have you ever had an argument you didn’t win?”

“Hmm, not that I can recall.”

Maddie growled in frustration, which startled Thomas, causing him to release her nipple. She resituated him and patted his bum to reassure him. Venturing a glance at Mac, she found him watching her with thinly veiled hunger that zipped through her like an electrical current, settling into a throb between her legs.

As if he knew exactly what he did to her just by looking at her that certain way, he sat on the edge of the bed.

Maddie wished she could run away, but the twenty-pound baby anchored to her breast and the cut on her knee kept her from moving.
 

Thomas let out a cry to tell her he was ready to move to the other side.

“Could you. . . Turn away?” she asked.

“Do I have to?”

“Yes!”

Reluctantly, or so it seemed, Mac turned his back to her. “That’s about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said in a strangled tone.

“You can’t see anything.”

“I have a very vivid imagination. Can I turn back now?”

“If you must.”

He not only turned back, he put his hands on either side of her hips and leaned in so his face was close to hers. “Kiss me.”

“No,” she said, turning away from him.