Meant for Love (23 page)

“He knew what you most needed to hear, and he knew that when the time came to truly move forward, those words would mean everything to you.”

Jenny brushed at the tears that fell despite her desire to get through this without them. She’d cried more than enough over the last twelve years. You’d think she’d be all cried out by now.
 

“For what it’s worth, I think you’ll feel better after you tell Alex about Toby. It’s weighing you down at a time when you should be feeling happy at having found someone you want to be with. Tell him sooner rather than later so you can put the past where it belongs and start to enjoy the future.”

“That’s very good advice.”

“He works for himself, doesn’t he?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have his number?”

Jenny nodded. She’d programmed it into her phone after he called her last night.

“Text him and ask him where he’s working and whether he might be interested in a lunch delivery.”

“I can’t bother him in the middle of his workday.”
 

“Why not?”

Jenny couldn’t think of any good reason why not.
 

Sydney’s smug smile made her laugh. “Get your phone before you lose your nerve.”

Still not convinced this was a good idea, she retrieved the phone from her purse.
 

“Ready to take dictation?” Syd asked.

“Are you always this bossy?”

“Only when it serves a good purpose. Get the text ready.”

Jenny typed his name into the text screen. “It’s ready.”

“Ask him if he’s interested in a lunch delivery.”

Shaking her head, Jenny sighed.
Any interest in a lunch delivery?

Her phone chimed almost immediately in response.
I’m already starving so that sounds awesome. I’m working at the Chesterfield estate today. You know where that is?

I know where it is. Any special requests?

Surprise me.

Ok. See you soon.

Can’t wait.

Sydney was standing next to Jenny, reading the texts as they were sent and received. “I think I might be in love with this guy, too.”

“Hands off. You’ve got your own hot guy to love.”

“Yes, I do, and Alex is all yours.” She gave Jenny a tight one-armed hug. “I’m so happy this is happening for you.”

“Stop jinxing me.”

Sydney laughed. “Thanks for telling me about him.”

“Thanks for listening. I’ve been dying to tell someone for days now.”

“You should invite him to the shower on Saturday. We’re inviting the guys to pay them back for all the times they’ve crashed girls’ night out. We figured making them attend a sex-toy-and-lingerie party was the very least of what they deserve.”

“Oh my God, I love that! But I don’t know if I’m ready to expose Alex to a sex-toy party
and
our crowd at the same time.”

“It’ll be a good test,” Sydney said with a smirk.
 

“I’ll think about it.” She gave her friend a hug. “Thank you so much for listening.”

“Any time. You and I share an unfortunate bond, so I’m glad you came to me.”

“There was no one else I could’ve gone to. I knew you’d tell me exactly what to do.”

“Of course I want to hear every detail of how lunch goes.” Sydney walked her to the door. “It’ll be hard to tell him the story, but once you do, you’ll feel better. I promise.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“I’m always right. Ask Luke.”

“I’ll do that,” Jenny said on her way out the door. “Next time I see him.” Sydney’s laughter followed her down the sidewalk. Bolstered by her friend’s support, Jenny drove into town and picked up sandwiches, drinks, chips, cookies and fruit at the grocery store. In deference to the heat, she also got him two bottles of water and a bag of ice to keep everything cold.

Giddy with excitement at the thought of seeing him, she set off for the Chesterfield estate, determined to tell him what he needed to know about her and then get back to enjoying what was happening between them.

Chapter 13

The ferry ride was endless, and the drive to Providence even worse. Carolina felt like she was coming out of her skin as they sat in traffic on Interstate 95. She strained to see what was causing the delay.
 

“Relax, love,” Seamus said for the ten thousandth time since they left the house.
 

“I don’t want to relax. I want to see my kids.”

“And you will. Very soon. Looks like an accident up ahead. Once we get past that, it’ll be smooth sailing.”

“This trip has been anything but smooth sailing.”

“I told you it was going to be rough out there today.”

“And I told you I didn’t care.” The bumpy ferry ride had made her queasy, but thankfully, she hadn’t gotten sick. Even if she had, she’d still be on her way to see Joe, Janey and baby P.J. Judging by the phone call she’d received from her son earlier, he was equally elated that she was finally able to come see them.
 

They were in Seamus’s company truck because he wanted to bring back some lumber for a project he planned to do at the house. Carolina had barely heard him when he outlined the improvements he wanted to make to their house. What did she care about a leaky roof and other such things when she was about to meet her grandson?

Inching along in bumper-to-bumper traffic, she felt as if the universe was conspiring to keep her away from her loved ones, but she refrained from sharing that thought with Seamus. He would tell her she was being foolish, which she was. Nothing other than a series of regrettable events had kept her from her grandson.

First, there’d been the thorn bush she’d fallen into when she made the mistake of playfully running away from Seamus after they’d made up from one of their regular arguments. Then came the virus that had hung on through Seamus’s mother’s entire visit, which led Carolina to joke to the good-natured Nora O’Grady that her son had taken on an invalid. And today, rough seas and lousy traffic had made for a tedious morning.

After about thirty minutes of inching along at less than five miles per hour, they finally broke free of the accident that had snarled traffic on the interstate.

“Drive like you’re being chased,” she said to Seamus.

“What good will you be to baby P.J. if you arrive at the hospital through the emergency room?”

“Don’t talk. Drive.”

He laughed, which made her want to punch him—except for the fact that he was driving her to see her grandson.
 

When he parked at the hospital a short time later, Carolina was out of the car before he’d even turned off the engine.
 

“Hold your horses, woman, will you?”

“I will not hold my horses. You need to hurry up.”

They bickered about their differing senses of urgency all the way to the elevator, where he punched the number for the neonatal intensive care unit. At the reception desk, she asked for directions to their room.

“They aren’t here anymore,” the nurse said. “They got moved to a regular room on the pediatrics floor an hour ago.”
 

“That’s great news,” Seamus said.

“Yes, it is,” the nurse agreed.

While Carolina knew it was great news, it was also another delay. Back in the elevator, she kept her arms folded tight across her chest as if that would contain the overwhelming anxiety that beat through her. Thankfully, Seamus seemed to get that touching her right then would not be in his best interests.

On the pediatrics ward, they were directed to a room at the far end of the hallway—naturally. Standing outside the door, she was suddenly frozen as weeks’ worth of anxiety rendered her limbs useless.
 

Seamus’s arm came around her shoulders. “It’s okay, love. Everything’s good. Let’s go see them.”

Apparently mute as well as frozen, Carolina nodded and let him lead her into the room. And there was her tall, handsome son, his beautiful wife and their newborn son. Caro nearly swooned from the relief she felt at finally laying eyes on the three of them. Joe and Janey looked exhausted and pale, but their smiles were radiant as they welcomed Carolina and Seamus.
 

Carolina hugged her son far longer than she had in years. “I’m so happy to see you.”

He clung to her the way he had as a little boy, and she loved it. “Same here, Mom.”

“You have no idea how happy I am that she’s finally getting to see you,” Seamus said drolly, making them laugh.

“Come hold your grandson, Carolina,” Janey said.

Caro wiped tears she hadn’t realized were there until they blinded her as she hugged her daughter-in-law around the baby. “Oh, can I? Are you sure it’s okay?”

“I’m positive. He’s been waiting to meet you. We’ve told him all about you.”

“Luckily, he won’t remember that it took his silly Grammy two weeks to get here after he was born.” Carolina sat in a rocking chair and accepted the swaddled bundle from Janey.

“Through no fault of yours,” Joe reminded her.

“I think she would’ve swum to the mainland through shark-infested waters today if that’s what it took,” Seamus said.

“You’re absolutely right, I would’ve,” Caro said, dazzled by the little face, the perfect lips, the tiny nose, the feathery eyebrows, the dusting of golden-blond hair. How could he be anything but blond with Joe and Janey as his parents? “Oh, he looks just like you did, Joseph!”

“Poor bugger,” Joe said. “I was so hoping he’d look like his gorgeous mother.”

“Oh hush,” Janey said. “He’ll be every bit as handsome as his daddy is.”

Caro ran a finger over the sweet softness of the baby’s cheek. “When can he come home?”

“They’re going to release him in the next couple of days,” Joe said, “but they want us close by for a week or two after that, so we’re going to stay at Janey’s Uncle Frank’s house until they release us to take him to the island.”

“We don’t want to be too far from here if he needs something,” Janey said.

“He graduated from the NICU this morning,” Joe said proudly as he sat next to his wife on a small sofa next to a window that overlooked downtown Providence. “It all happened so fast, I didn’t have time to text you.”

“That’s all right.” Caro had yet to take her eyes off the baby. “We found you.” Holding Peter Joseph Cantrell, who’d been named in honor of her late husband and Joe’s father, Carolina took the first deep breath she’d taken in two weeks. They were fine. They were all fine, and her baby grandson was absolutely perfect despite his chaotic birth. “P.J., I have someone I want you to meet. Now, I don’t want you to listen to too much of his baloney, but he’s vowed to be a very good grandpa to you.”

Seamus squatted in front of her and leaned in to kiss the baby’s cheek. “Hi there, P.J. I’m your handsome and charming Grandpa Seamus, but you can call me Da, because that’s what my nieces and nephews call my dad. I promise to spoil you rotten.”

“If you want to stay out of trouble, don’t listen to a word that Irish charmer says.” Carolina finally peeled her eyes off the baby to give her fiancé a warm smile. “He’ll lead you astray every time.”

 
“Look, love,” Seamus said, grinning as he nodded toward the baby’s parents.

Janey had her head on Joe’s chest, and his arm was tight around her. The two of them were fast asleep.

Carolina smiled down at her grandson. “Looks like Grammy and Da are in charge for a little while.” She wouldn’t have it any other way.

***

On the drive to the Chesterfield estate, Jenny thought about what she needed to tell Alex and hoped she could make it through the conversation without getting emotional. She didn’t want to scare him off like the first guy she’d slept with after Toby. He’d run for his life from her emotional firestorm, not that she blamed him. It was a lot to take in. She couldn’t deny that, and she couldn’t deny that by the time she pulled into the long driveway that led to the late Mrs. Chesterfield’s estate, she felt sick again.

Alex was trimming hedges, but he was watching for her and stopped what he was doing when he saw her car enter the circular driveway.
 

As she got out of the car, holding the bags from the grocery store in one hand, he came toward her, his stride eating up the grass.

Jenny’s entire body stood up to take notice.

Alex wore his usual work “uniform,” consisting of a deliciously bare chest, khaki cargo shorts and work boots with white socks peeking out the top. His skin shone with perspiration that dampened his chest hair and made his abdominal muscles glisten.

He was gorgeous, sexy and, judging by the wide smile on his face, very happy to see her. “This is such a nice surprise,” he said as he approached her, bending his head to kiss her cheek and then her lips.

Jenny wanted to cling to him and lose herself in one of his unforgettable kisses. But that wasn’t why she was here, so she reluctantly pulled back from him.