Coast Guard Sweetheart. Lisa Carter

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      The night is dark and dreary,

      we can scarcely see the moon,

      But still I live in hope to see

      the Holy Ground once more.

      You’re the girl that I adore,

      And still I live in hope to see

      the Holy Ground once more.”

      He had a right nice voice. Not that she’d ever tell him that. Would only enlarge that already swelled ego of his. She reminded herself of the fleeting nature of cowboy Coastie charms.

      But in no time flat, they arrived at the Duer dock. Sawyer scrambled out of the kayak and hoisted Max onto dry land. Beaching the canoe onto the shore, Sawyer offered his hand again. “Beatrice.”

      Honey was already wishing she’d never told him to call her that. But she placed her hand in his, unsure if she’d receive a dunking or not. However, he set her feet onto solid ground and released her hand immediately. But not before she noted how his hand trembled at her touch.

      And something knotted a long, long time, started to uncoil within Honey.

      Clambering onto the dock, he cranked the faucet and freed the hose wound around a piling. “Max, your turn first.”

      Max shivered in his cut off jeans and Chincoteague Pony Roundup shirt. He shimmied when the cold spray of water hit his head. Sawyer kept the nozzle trained on Max’s short crop of hair until the curls resumed their natural carrot-topped hue. Bobbing on his tippy toes, Max closed his eyes as Sawyer spray washed his face, neck and clothes.

      A brown puddle formed at Max’s feet. “Look at the dirt coming off me, Aunt Honey. Cool.”

      She grimaced. “And thanks to you both, I’ve got mud caked in places I don’t want to think about.”

      Aboot... She flushed as Sawyer rolled his tongue in his cheek.

      “I’d leave that go if I were you, Kole. Max, get the bucket out of the canoe and then you’re in charge of cleaning the canoe and the paddles.”

      A gust of wind buffeted Braeden’s sailboat, the Seas the Day, tied at the slip on the other side of the dock. Shuddering in his wet clothes, Max grabbed the clam bucket. “I’ll take these to the kitchen and be right back.”

      “You better,” she called after Max, disappearing up the path to the house. “Granddad will have your head if you don’t make sure the equipment is clean.”

      Sawyer held up the nozzle. “Your turn to come clean, Beatrice.”

      Honey gave him her best put-a-Coastie-in-his-place look. “I don’t need your help.”

      Sawyer smiled. “Thing is, I’m learning everyone needs help from time to time.”

      Honey turned the hose on herself. “Not from you, I don’t.” She shut her eyes and allowed the water to trickle over her head, neck, shirt and shorts. She opened her eyes to find Sawyer studying her with an unwavering focus.

      “What?” she grunted.

      “You missed a spot—several huge chunks in fact—in your hair.”

      Honey tilted her head over the side of the pier, her hair dangling over the tidal creek. She ran the hose water and her hand through her shoulder-length hair. “Am I good now?”

      “From where I stand, you always look good. But no, you’ve still got mud in that hard to reach place on the crown of your head. Here.” He reached for the hose. “Let me.”

      She eyed him for a second before surrendering the hose. He gave her a crooked smile meant to reassure. Instead, it curled her toes and jump-started her pulse.

      “Lean your head...” Sawyer directed the stream of water and finger-combed the mud out of the strands of her hair. “Good. Stay like that. There...”

      At his touch, she squeezed her eyes shut and reminded herself to breathe. In and out. Like Sawyer appeared in her life. Here today—

      “Okay. I think I got it.”

      Eyes wide open and with tingles frolicking like dancing dolphins across her skin, she realized he hadn’t stepped away. But he dropped his hand with the hose to his thigh. And his free hand?

      It still lingered, woven into the locks of her hair.

      Only inches away, his eyes had gone a smoky blue. She took a quick breath. He cradled the nape of her neck and drew her closer.

      In the circle of his arms, she soaked in his warmth. He tilted his head. Her lips parted.

      “Honey!”

      She jerked. Sawyer stepped back.

      Amelia waved from the screened porch. “Honey! Sawyer!”

      “She shouldn’t be on her feet. Doctor’s orders.”

      But Amelia came down the steps and let the screen door bang shut behind her. Sawyer turned off the faucet and recoiled the hose.

      “What’s wrong?” Honey surged forward, clasping Amelia’s sleeve. “Did the contractions return? Do we need to take you to the hospital?”

      Amelia shook her head. “No. I’m fine. But Braeden called. Thought Sawyer might be here.” A smile lifted her cheeks. “Turns out he was right.”

      Sawyer’s posture altered, becoming all business. “Is there a problem at the station?”

      Amelia moistened her lips. “Braeden’s calling for the off-watch Station Kiptohanock crew to report to headquarters. The forecast’s changed. The tropical depression skipped tropical storm status and mushroomed into Hurricane Zelda.”

      “What’s its current status?” Sawyer frowned. “And where is it projected to make landfall?”

      Amelia took a deep breath. “It’s Category 4 and gaining speed. Braeden’s meeting now with Accomack County Emergency Management officials to coordinate strategies. Landfall is estimated to occur somewhere between Hatteras and Ocean City.”

      Worry prickled Honey. “Putting the Shore right in the middle of its path.”

      “Like a bull’s-eye.” Sawyer’s mouth tightened. “Increasing our chances for major storm damage.”

      “What about the Decoy Festival this weekend? Has it been cancelled?”

      “The storm’s headed our way, but not till later this week. So for now, the festival’s still a go.” Amelia swallowed. “But it’s going to get bad. Maybe mandatory evacuations if it truly veers in our direction.”

      Honey sniffed. “Real Shoremen don’t leave because the wind changes direction. We stand our ground.”

      “It’s a bad wind that never changes.” СКАЧАТЬ