Page 53 of Unspoken Love

His heart skipped a beat as he thought about the blue-eyed woman that had been dressed in the long flowing dress in his dream. “What woman?”

“The one who was complaining about her coffee when I passed out last week,” she said, and he instantly relaxed.

“Oh, Lena said that after you passed out, she laughed as she videoed you and then skipped out on her bill.”

“That bitch,” Faye said softly.

He nodded. “Don’t worry, when everyone in town heard about that, they sort of went on a witch hunt. Matt Stevens found her eating dinner with her son at the Golden Oar, so he called in Nick, who showed up in full uniform and threatened to charge her for skipping out on her bill. She was forced to pay, and she got a ticket for parking her car in a handicap spot.”

“I hope she learned a lesson.”

He agreed and kissed her again. “I’ll pick you up after work. Don’t let anyone else treat you like that. Call me if they try.”

“Deal. What are you working on today?”

“I’m going to try to finish the kitchen. The granite countertop company is coming over after lunch to take measurements.”

“Try not to have too much fun without me,” she said with a slight sigh.

“No promises.” He laughed. “I’ll send you photos of the granite samples so we can pick something out together.”

“I look forward to seeing them.” She kissed him again and then climbed out of the truck.

He watched her head inside and waited until the door closed behind her before pulling away—already planning what he wanted to get done that day.

But even as the day began, that image from his dream still clung to the corners of his mind:

The woman. Her whisper.

“My heart.”

His own heart skipped a beat when he remembered that his sister and Max had found documents when they’d remodeled the house claiming that the lost diamond had been called the Ocean’s Heart. It was well known that the rare diamond had been placed in a necklace long ago by an Earl, who had gifted it to the very young Karnia Bergman, the old owner of the light house, as a proposal gift.

However, when Karnia and her family had visited the Oregon coast one year prior to the wedding, the young girl had fallen for a local sailor instead.

When he got to his house, instead of starting to work on the kitchen, he went inside and logged onto his computer and found the message that Juliette had sent to him.

She had stumbled upon a box of letters in the basement and, thankfully, she had sent him copies in his email, knowing he would be interested.

First, he looked at the image of the old love note that she’d found. It was written by Harry Rothschild to Karnia Bergman. Harry would later be lost at sea while traveling off to war. A year after that, Karnia had died.

The letter read:

“Where the tides carry our laughter and the wind holds our secrets, love will always remain—tucked away where the earth meets the sea. Love H.”

It had seemed cryptic then and, even now, he knew that the meaning was only for the lovers.

Then he found another image that his sister had sent him. This time, it was a letter from Karnia to Harry after he’d passed.

“My love,

I still listen for your laughter in the tide and feel your touch in the wind’s embrace. Time moves, but I do not—I am here, forever waiting, just as I promised.

I have left my heart where the earth meets the sea, where only we would know to look. It rests in the quiet shadows, safe beneath the light we once followed.

If ever you should find your way back to me, you will know where to look. Until then, I will wait, as I always have, as I always will.

Yours, always.”