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“Evidently. Can you slow down? It’s not going to help your sister if you land us in a ditch.”
“Sorry.” Jenna eased her foot off the accelerator. “I’m worried about her. Do you think Scott’s the reason she didn’t come home much?”
“I don’t know—slow down!”
Jenna braked hard. “Maybe she was worried she’d run into him.”
“I’m worried we’re going to litter the island with dead bodies. Do you want me to drive?”
“No. Sorry. I’ll slow down. I’m anxious. From what Lauren told me, she’ll have to get a job.” Jenna drove carefully through West Tisbury, where the annual fair and livestock show ran for four days every August. She wondered if her sister was missing the city and decided it was probably the last thing on her mind. “Whenever we spent time together, she and Ed always seemed happy, didn’t you think?”
“You can never tell from the outside what is going on inside a marriage. We probably look happy, too.”
Her heart gave a bump. “We are happy.”
“You haven’t seemed too happy lately.”
Why had she started this conversation when she was driving? “I want a baby, that’s true, but it doesn’t mean I’m not happy.”
Was he saying he wasn’t happy?
She felt a rush of panic. Greg was the one sure thing in her life. Dependable and reliable. She’d built a future with him on solid foundations, and suddenly those foundations had given a warning tremble.
They were silent for the rest of the drive and when Jenna finally pulled up outside The Captain’s House and glanced at Greg, his eyes were closed.
“Greg?”
“Mmm?” He opened his eyes. “Are we here?”
“Yes. Wait—” She put her hand on his arm before he could unfasten the seat belt. “Are you happy? You talk about everyone but yourself. Tell me how you’re feeling.”
“I’m tired. Work is busy.”
She didn’t want to talk about work. She wanted to talk about them.
“You do want a baby, don’t you?”
He hesitated. “Of course.”
“Sometimes I think I want one more than you do.”
“I want a family. But it’s not the only thing I think about.”
Was she that bad?
From now on she was going to stop talking about it all the time, at least to Greg. Now that Lauren was back, she could talk to her.
On impulse she grabbed him and tugged him toward her. “I love you, Greg Sullivan.” She pressed her lips to his, feeling the familiar shape of his mouth.
He slid his hand behind her neck and kissed her back. It started slow, but no one knew how to stoke the heat like Greg. With each slide of his tongue and brush of his fingers, he turned the kiss into a dizzying prelude to a greater intimacy. She knew exactly how that intimacy would feel and raw sensation flashed through her. There was a delicious ache in her pelvis and she wished they were back home.
His hand stroked its way under her sweater and up to her breasts
and she felt her flesh tighten under the skilled brush of his thumb.
“Greg!” She gasped against his mouth and he eased away just enough to speak.
“What?” His voice was thickened, his eyes sleepy and sexy.
