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I have to do what I think is right.
That’s bullshit! I love you, and this is what you do to me? Don’t you care about me at all anymore?
Of course I do. This isn’t easy for me. But I have to be able to live with myself.
She saw the dots that signaled he was writing something appear and disappear twice, but nothing came through.
“He’s thinking about it,” Jack said, looking tense. “What will he decide?”
She shook her head. “He and Bastian have spent their lives blaming each other for one thing after another, even Lyssa, right? We just need Remy to do it one more time...”
Finally, she received his response.
You can’t do this to me. Or my parents.
I don’t want to, believe me! But if you can’t get Bastian to tell you where he got every single pair of those panties, you’ll force my hand. I’m an attorney. What do you expect?
You’re saying if I tell you where they came from, you’ll keep your mouth shut about where you found the duffel bag?
Once Livingston has that information, I won’t say a word—I’ll stay out of it completely.
She held her breath, then added,I’m just trying to do the right thing. As hard as it is, I would hope you’d want to do the right thing, too.
He’s my brother.
If he’s peeping in windows or breaking and entering or whatever, he has to be stopped. Let’s get him some help before it gets worse.
You’re not going to let this go.
I can’t.
She got nothing from him for probably five minutes. Then Remy wrote,Fine. I’ll see what I can do.
Ismay felt her eyes go wide. She set her phone down and tried to take her first sip of coffee, but her hand was shaking from the adrenaline pumping through her, so she put it down again. “I think he’s going to do it.”
The first thing Bo learned when he landed on Mariners was that Bastian Windsor had been arrested. Jack had texted during Bo’s flight to say that Ismay had convinced Remy to come forward, and what he’d told the police must’ve been meaningful because Bastian was already in custody.
Bo couldn’t help thinking of Annabelle, who was probably on her way to the island with an expensive attorney in tow, determined to go to battle on behalf of her son. He would’ve texted her to offer his condolences, but he hadn’t heard from her since Remy fired him, and he was afraid she’d assume he was gloating.
He wasn’t.Shewasn’t to blame for Bastian’s actions, and he knew how mortified, embarrassed, and heartbroken she had to be. He believed part of the reason she overindulged her sons was to remain relevant in their lives. He got the impression she wasn’t fulfilled in her marriage. Mort was always so busy. She needed something or someone to cling to.
How did she do that?he wrote back, referring to Ismay. He’d told Jack not to tell Ismay he was returning. He wanted to talk to her in person. Only then did he feel he’d be able to determine if coming back had been the right decision.
She didn’t go back to him, did she?he wrote and held his breath, waiting for the answer. If she had, he’d get up in the morning and take the first flight he could get back to New Orleans, and all the money he’d spent to return to Mariners would be a waste. He’d also feel like a fool.
No. He’s pressing her about it, especially now that she knows he wasn’t responsible for the stuff in that duffel bag. But she’s stuck on another guy I know. ;)
Bo felt a smile stretch across his face as he read Jack’s answer. He was still smiling when he released his seat belt and got his bag down from the overhead bin. It was after eleven o’clock. Because he’d booked his flights at the last minute, he’d had to take a circuitous route to Boston and had barely arrived there in time to catch the last flight of the day to the island. Before leaving Louisiana, he’d booked a hotel here in town so he’d have a place to stay when he got in. He hadn’t planned on bothering Ismay tonight. But if Jack was up, maybe she was, too, and Bo suddenly couldn’t wait any longer to see her.
Is Ismay with you?
She is. There’s no way we could go to bed right now. We’re busy celebrating.
At Honey’s?
No, at the Starfish Beach Bar.
That place was on the other side of the island, much closer to the cottage than downtown, but he could easily grab an Uber...
