Page 55 of Bubbles at the Beach House Hotel

“Are you thinking back to the beach with me when we first met?” he whispered in my ear.

I chuckled. He knew me so well.

“I am, too,” he said, his voice soft and affectionate. “And you’re as beautiful now as you were then, those few years ago.”

I sighed happily. I felt we’d always somehow been together, just waiting to meet again.

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As we left the dancefloor, Lorraine and her husband, Arthur Smythe, Reggie’s father, joined us.

“The evening weather couldn’t be better,” said Lorraine, still holding hands with Arthur.

“The guests certainly seem to be enjoying it,” I replied. “Shall we make our rounds? Then, I want to go home.”

“Sure,” said Lorraine. “There’s someone I want you to talk to. They have friends who are getting married, and she wants to recommend The Beach House Hotel.”

While Vaughn and Arthur stood talking, we headed into the crowd.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Iwas still lazingin bed the next morning when Rhonda called. “Ann, I’m at the hospital with Will. Can you come?”

“Absolutely. What’s wrong?”

“They’re still testing him. We’re at the NCH Heart Institute.” Rhonda sounded as if she were about to cry.

“I’m on my way,” I said, jumping out of bed.

Minutes later, I was dressed and explained to Vaughn what was going on.

“Keep me informed,” said Vaughn, looking worried. He and Will had always gotten along well. Though Will wasn’t a sailor, he and Vaughn played golf together whenever they could.

“Tell Robbie I’m sorry I won’t be able to make his swim meet. Remember, Stephanie and Randolph will be there. If you want to invite them to dinner, I’m all for it. But it’s your time at home, so do what you want.”

“Okay, thanks. I’ll let you know how things go,” he said, kissing me.

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