Turbulent Desires(45)

"Yes. I miss my wife so much still that it brings an ache to my heart  when I think about her," Sherman said. "It helps me, though, seeing the  boys slowly beginning to find love."

"I wouldn't know what to do without my Katherine. She's the love of my  life. If she knew how much I was messing in the kids' lives, she would  smack me, though," Joseph said as he looked around nervously.

"Your grandkids are sure growing up fast," Sherman told him.

"Yes, they are. There will soon be a whole new generation for me to get  my hands on," Joseph said as he looked out across the beach and spotted  Jasmine, who was a true beauty. "She's starting college this fall. I  can't believe how quickly the time passes."

"Is there anyone special in her life?" Sherman asked.

"No. She's still too young. I'll give her a few years before I start  thinking about great-grandchildren," he said with a bear of a laugh.

"Yes. I still have to help Nick find love, and I desperately want to  bring Ace home. That boy might think there's too much water under the  bridge, but when it comes to family, you never give up," Sherman told  him.         

     



 

"I agree with you there," Joseph told his friend.

"You've done well with your family, Joseph. I'm glad I've gotten to see how it's grown," Sherman said.

Joseph beamed at him, as he always did when anyone praised his family.  There was a reason Joseph Anderson had done so well in life-it was  because he was loyal and loving, something that couldn't be said about  too many people Sherman knew.

"Thank you, my friend. You're doing pretty well yourself," Joseph told him.

"Are you boys over here gossiping?"

Joseph instantly sat up a bit straighter as Katherine approached them.

"We were talking about what a lucky man I am to have wed you," Joseph  quickly said as he reached for his bride and gently pulled her down onto  his lap to kiss her lips. "Every day I have with you is one more I  thank God for."

"You smooth talker, you," she said, a rosy glow instantly showing up in her aged cheeks.

"I'm just telling it how it is, my Katherine."

"You clearly have gotten yourself out of trouble," she told him with a giggle. "Even though I'm sure you're up to no good."

She looked adoringly at her husband's face, and Sherman could see the  love they had for each other. It was a beautiful aura of pure goodness.

"I think I will leave you two alone," he said as he slowly rose to his  feet and looked around. He could hear Joseph and Katherine giggling as  he walked away to the edge of the water and looked out at the gently  lapping waves.

Losing his wife had stolen a piece of his soul, and there wasn't a day  that went by that he didn't regret not doing more for her each day  they'd been together.

Turning back around, his eyes sought out his nephews.

He found Cooper and Stormy snuggled up together on a hammock, their  smiles obvious even from this distance as Cooper snuck in little kisses.  Evelyn cradled their baby close to her chest nearby.

Nick was speaking to a pretty brunette over by the fire, her soft  laughter drifting across the sand. This nephew was as reluctant as his  brothers to settle down, but the boy sure loved to flirt with the  ladies.

It wouldn't be long before Sherman focused his attention on him.

Looking across the crowd of people, he couldn't find Maverick anymore-or  Lindsey. He sure hoped that was a good sign. Those two were meant to be  together and everyone knew it.

With a smile, Sherman made his way up the trails to the huge Anderson  mansion. His heart was full, and his body tired. It was time to call it a  night.

Tomorrow would be a new day for them all.





CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

The big night was finally happening. The fund-raiser Lindsey had worked  on side by side with Maverick was going off without a single hitch. The  party planners had everything taken care of. More money was expected to  be raised than in any other previous year, and Lindsey was standing in  the immaculate ballroom wearing a dress she felt out of place in,  wishing she were any other place on Earth.

Maverick was sure to be there, and she wasn't sure how she was going to  deal with seeing him. She'd told herself it didn't have to be awkward,  told herself they could be friends. But she had been foolish. It would  be impossible to be only friends with the man she was hopelessly in love  with.

"You are a vision."

Groaning beneath her breath, Lindsey turned to find Dr. Stine looking  pretty dang impressive himself in his custom tux. She wasn't used to  seeing any of the hospital staff in clothing other than scrubs. It was  difficult to recognize some of them.

"You look great," she told him with an attempt at a smile.

"I'm happy you came. I was disappointed when I thought you weren't going to be here."

"I was browbeat into coming," she admitted.

"I was sort of hoping I'm the reason you decided to make an appearance.  Then I might be able to talk you into a dance," he happily responded.

"Dr. Stine . . ." she began when he held a finger up to her lips.

"We're not at work. Don't you think you can call me Jesse?"

She reached up and removed his finger. "I might slip at work if I start  it now," she said, but she gave him a smile. He was being very kind to  her.

"If you say my name with a little pout at the end, then you can call me  whatever you want," he told her, his teeth showing as he chuckled at his  own joke.

It took her a minute to get it. Then she actually laughed.

"I'm not playing doctor and nurse with you," she said, feeling her spirits lift.

"But I have the perfect outfit in mind," he promised.

She leaned in and gave him a hug. When she pulled back, she knew there  was no chance she was going to date this guy. But she also had a feeling  she'd just made a new friend-which in her opinion was so much better  than going on a few dates and then feeling awkward around each other.         

     



 

"Thank you for making me laugh. I can't wait to see the woman who will bring you down," she told him.

For the briefest of moments, disappointment flashed in his eyes, but then his smile returned.

"Whoever the guy is that let you get away is a fool. If he doesn't  figure it out soon, then I'm going to have to step up my game," he  promised.

"He's definitely figured it out."

She and Dr. Stine both turned to find Maverick standing behind them,  looking so spectacular her breath was taken away. She'd seen him in a  suit once, but the fitted tux hugged him in all the right places. It  gave him a look of mystery she found she wanted to unravel.

He stepped closer, letting Dr. Stine know she was taken. Lindsey didn't  even have time to think before he leaned in and kissed her intimately,  making her lips tingle. When he pulled back, she was almost dizzy,  grateful for the arm holding her up.

"I don't think we've met. I'm Maverick Armstrong," he said to Dr. Stine,  holding out one hand while possessively holding her with the other.

"Dr. Jesse Stine," the doctor said, taking his hand as he assessed him.

"Thanks for keeping Lins company, but I've got it from here."

He pulled her away before she had a chance to say anything. It took  several seconds before she was able to get her wits about her. Just as  Mav got her outside on the private balcony, Lindsey decided to put her  foot down.

"That was incredibly rude, Mav. What do you think you're doing?" she  asked, taking a step back from him, pulling herself more into the  shadows.

This was too much. First he'd made that display a few days ago at Joseph  Anderson's house, and now he was doing it again here where a lot of her  coworkers could see.

"I don't understand why you're doing this."

Her anger was quickly draining and a sense of hopelessness began to fill her.

"I don't want to be without you, sug," he said as he stepped closer again.

"No. Stay there," she warned before taking in a deep breath. "I know we  have great sex together, but I can't do this, Mav. It's breaking my  heart," she told him before sucking in more air. "I love you. I love you  so much that it hurts me when I see you."

She hadn't meant to tell him that-to guilt him-but it just came out. It  was his fault for continuing to bombard her with his presence.

"And I love you, sugar," he said with a smile. He moved toward her with even more assurance.

"What does that even mean?" she asked, not wanting to get her hopes up, but unable to completely squash her dreams either.

"It means that I thought I could walk away, that I thought I would be  able to just go on with my life, and we could see each other  occasionally and be nothing more than friends. That isn't working for  me-and I know it's not working for you. We have something that is so  rare and beautiful that we'd be fools to let it go."

He dropped to his knee in front of her and pulled out a box, holding it out.

"I didn't think I would ever want to spend my life with just one person.  But from that moment on the beach when I actually looked into your eyes  for the first time, I haven't had another thought for anyone other than  you. I love you, Lindsey, so much that I can't find joy anymore if you  aren't with me. Please forgive my foolishness, and please say you'll  marry me."