You don’t know the truth. Don’t jump to conclusions.
Her rational mind said it wasn’t possible, but holy hell, her heart ached, and her eyes were streaming tears, the flow trickling down her face.
Why didn’t he tell me?
She stopped, breathless and hopeless, at the shore. She made her way down a fishing dock that had been here as long as she could remember. It was weathered, but still sturdy. Standing at the end of the wooden structure, she looked out at the churning ocean. The sound of the crashing waves calmed her down a little, the turmoil matching the emotions that were slamming into her body all at once.
Pain.
Betrayal.
Fear.
Emptiness.
Despair.
Emily would have trusted Grady with her life, never imagining he’d hidden a secret that would destroy her.
The way he looked at me, the way he treated me . . . was everything a lie?
She really needed to leave before Grady got back. Part of her wanted to confront him, but she knew she needed time. She was hysterical, irrational. Her thoughts needed to be clear before she spoke with him or she’d lose it.
She had turned to leave, knowing she needed to go home and get herself together, when her foot skidded along the slippery, icy surface of the dock, making her lose her balance completely. One long slide, her slick sneakers propelling her sideways, and she tumbled into the churning waves with a startled, fearful scream.
Grady arrived just in time to hear Emily’s scream of terror.
Following her footprints in the snow when he’d discovered she wasn’t in the house, the trail had led him here to the dock. Her desperate cry had jerked his head to the end of the wooden structure, and before he could wonder what the hell she was doing on the slippery dock, she was falling.
“Fuck!” he rasped desperately, watching his whole life take a tumble into water that he knew couldn’t be more than forty degrees.
He shed his jacket and sweatshirt on the run and dove into the water, the frigid temperature taking his breath away, but he ignored the stabbing pain of the impact. His only thought was to reach Emily.
She was bobbing near one of the dock posts, clinging to the wooden structure as the waves pounded at her body.
“What the hell are you doing?” Grady bellowed over the noise of the rushing water. “You have to get out of the water.”
Jesus H. Christ, it was cold. He knew neither one of them would survive if they didn’t get out of the water.
“My foot’s stuck,” she screamed. “Get out of the water, Grady.”
He could see her struggling, her head going under to try to get free from whatever had her in its grasp.
“Get out of the water, my ass,” he growled, diving under the waves and following her legs with his hand, keeping his other arm around the post to keep from being swept away from her by the waves.
The dock was old and weathered and her foot was lodged in a very large split in the wood, held in place by a bolt that was blocking her shoe from escaping. Grasping her foot tightly, he maneuvered it into a position where he could yank her foot free, coming to the surface gasping for air.
He didn’t waste his breath trying to talk. He grasped Emily around the waist and propelled her toward the shore in front of him. The dock wasn’t very long, and the waves helped, tossing them up on shore with very little effort.
Knowing he had to get them warm and dry, he scooped up Emily, wrapped her in his dry coat, and sprinted for the house, ignoring the pain of his circulation returning, and his clumsy motion. Jaw clenched with determination, he moved as fast as he could, clutching Emily tightly to his body.
I have to get her warm. She’s not even shivering. She’s hypothermic.
He didn’t stop once he came through the door. He bolted up the stairs, and set Emily in the chair in his room, and frantically started to strip her down.
Her expression was blank, almost as if she were in shock. Grady tore her clothing as he removed it, desperate to get her out of her wet clothes. Once she was naked, he grabbed towels to dry her body and her hair hurriedly, deposited her in his bed, and started piling warm blankets on top of her. “You’ll be warm in a few minutes, sweetheart. You’ll be okay.” He knew he was talking as much to himself as he was to her, trying to reassure himself that she was safe.
Her body started to shiver, and her teeth were chattering, which was a good sign. Her body temperature was rising.
“Get warm,” she told him as she trembled beneath the blankets. “I’m okay.”
She didn’t look like she was okay at all, but her eyes looked up at him with a pleading expression that he couldn’t ignore. He stripped hurriedly, his own body shivering, a reaction that he knew would raise his body temperature, but it was damn uncomfortable.
After using the towels to dry his own body, he slid beneath the pile of blankets. He doubted that he had much body heat, but he pulled Emily to him anyway, wondering if he could give her any warmth that he had left in his body through the sheer power of his will.
Grady clutched her against him, closing his eyes in relief as he felt them shivering together, their bodies warming.
What if I hadn’t come home exactly when I did? What if I had made another stop? Would Emily have died out there, unable to get free?
A mammoth shudder went through his body, but it had nothing to do with his body temperature.
“What if I had lost you? What the hell were you doing out there? That dock isn’t safe even in the summer.” His voice was graveled and anxious.
Her teeth were still chattering slightly as she answered, “You’d still have your wife,” she ground through her clenched teeth, struggling to move away from him.
Grady tightened his hold, not letting her escape. “What? Are you delusional? Talk to me.” Maybe she was suffering worse than he thought, because she was uttering complete nonsense. But her body was settling down, and she was only shivering lightly now; his had stopped completely.
“Hope Sinclair,” she said with a little more strength. “Your wife.” She pummeled at his chest, trying to move away from him. “How could you, Grady? How could you kiss me and act like you cared about me when you have a wife tucked away somewhere? Was all of this just some kind of sick game for you? I was in love with you, you bastard!” Emily stopped fighting and burst into tears, her body starting to rock with heartbreaking sobs.
“Stop. Emily. Stop crying.” Christ! He couldn’t stand to see her this way. It was ripping his heart from his chest. “I don’t have a wife. Hope is my sister. Did she call while I was gone?”