Sherryl Woods - Home to Seaview Key

Even as she pondered that, Jack Ferguson slid into the booth opposite her.

“What happened to the girl I remember coming in here in pigtails with her mama and daddy?” he asked, a grin spreading across his weather-beaten face. “It’s been way too long, Abby. You’re all grown up.”

Abby laughed. “That’s what happens when more than twenty years go by. And believe me, the pigtails are in the distant past, thank goodness.”

He shook his head. “Hard to believe it’s been that long, even though I have Lesley Ann and her passel of youngsters to prove that time has marched on.”

“She seems happy,” Abby said.

“Bobby’s been good to her. I think she really lucked out in that department. Of course, I’m the really lucky one. Unlike my son, Lesley Ann wanted to stick around and help out here.” His expression turned wry. “Well, what she really enjoys is bossing me around, but I’m willing to go along with that to keep this place in the hands of family.”

“I’m sorry about Mrs. Ferguson,” Abby told him.

He nodded. “Me, too.”

Silence fell for a minute, but then he leaned forward. “Okay, I’m going to get into something, even though Lesley Ann told me I should stay out of it. She reminded me we’re supposed to make a practice of not deliberately riling up our customers.”

Abby braced herself. She had a hunch she knew what was coming. “And you think whatever you have to say will rile me up?”

“It’s a possibility,” he replied.

“Go ahead. Questions from old friends are never out of line.”

He nodded. “Okay, then. What’s this I hear about you selling out to some developer who’s going to destroy Blue Heron Cove?” he asked. “Is that true? If it is, your mama and daddy must be turning over in their graves, if you don’t mind me being blunt.”

Abby wasn’t surprised by the direct question or by the implied criticism. “I haven’t sold out,” she said quietly.

He was clearly taken aback. “You haven’t?”

“No, but I am developing Blue Heron Cove myself.”

Jack sat back, his expression shocked. “I can’t believe it. You’re the one who’s going to ruin our tranquility? What would your parents think? You must know how they felt about this island.”

“I hope they’d think that I’m a smart businesswoman who loves this island as much as they did,” she said, refusing to take offense. She’d expected precisely this reaction before people heard all the facts. “I’m not going to ruin anything, Jack. I give you my word.”

He didn’t look as if he thought that was good enough.

“What exactly have you heard?” she asked. “Maybe I can put your mind at ease.”

“Not an hour ago I heard that you’ll be starting to clear-cut that land any day now, as soon as the town signs off on the permits,” he said accusingly. “Then you plan to put up a bunch of fancy houses that will be making all sorts of demands on our resources out here. I’ve seen the signs and ads for Blue Heron Cove myself. No question those places are going to be big, too big for a town this size. You denying that, too? Seems to me a picture is worth a thousand words.”

“One thing at a time. We won’t be clear-cutting,” she assured him. “That’s the truth. As many trees and shrubs as possible will remain in place. Others will be salvaged and replanted once the houses are built. There wouldn’t be much point in enticing people to live in a serene seaside setting like this and then destroying it.”

Jack’s gaze narrowed. “Gospel truth?”

“Gospel truth,” she confirmed. “It’s also true that the houses will be larger than some out here, but there won’t be that many of them. There will be one-acre lots, so only ten houses, maximum. A couple of people have even inquired about larger lots, so that would mean even fewer houses. They’ll be very high-end, so the people who buy them will contribute to the economy here. They won’t be a drain on it. Blue Heron Cove isn’t going to damage this island, Jack. I’ll make sure of it. That’s why I made the decision to oversee this myself, start to finish. I may not wield a hammer or put in the electrical wiring, but I’ll see to it that every detail is done right. So will the contractor I’ve been talking to. His reputation is sterling. He won’t mess this up.”

There was no mistaking the relief in Jack’s eyes. “How’d this get so twisted around?” he asked, then shook his head. “Never mind. Gossip usually spreads fastest when it’s negative.”

“Do you suppose you could help me get the truth out there?” she appealed. “There’s a council meeting coming up for the final approvals. I could use some backing. People may not remember me or trust me, but they know and respect you.”

He nodded. “I’ll do my best. You bring your plans by and show them to me. You do that and if everything looks like you’ve described it, I’ll be right there at that meeting to back you up.”

“That would mean a lot to me.”

“Just don’t make a liar out of me, you hear,” he said.

“Not a chance,” she promised. “I always keep my word.”

It had always been true, but being married to a minister had reinforced for her that honesty and integrity were traits never to be compromised. She certainly didn’t intend to start messing with them now. If she was going to stay in Seaview Key and make it home, she needed to start out on the right foot, not with lies and deceptions. And if an old-timer like Jack Ferguson put his faith in her, there was no way she’d let him down.

* * *

Seth caught up with Luke between patients, which wasn’t all that difficult to do. Seaview Key had a tiny, exceptionally healthy year-round population, which grew in winter with a lot of senior snowbirds. This time of year, though, there were mostly locals around and the occasional day-trippers from the mainland enjoying the shops and galleries that had sprung up in what had once been little more than a fishing village. Come January, according to Luke, that would all change and the town would be packed with strangers.

“Hannah’s grandmother told me you have a lead on a boat we might be able to outfit for emergency runs to the mainland,” Seth said, settling into a chair in Luke’s office and propping his feet up on one of the boxes of medical books that Luke had yet to unpack. For a man who practiced medicine with demanding precision, he didn’t seem to mind doing it amid chaos. That had served him well in Iraq.

Luke dug through the piles of paper on his desk, his expression triumphant when he finally found what he’d been looking for. He handed the fancy color flyer from a nearby seaside community to Seth.

He gave Seth a couple of minutes to look it over, then asked, “What do you think? I made a couple of calls. It’s got a few years on it, but the rescue squad chief says it runs well. He had a mechanic call me to confirm that. Best of all, it’s already outfitted for what we want.”

“If it’s so great, why are they getting rid of it?” Seth asked, glancing over the specifications, then whistling when he saw the asking price. “And why is it priced so high?”

“They’re selling it because a grateful patient is underwriting a new boat. They have another backup, newer than this one. And the price is that high because that’s what this sort of specially equipped boat can command. If we had to start from scratch to outfit a boat with all that emergency medical equipment at today’s prices, it would cost even more.”

“Can we afford it?” Seth asked doubtfully.

“The bigger question is can we afford not to buy it?” Luke responded. “We can’t keep relying on finding a volunteer to take our emergencies to the mainland. I’m equipped to handle a lot of minor things right here, but some people need to be in a major ICU and they need to get there in a hurry.”