Coast Guard Courtship

Shouting, Max made a futile grab as the wind snatched Braeden’s cap off his head. The cap sailed into the air before plummeting into the choppy waters of the harbor.

Her stomach knotted. “Max, not so close to the edge.”

“I’m not a baby, Mimi.” He scowled as the cap drifted farther out of reach. “I promised Braeden.”

His brows drawn together, Braeden took a step, hand outstretched. “It’s okay, champ. No worries. I can get another—”

Dodging his hand, Max took a running leap. “It’s not too cold. I’ll show you.”

She and Braeden realized his intent a second too late.

Fear stabbed her heart. “Max, don’t.”

Drawing up his knees in midair, Max landed like a cannonball in the blue-green waters. The top of his copper-colored hair disappeared beneath the waves.

She screamed. Heads jerked in her direction. Chief Thomas and the reverend came at a run.

Coughing, Max surged to the surface. His hands beat the water. His fingers strained for the cap. “Mimi!”

Sputtering on seawater, he disappeared from sight.

Without hesitation, Braeden dived into the water. With long, broad strokes, his arms ate up the distance separating him from Max. Kole tossed a life preserver off the side of the response boat.

Unable to stand by and do nothing, Amelia vaulted in to assist. As she sank, the shock of the freezing-cold water sucked the breath from her lungs. Her father cried out her name.

Oh, God, don’t let my father try to save me.

In his weakened condition, they’d both drown.

Weighted by her Wellingtons, she struggled to maintain buoyancy. She reached for the life ring, but the boots acted as an anchor and pulled her downward. Fighting a riptide, she flailed at the water. The light receded, sounds muffled and the darkness deepened.

A body splashed, hurtling downward, on her left. Foaming bubbles obscured her view, but strong arms encircled her and yanked her sunward. Rotating her on her back, someone hauled her toward the pier. Treading water, her rescuer placed her hands on the rungs of the dock ladder.

“M-max...” Her teeth chattered.

“XPO’s got him.” In jumping off the CG patrol boat, Sawyer Kole had lost his own cap. “Can you climb the ladder?”

His ash-blond hair lay flattened and slick against his skull. “We need to get out of the way.” Kole hoisted her leg into position on the rung.

Amelia swayed.

Hands reached from above. She gripped the rung above her head, gasping to regain her breath and replenish her spent store of strength. Between Kole, Thomas and her father, they managed to raise her dockside. Her knees buckled. She collapsed.

Amelia rolled onto her side. “Where’s Max?”

On his knees, Seth cushioned her in his arms. “Amelia, are you all right?” His face contorted at the effort to hold his raw emotions in check.

She pushed onto her elbows as Braeden’s head topped the ladder with Max clutched in a one-armed grip against his chest. Kole gathered Max as Braeden ascended the remaining rungs.

Kole deposited Max onto the warped dock boards.

Water streaming off his uniform, Braeden shouldered Kole aside to kneel beside Max. He immediately began a series of chest compressions alternating with puffs of breath.

Amelia scooted closer. Sharp splinters of wood pierced her jeans. “Max...” She stroked his lifeless cheek.

Honey rushed out of the diner. Seth hooked Honey around the waist. “Wake up, Max,” Honey pleaded.

A sob caught in Amelia’s throat. “Don’t leave me, Max.”

Please, God, no. Not him, too.

A gurgle.

Max’s body spasmed. Braeden propped his head sideways as a fountain of water issued from Max’s mouth.

She reached for him. “Max!”

The little boy’s body convulsed as he gagged, hacking seawater.

“Mimi...” he whimpered, stretching out his hand.

Relief washed over her. Thank You, God. Thank You. Silent tears cascaded down her cheeks.

Amelia’s arms itched to hold him closer, but unable to do more, she twined her fingers into his. Braeden elevated Max to a sitting position. Inching nearer, Max strained toward her.

“Don’t cry, Mimi. Don’t cry. I’m sorry. I won’t ever do that again.” Max cradled her face in his small, cold hands.

Amelia blanketed her arms around his shivering frame. “What would I have done if I’d lost you, Max?” she whispered into his hair.

“You won’t ever get shed of me, Mimi. I promise.” Max nestled into her warmth. “I’m as pesky as a sandbur and as hard to shake.”

Choking on a laugh, she raised her eyes to Braeden. “God brought you here today. Thank you, Mr. Scott.” Her jaw clenched. “Maybe your boat’s name is right. We do seem to be causing you a lot of trouble.”

An interesting look flashed across Braeden’s face. “No trouble.”

His eyes slid away and he dashed beads of water off his hair. He curled his fingers into a fist against his muscled thigh.

Seth extended his hand toward the dripping Sawyer Kole, still poised beside the ladder. “We owe you a debt of gratitude as well, young man.”

The twentysomething Coastie contemplated Seth for a second, as if unsure of his sincerity. Blinking, he shook Seth’s hand. “No problem. Always rea—” He cut his eyes over to Honey.

Amelia didn’t miss the look they exchanged.

Honey’s smile could’ve melted glacial ice caps.

And something went through Amelia. A sudden longing for something she’d not perceived lacking in her life before.

Thomas motioned toward the arriving EMTs. “We need to get him checked out at Riverside, Miss Duer.”