First Time in Forever. Sarah Morgan

sailing enthusiasts. The ferry that connected the island to the mainland ran three times a day when weather permitted. John Harris, the harbormaster, had been in charge of the service for as long as anyone could remember, terrifying everyone with his white shock of hair and heavy eyebrows.

      From a distance, Emily recognized Dave Brown, who had been lobstering the waters around Puffin Island for three decades. She remembered standing with her friends, watching as he’d brought in the catch of the day, standing a safe distance from the deep waters of the harbor while Brittany and Kathleen had bought fish straight from the boat. They’d cooked it fresh and eaten it in the garden with butter dripping down chins and eager fingers.

      “Can I see the boats?” Curious, Lizzy wandered toward the edge of the harbor, and Emily grabbed her shoulder and hauled her back.

      Her heart was thudding and her palms were clammy. Why had she parked by the harbor? She should have found a side street and stayed as far from the water as possible.

      John Harris walked across to them, a frown turning his eyebrows into a single shaggy line. “Careful. The water is deep here.”

      While Emily waited for her heart to slow down, she kept a grip on Lizzy. Brittany had once confessed the harbormaster had terrified her as a child, and Emily and Skylar had laughed, both unable to imagine Brittany being terrified of anything.

      Lizzy didn’t seem to share that fear. She looked from him to the ferry that was just leaving the harbor. “Is that the same ferry we came on last night?”

      “It’s the same. The Captain Hook.”

      “Like in Peter Pan?”

      John Harris studied the child. “It’s named for Dan Hook who donated the money for a ferry service fifty years ago. Is this your first visit to Puffin Island?”

      “They’re Brittany’s friends.” The male voice came from behind her, and Emily turned to find Ryan standing there. He nodded to John. “Busy ferry this morning.”

      “Full load. We’re adding an extra crossing from next week as the summer season heats up.” The introduction seemed to soften John Harris’s mood a little because he nodded to Lizzy. “So, you’re staying in Castaway Cottage. Best view on the island. Be careful by the water.” He strode off, and Ryan shook his head.

      “Don’t let him scare you. A kid fell in once, and he’s been nervous ever since. Summer is a busy time for him. So, you found your way to the harbor and Main Street. This is the closest thing we have to civilization. Can I direct you anywhere?”

      He’d showered and changed since their encounter earlier that morning. He wore a pair of light-colored trousers and a dark blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. The addition of tailoring did nothing to disguise his powerful build.

      Skylar would have observed that he was well put together.

      Brittany would have described him as “smoking hot.”

      Emily found him unsettling. Not because he was so sure of himself—she was used to confident men, so that wasn’t the reason—and not even because of the unexpected scorch of sexual awareness, although that was new to her. No, what frightened her was that those dark eyes seemed to see right through the invisible aura Neil had claimed made her unapproachable.

      It suited her to be unapproachable. “I appreciate your concern, Mr. Cooper—”

      “Ryan.”

      “Ryan, but we’re fine.”

      “I didn’t know you had a daughter.”

      She didn’t correct him. “She’s very shy. We were just—”

      “I’m Lizzy.”

      Emily sighed. Right now shyness would have been preferable.

      She waited for Ryan to make polite noises and back away. She was sure a man like him lived an adult-only life, free from the responsibility of children. Surprising her, he dropped into a crouch. The movement molded the fabric of his trousers to his thighs and pulled his shirt tight over broad, muscular shoulders.

      “Hi, Lizzy. Nice bear.”

      Everything about him told her that he was a man’s man, a person who could have been dropped in the wilderness with nothing but a knife and survived. Nothing had prepared her for the ease with which he handled Lizzy.

      Watching him simply intensified her own feelings of inadequacy.

      He took the bear and made admiring noises, his hands gentle as he handled the damaged toy. “What’s his name?”

       Name?

      Not in a million years would she have thought to ask if the bear had a name, but apparently it did.

      “Andrew.” Lizzy’s reply was hesitant, but Ryan nodded, as if the name made perfect sense to him.

      “So, how are you and Andrew liking Puffin Island?”

      Emily was grateful that the bear couldn’t talk; otherwise he’d no doubt be reporting the fact that so far he’d been well and truly ignored.

      If there was a Stuffed Bear Protection League, she was about to be reported for neglect.

      She watched as Ryan handed the bear back carefully, envying the ease with which he talked to the child. He didn’t use baby talk, nor was he patronizing or condescending. He behaved as if Lizzy had something to say that he was interested in hearing. As if the answers she gave were important to him. Some of the tension in Lizzy’s shoulders melted away.

      “I like the boats.”

      Why did it have to be the boats that had caught her attention?

      Emily wondered what had possessed her to think coming to the island would be a good idea. She should have picked Wyoming or another state with no coastline.

      “I like boats, too.” Ryan rose to his feet. “What’s your favorite food?”

      This time Lizzy didn’t hesitate. “Waffles. And chocolate milk.”

      “That’s a lucky thing, because I happen to know somewhere that sells the best waffles you have ever tasted. And it has tables overlooking the sea so you can watch the boats at the same time. It will be my treat.”

      “Thank you, but we’re fine.” Emily found herself staring at him. He was at least a head taller than her. The casual attire did nothing to diminish the overwhelming sense of presence.

      “You don’t like waffles and chocolate milk?” There was humor in his eyes and something else. A sexy, lazy gleam that flustered her. He was the sort of man who made most women lose their heads and throw caution away with their underwear.

      Emily had never lost her head or her underwear. Relationships were something to be thought through, measured and calculated, like every other important decision in life. She’d never found that difficult. But nor had she ever met anyone who made her feel the way Ryan Cooper did.

      She’d spent three years with Neil and not once had he left her with this sense of breathless awareness. When he’d walked into a room, her heart rate hadn’t altered.

      “I appreciate the offer, but Lizzy and I have things we need to do before we have lunch.”

      Lizzy clutched the bear to her chest. “I’d like waffles.”

      To please her niece, she had to sit at a table with a man who made her feel as if she was naked?

      He smiled. “Seems to me that what you need to do most of all is relax. You look as if you’re about to explode.”

      “I’ve been driving for two days, and—”

      “So a cool drink on the deck is just what you need to help you unwind.”

      “I don’t need to unwind.”

      His gaze slid over her face. “There