LITMIR.BIZ

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doesn’t exempt her from the law.”

      “No, sir. She’s waiting in my office, sir.” The man inclined his head toward the door.

      Listening to an unjustified tirade hadn’t been part of Craig’s Friday afternoon agenda on this last day of March, but he’d expected some backlash once Nantucketers got wind of the beefed-up inspection program he’d implemented earlier in the week. And PR was part of the job in a command post—especially this one, as Admiral Paul Gleason had reminded him when he’d called to tell Craig his request for reassignment had been granted. This would be his first test, Craig supposed—smoothing ruffled feathers without backing down from his firm position on safety-regulation enforcement.

      “Send her in.”

      “Yes, sir.” His aide retreated as far as the door. “One word of warning, sir. She has red hair. And a temper to go with it.” Making no attempt to hide his grin, he closed the door behind him.

      At the petty officer’s parting remark, Craig took a moment to ready himself for the coming exchange. He’d dealt with plenty of distraught people during his career. Handling a small-time charter-fishing boat captain should be a piece of cake—red hair notwithstanding. He’d diffuse her anger by remaining calm, cool and sympathetic, he decided. And he’d do his best to keep the encounter as nonconfrontational and pleasant as possible.

      But thirty seconds later, when Katherine MacDonald stormed across his office to his desk, planted her hands on her hips and pinned him with a glare, his hopes of a cordial discussion disintegrated. For a woman so small—Craig estimated her height at no more than five foot three—she projected as intimidating a presence as any of the hard-as-nails instructors he’d encountered during his Coast Guard career.

      As he rose under the scrutiny of her turbulent, flashing green eyes, a memory of the worst squall he’d ever encountered suddenly flashed through his mind. It had happened back in his early days as a rescue swimmer, when he’d been stationed in Alaska. A small cargo vessel out of Kodiak had lost propulsion and drifted onto the rocks at Cape Trinity, forcing the three crewmen to ditch into the icy, churning sea. As Craig had waited, legs dangling over the edge of the Jayhawk, for the thumbs-up from the flight mechanic to drop into the roiling swells, he’d known the dicey, dangerous mission would be forever etched in his memory.

      For some disconcerting reason, he felt the same way about this encounter with Katherine MacDonald.

      Nevertheless, he did his best to summon up a smile, determined to try and salvage the situation. “Ms. MacDonald, won’t you have a seat?” He gestured to one of the chairs across from his desk.

      “I prefer to stand. This won’t take long.”

      Her curt reply, along with the bristling rage radiating across the expanse of desk between them, left him little maneuvering room. He’d planned to lead off with some small talk designed to soothe her ire, but it was obvious the woman across from him was in no mood for chitchat. Better to plunge in and get this over with.

      “I understand you have a concern about the safety citation that was issued this afternoon.” He kept his tone polite and conversational.

      The color rose on her cheeks, drawing his attention to the faint dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes. The wind and sun could have produced those creases, Craig knew, but the faint smudges of fatigue under the sweep of her lower lashes suggested that outdoor living might not be their only source.

      Yanking the crumpled citation out of the pocket of her slicker, she tossed it on his desk, a few tendrils of fiery hair escaping from the clip at her nape to quiver around her face. “This is ridiculous.”

      Despite his best effort to remain conciliatory, a note of defensiveness crept into Craig’s voice. “I don’t think so. Your flares are expired.”

      “They last longer than the expiration date. You know that as well as I do. And I was going to replace them before the season opened anyway.”

      “I’m sorry, Ms. MacDonald. But safety regulations are in place for a reason. And I don’t take them lightly.”

      “Neither do I.” Her color deepened as she glowered at him. “Look. You’re new here. Fresh out of Washington, from what I hear. This is real life, Lieutenant, where rules aren’t quite as cut and dried. I’ve spent most of my thirty-eight years on this island. A lot of it on the water. I’ve operated a charter fishing business for fourteen of those years. I don’t take chances with the sea, and I would never put anyone who steps onto my boat in danger.”

      She fisted her hands on her hips, her lips tightening. “Furthermore, I have never been cited for any safety violations, and the Lucy Sue has always had a VSC decal from the Coast Guard. I was only taking her for a quick run when that wet-behind-the-ears Coastie pulled alongside for a surprise inspection. And instead of listening to reason, he gave me that.” She jabbed a finger at the document on Craig’s desk. “He even inspected my life jackets. One by one! Under your orders, I presume.”

      A hot flush rose on Craig’s neck. He didn’t appreciate this woman’s belligerent attitude, nor her insulting tone. He didn’t deserve to be taken to task for doing his job. If previous station commanders had overlooked expired equipment, that was their problem.

      “I’m not sure why you’re so upset, Ms. MacDonald. All you have to do is buy a few new flares and the problem goes away. They’re not expensive.”

      “It’s not the cost. It’s the principle. And for your information, the problem doesn’t go away. A black mark like this on my record will hurt my business. Charter fishing is my livelihood, Lieutenant. This is a very competitive market, and potential customers do check safety ratings.” She put her fingertips on his desk and leaned forward, narrowing the gap between their faces to a mere fifteen inches, undaunted by his distinct height advantage as she tipped her chin up to lock gazes with him. “I want mine fixed.”

      Craig might not agree with her stance, but he had to admire her spunk. “What did you have in mind, Ms. MacDonald?”

      Her resolute expression hardened. “Here’s the deal. I’ll get the stupid flares sooner rather than later, even though we both know the ones I have are perfectly fine right now. But I want this citation—” she swatted at the crumpled sheet without breaking eye contact “—wiped off my record.”

      Expunging a legitimate safety citation wasn’t common protocol. And the challenge sparking in the charter captain’s green irises told Craig she knew that.

      His first inclination was to refuse her request. The rule book would back him up one hundred percent.

      But at close range, what he saw in her eyes made him hesitate. Determination, certainly, and strong will. Plus a good measure of anger and impatience. But it was the deep-seated worry and the echo of profound sadness in their depths that held him back. This was a woman who had endured more than her share of sorrow, who’d been knocked down, pushed to the limits and was fighting to hold on. To survive.

      A lot of people might not pick all that up, Craig supposed. Perhaps most people wouldn’t. But it was clear to him. Every bit of it. Because he knew how hard it was to forge ahead despite the harsh blows life dealt. He’d been there. Was still there.

      As the silence between them lengthened, a sudden flicker of uncertainty crept into Katherine MacDonald’s eyes. Then, abruptly, she backed off several feet. Thrusting her hands into the pockets of her slicker, she sent him a wary look.

      Interesting, Craig mused. This feisty woman didn’t mind in-your-face confrontations to protect her business. But let someone get too close on a personal level and her strategy was to beat a hasty retreat.

      Tipping up her chin, she made a valiant attempt to recapture her earlier bravado. But her challenge came off more distraught than defiant. “Well? Do we have a deal?”

      “Let me think about it.”

      She blinked. Sucked in a breath. Blew it out. “Okay. Your people know

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