“You carry cakes. And you’re a lady,” she observed.
“I’ve never carried a cake,” Isla remarked.
I smiled. “Remember when Dove told Nan she wasn’treally Nan?” They nodded. “We talked about how sometimes kids—and grown-ups—make up hurtful stories to amuse themselves or to gain attention or because they’re feeling badly about something and want to hurt others so they aren’t the only ones hurting.”
“That’s not niceat all,”Amelie huffed. “It’s just mean.”
“We would never do that,” Isla said matter-of-factly.
“I’m glad,” I replied. “Let’s find out what happens next.”
Within minutes, the girls were giggling along to poor Rilla’s cake-carrying plight, which resulted in its unfortunate end, and I reluctantly closed the book after just the one chapter. “It’s been a long day. Maybe tomorrow we can squeeze in two chapters,” I said. “We only have seven left.”
Zaki and I tucked the girls in and headed back downstairs and out to the front section of the wraparound porch. He lit the citronella and lemongrass-scented anti-mosquito tiki torches, and we cuddled up on the porch swing.
“It’s kind of like how I imagine Prince Edward Island to be,” I said. “Minus the red cliffs, of course, but stunning in its own way. I’m so glad we’re getting married here.” I tucked my head into the curve of his neck and closed my eyes, content and consumed with joy.
His voice rumbled against my head as he spoke. “Me too. Four nights from now, we’ll be husband and wife and staying in that lighthouse.”
I twisted my neck to kiss his chin. “Ninety-six hours.”
“Ninety-six times sixty…” He paused to work the math out in his head. “Five thousand, seven hundred, sixty minutes.”
“That’s all?” I teased.
“Well, if we sleep for eight hours each these next three nights, you can knock twenty-four off the ninety-six, which isonly seventy-two hours and … four thousand, three hundred, twenty minutes!”
“But who’s counting?” I asked.
“Me,” he admitted. “Still too long.” He lowered his lips to mine for a quick kiss and grinned.
“That’s all I get?” I pouted.
“Are you saying that kiss was unsatisfactory?”
I held in a laugh. “Incredibly disappointing.”
“I’ll have to remedy that.”
And he did.
Chapter Six
ZAKI
After dropping the girls off at camp on Thursday, Arwyn and I were just short of the main lodge when my phone rang. The Swan Lake tone signaled the call was from Viki, my ex-wife.
“You should take that,” Arwyn said. “I’ll meet you inside.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
Viki and I had a good relationship post-divorce, and she and Arwyn had gotten connected through video calls with the girls. When Viki’s schedule allowed, she joined us via video chat for the nightly bedtime readings.
“Hey, Zak. Just two quick things. I know you’re busy.”
“It’s fine. What’s up?” It was unusual for her to call; she almost always texted, so I knew this had to be important.
“Did you sign with Montreal yet?”
