Water Lily in July
Kaylie Wells loves her job as a lighthouse keeper—the job she took after her husband died. As her heart heals, she works on a lily pond, nurturing the plants to bloom once again. The high point of her day is the cheeky fisherman who radios in for weather reports.
Rob Peacock is married to the sea, but dreams of the lady in the lighthouse to whom he speaks daily. When they finally meet, Kaylie is everything Rob longs for in a woman. But with his need to follow the fish, and her need for the solitude of the lighthouse, how will they forge a relationship?
When a massive weather system comes in that threatens to inundate the entire town and possibly wash away the lighthouse, Kaylie tries to warn Rob of the ensuing disaster. Out of radio range and on the leading edge of the weather front, Rob doesn’t acknowledge Kaylie’s call. As the storm sweeps in, bringing with it all the terror of a tsunami, Kaylie recognizes how much she cares for Rob. She refuses to lose another man she loves, so she hangs on at the lighthouse, keeping watch for his boat.
Will Rob make it to safety? Or will the raging sea steal Kaylie’s second chance at love?
White surf pounded against the jagged rocks surrounding the red-and-white striped Wolf Point Lighthouse, sending spray several feet into the air. One hundred and fifteen feet above the rocks, sunlight shone on the paneled glass as Kaylie Wells cleaned.
What was it her mother always said? Never clean the windows when the sun shines full on them. Kaylie had to admit that, once again, her mother was right.
The problem was the lantern room was 360 degrees wall-to-ceiling glass on two levels which needed cleaning daily. No matter what the weather was like.
She was five weeks into a six-week shift as lighthouse keeper and loved every minute of it. The ocean surrounding her was vast, unchanging, awesome and powerful.
Just like her God.
From the top of Wolf Point Lighthouse she could see for miles on a good day. Even during the height of summer the weather could change instantly bringing rain, wind, and even fog rolling in off the sea onto the town, necessitating the light by day as well as by night.
She looked over the view loving the fact she could see for miles in each direction. Behind her, twelve miles to the west, lay the small coastal town of Wolf Point, from which the tall red-and-white striped lighthouse, bay, and vicious rocks took their names. The English coastline extended on either side of the town, stretching into the distance. The remaining three sides were the Atlantic Ocean.
Heavy footsteps clomped up the steps behind her. “We dinna pay ye to look oot the windows an’ admire the view, lassie.”
“You don’t pay me at all, Angus.” Kaylie turned to grin at one of the other two keepers currently on duty with her.
Angus McTavish’s grizzled red face was framed by grey curly hair and an unkempt beard. His blue eyes twinkled as he fisted the blue cap that matched his navy sweater and tilted his head. “Aye. An’ iffin I did…”
She chuckled. “I know. I’d pay ye tae work, no to slacken off. Now git.” She mimicked his Scottish accent perfectly and was rewarded with a grin.
“Exactly.” He cast his gaze seaward. “I shall miss the view.”
Kaylie carried on polishing the last glass panel. “How are you spending your retirement?”
“I’m moving back tae Perth. My sister and her family live oop there.”
“Aye. She and Hamish have been married forty year now and the wee bairns are all grown up.”
“Kids have a tendency to do that.”
“Aye, they do. Craig made DCI this past year an’ I remember when he were just a wee bairn kickin’ a ball aboot the glen. Anyhoo, as that’s the only family I have, that’s where I’ll go.”
“So long as you come and say goodbye before you leave.”
His final tour would end during her downtime, and he’d already cleared out his room in the keepers’ cottage to make way for his replacement.
“I would nae dream of doing anything other, lassie. Now clean.”
Kaylie fired off a mock salute. “Aye, aye, cap’n.”
Angus tugged his hat on, nodded, and headed outside onto the lantern gallery.
Kaylie made her final swipes of the panel. The sooner she finished here, the sooner she could get down to the radio room. It was almost time for him to call. Her fisherman, as the rest of the team called him. He’d first radioed for a weather update five weeks ago when her duty shift began. And he’d called every day since, sometimes more than once. Always asking for the weather, but gradually just wanting a chat after. Some days a conversation was all he wanted.
His name was Rob, and he was a fisherman who spent days at a time out at sea. But his voice was—she studied her distorted reflection in the glass—intoxicating was the best word to describe his voice. Smooth, deep, something secret and hidden. If she had to guess what an angel sounded like, she’d guess it’d sound like Rob.
She finished the panel and put the cleaning equipment back in the cupboard, and then she trotted down a level to the library and radio room. The smell of beef and onions wafted up the stairs from two flights below. Crispin was on cooking duty this week and was so good at it Kaylie often teased him about being in the wrong profession.
Kaylie checked her watch. It was almost time for him to call. She sat at the radio desk ignoring the kaleidoscope of butterflies that fluttered through her. She flipped on the CD of hymns. As it filled the air she pulled over the log and wrote up the latest entry. Then she turned to the radar and weather reports.
Nothing happening out of the ordinary for this time of year.
Which was exactly the way she liked it.