Sweet Salt Air: A Novel
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On Quinnipeague, hearts open under the summer stars and secrets float in the Sweet Salt Air...
Charlotte and Nicole were once the best of friends, spending summers together in Nicole's coastal island house off of Maine. But many years, and many secrets, have kept the women apart. A successful travel writer, single Charlotte lives on the road, while Nicole, a food blogger, keeps house in Philadelphia with her surgeon-husband, Julian. When Nicole is commissioned to write a book about island food, she invites her old friend Charlotte back to Quinnipeague, for a final summer, to help. Outgoing and passionate, Charlotte has a gift for talking to people and making friends, and Nicole could use her expertise for interviews with locals. Missing a genuine connection, Charlotte agrees.
But what both women don't know is that they are each holding something back that may change their lives forever. For Nicole, what comes to light could destroy her marriage, but it could also save her husband. For Charlotte, the truth could cost her Nicole's friendship, but could also free her to love again. And her chance may lie with a reclusive local man, with a heart to soothe and troubles of his own.
Bestselling author and master storyteller Barbara Delinsky invites you come away to Quinnipeague…
nobody, Leo. Don’t you think he would be proud?’ He stared at her. ‘No. He would not be proud.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘Because he said I’d never make anything of my life if I stayed here, so he’d have to eat crow, and that’s not his favourite meal.’ Leo rarely spoke of his father. The fact that she rarely spoke of her parents was a thread they had shared. But his father was alive, and clearly a sore point. Speaking of him now brought the vulnerability to his stare that got to her every time. Parts of
hurried on, ‘given the circumstances, it isn’t really appropriate. I still regret what happened that night. I’ll always regret it.’ ‘I don’t,’ Nicole said, unable to hold anything against Charlotte just then. ‘He would have had MS with or without you. Same with this treatment. He was itching for it, and if it wasn’t these cells, he’d have used donor ones. These ones feel better to me. I just want it to work, Charlotte. I keep wondering what I’ll do if it ends badly. Julian has his heart set on a
emailed you.’ There was a pause, then a gasp. ‘Omigod. That email?’ She switched to speaker phone, apparently checking her inbox while she talked. ‘I didn’t open it, because I felt so guilty not being done.’ She gasped a second time. ‘A little girl. Five pounds, one ounce. Deadline extension until the end of September, when she’ll start working from home.’ She let out a long, soft, clearly relieved sigh. ‘Omigod. I don’t believe it. This is the best news!’ So, just like Charlotte when she’d
about as she walked back to Nicole’s. Leo had offered to drive her, but there was too much going on in her head. She needed exercise. She needed fresh air. She needed a buffer between his life and hers. It didn’t completely work. She got caught up remembering what he had said when she asked if she could tell Nicole about Salt. He had shrugged his consent. ‘You have something on her. She won’t tell.’ ‘Is that what it’s all about,’ Charlotte asked sadly. ‘Having something on someone?’ ‘It isn’t
Nicole held those petals to her nose. When the ferry finally appeared on the horizon, she felt a yearning. She needed her mother here – needed to talk about MS and babies and the future, all of which Julian had forbidden her to discuss. And yes, she needed to talk about Charlotte and Julian. Angie was the mother, and, right now, Nicole the child. But it wasn’t Angie who stepped off the ferry when it turned and backed up to the pier. It was her stepdaughter, Kaylin. Long dark hair caught up in a