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with his father on the boat for the summer. That was six years ago.
    “I know. But I’m still his mother. I should have realized something was wrong.”
    Emma shook her head. “Being a mother doesn’t make you omniscient. Besides, he’s going to get better. Didn’t the doctors say he’ll be fine?”
    “Eventually. But they also said he needs to stay in the hospital while the toxins drain from his body. He probably won’t be going back out on the water any time soon.”
    “Speaking of which, there’s a message on the machine for Dad. Some doctor guy waiting for him on the dock?”
    “Let me get Dad.”
    Emma heard shuffling and a subdued exchange between her parents before her father’s voice boomed over the phone. “Hey, Em. I tried to call that fellow and let him know things had changed, but the number I have for him goes straight to voice mail.”
    “He left a number on the machine. Do you want it?”
    “Sweetie, can you call him for me? I know you have your own job in the big city and all, but if you could help for a few days while we sort out this little thing with Sean…”
    Leave it to her father to refer to her brother’s near death as a “little thing.” Mr. Understatement. “No problem, Dad. I’ll let him know to make other arrangements. What else do you need?”
    By the time she hung up, Emma had long to-do lists from both parents. First priority was to contact the guy waiting on the docks to let him know her father wouldn’t be available for the rest of the week. Dad told her to recommend one of the other captains, a neighbor Emma had known for years. He was a good enough captain, when he was sober. He should be fine to take the guy out on a routine fishing trip, especially if it was during daylight hours. She dialed the number on the pad.
    “Hello?”
    She didn’t recognize the man’s voice at the other end of the line. “Umm, I’m trying to reach Doctor Anderson?”
    “This is his personal assistant. Can I help you?”
    Personal assistant? On a fishing vacation? How rich is this guy? She kicked into work gear, using the more formal tone she reserved for fundraising calls. “Captain Scott asked me to let you know he has a family emergency and won’t be available for the rest of this week. I can recommend another local captain in his place.”
    The guy on the other end of the line muttered a string of curses, not bothering to cover the receiver, before yelling for someone else. “Hey, Chase. That lazy ass captain’s not showing today either. Leaving us high and dry two days in a row.”
    The voice on the phone now sounded vaguely familiar and highly pissed off. “Dammit, Captain Scott, this is total and utter bullshit. Bull. Shit. Not only did you completely waste yesterday but I know the office paid in advance for this bloody expedition. I demand―”
    Emma interrupted the irate tirade, keeping her manner crisp and businesslike. “The captain had an emergency. Now, I can give you the name of a competent captain moored at MacMillan Wharf, or you can find one on your own. Rest assured, we will issue a full refund.”
    Her words met with silence. She could almost hear the guy’s anger dissolving into confusion and embarrassment. “Wait, who is this?”
    “This is Captain Scott’s office.”
    Another pause. “Where’s the captain?”
    “It’s really none of your business,” she told him. “He’s unavailable.”
    “You don’t understand. I’m not sure another boat will be able to fulfill my needs. Captain Scott has specific knowledge of—”
    “There are plenty of knowledgeable captains at the wharf. Would you like that recommendation or not?”
    She hung up several minutes later, having given a name and number to call, but without any further apologies. She read through the rest of her father’s checklist, her mind still on the doctor. He’d sounded so passionate, like getting out on the water was truly a matter of life and death. How could a stupid fishing trip