“I think I passed it on the way here.”
“He should be there for the next hour or so, but like I said, if you come back later, he’ll be here. Do you want me to leave a message for him?”
“No, that’s okay. It’s not that important.”
She spent the next three minutes pretending to look at different items on the racks, then walked out after waving good-bye to the young man.
But instead of going to her car, she headed in the direction of the marina.
* * *
When she reached the marina, she looked around, hoping to spot Happenstance . Because the vast majority of boats were white and Happenstance was natural wood, she found it easily and made her way to the appropriate ramp.
Although she felt nervous as she started down the ramp, the articles in the shop had given her a couple of ideas of what to talk about. Once she met him, she would simply explain that after reading the article about Happenstance, she wanted to see the boat up close. It would sound believable, and hopefully she could parlay that into a longer conversation. Then, of course, she’d have some idea of what he was like in person. And after that . . . well, then she’d see.
As she approached the boat, however, the first thing she noticed was that no one seemed to be around. There wasn’t anyone on board, there wasn’t anyone on the docks, and it appeared as if no one had been there all morning. the boat was locked down, the sail covered, and nothing seemed out of place. After looking around for any sign of him, she checked the name on the back of the boat. It was indeed Happenstance . She brushed aside some hair that had blown onto her face as she puzzled over it. Odd, she thought, the man at the store had said he was here.
Instead of returning to the shop right away, she took a moment to admire the boat. It was beautiful—rich and textured, unlike the boats that surrounded it. It had much more character than the other sailboats docked on either side of it, and she knew why the paper had done an article on it. In a way, it reminded her of a much smaller version of pirate ships she had seen in the movies. She paced back and forth for a few minutes, studying it from different angles, and wondered how run-down it had been prior to the restoration. Most of it looked new, though she assumed that they hadn’t replaced all the wood. They had probably sanded her down, and as she looked closer, she saw nicks in the hull, lending credence to her theory.
She finally decided to try Island Diving a little later. It was obvious the man at the store was mistaken. After one last glance at the boat, she turned to leave.
A man stood on the ramp a few feet from her, watching her carefully.
Garrett. . .
He was sweating in the morning heat, and his shirt was soaked through in a couple of places. The sleeves had been torn off, revealing tight muscles in his arms and forearms. His hands were black with what appeared to be grease, and the diver’s watch he had on his wrist looked scarred, as if he’d used it for years. He wore tan shorts and Top-Siders without socks and looked like someone who spent most, if not all, of his time near the ocean.
He watched her as she took an involuntary step backward.
“Can I help you with something?” he asked. He smiled but didn’t approach her, as if he were afraid she would feel trapped.
Which was exactly how she felt when their eyes met.
For a moment all she could do was stare at him. Despite the fact that she had seen a picture of him, he looked better than she expected, though she wasn’t sure why. He was tall and broad shouldered. Though not strikingly handsome, his face was tan and rugged, as if the sun and sea had taken their toll. His eyes weren’t nearly as hypnotic as David’s had been, but there was something compelling about him for sure. Something masculine in the way he stood before her.
Remembering her plan, she took a deep breath. She motioned toward Happenstance.
“I was just admiring your boat. It’s really beautiful.”
Rubbing his hands together to remove some of the excess grease, he said politely, “Thank you, that’s nice of you to say.”
His steady gaze seemed to expose the reality of the situation, and suddenly everything came to her at once—finding the bottle, her growing curiosity, the research she had done, her trip to Wilmington, and finally this meeting, face-to-face. Overwhelmed, she closed her eyes and caught herself fighting for control. Somehow she hadn’t expected this to happen so quickly. She suddenly felt a moment of pure terror.
He took a small step forward. “Are you okay?” he asked in a concerned voice.
Taking another deep breath and willing herself to relax, she said, “yeah, i think so. I just got a little dizzy there for a second.”
“You sure?”
She ran her hand through her hair, embarrassed. “Yeah. I’m fine now. Really.”
“Good,” he said as if waiting to see whether she was telling the truth. Then, after he was sure she was, he asked curiously: “Have we met before?”
Theresa shook her head slowly. “I don’t think so.”
“Then how did you know the boat was mine?”
Relieved, she answered, “Oh . . . I saw your picture down at the shop in the articles on the wall, along with the pictures of the boat. The young man in your shop said you would be here, and I thought that as long as you were, I’d come down to see for myself.”
“He said I was here?”
She was silent as she remembered the exact words. “Actually, he told me you were at the docks. I just assumed that meant you were here.”
He nodded. “I was at the other boat—the one we use for diving.”
A small fishing boat blared its horn, and Garrett turned and waved to the man standing on the deck. After it had gone by, he faced her again and was struck by how pretty she was. She looked even better up close than she had when he’d seen her from across the marina. On impulse, he lowered his eyes and reached for the red bandanna he had in his back pocket. He wiped the sweat from his forehead.
“You did a wonderful job restoring it,” Theresa said.
he smiled faintly as he put the bandanna away. “Thanks, that’s kind of you to say.”
Theresa glanced toward Happenstance as he spoke, then back to him. “I know it’s not any of my business,” she said casually, “but since you’re here, would you mind if I asked you a little bit about it?”
She could tell by his expression that it wasn’t the first time he’d been asked to talk about the boat.
“What would you like to know?”
She did her best to sound conversational. “Well, was it in as bad a condition when you first got it as the article implied?”
“Actually, it was in worse condition.” He stepped forward and pointed to the various spots on the boat as he mentioned them. “A lot of the wood had rotted near the bow, there were a series of leaks along the side—it was a wonder she was still afloat at all. We ended up replacing a good portion of the hull and the deck, and what was left of her had to be sanded completely and then sealed and varnished again. And that was just the outside. We had to do the inside, too, and that took a great deal longer.”
Though she noticed the word “we” in his answer, she decided not to comment on it.
“It must have been a lot of work.”
She smiled as she said it, and Garrett felt something tighten inside. Damn, she’s pretty.
“It was, but it was worth it. She’s more fun to sail than other boats.”
“Why?”
“Because she was built by people who used her to make their living. They put a lot of care into designing her, and that makes sailing a lot easier.”
“i take it you’ve been sailing a long time.”
“Ever since I was a kid.”
She nodded. After a short pause, she took a small step toward the boat. “Do you mind?”
He shook his head. “No, go ahead.”
Theresa stepped toward it and ran her hands along the side of the hull. Garrett noticed that she wasn’t wearing a ring, though it shouldn’t matter one way or the other. Without turning, Theresa asked: “What kind of wood is this?”
“Mahogany.”
“The whole boat?”
“Most of it. Except for the masts and some of the interior.”
She nodded again, and Garrett watched as she walked alongside Happenstance . As she stepped farther away, he couldn’t help but notice her figure and how her straight, dark hair grazed her shoulders. But it wasn’t only the way she looked that caught his eye—there was a confidence in the way she moved. It was as if she knew exactly what men were thinking as she stood near them, he realized suddenly. He shook his head.
“Did they really use this boat to spy on the Germans in World War Two?” she asked, turning to face him.
He laughed under his breath, doing his best to clear his mind. “That’s what the previous owner told me, though I don’t know if it was true or if he said it to get a higher price.”
“Well, even if it wasn’t, it’s still a beautiful boat. How long did it take you to restore it?”
“Almost a year.”
She peeked in one of the round windows, but it was too dark to make out much of the interior. “What did you sail on while you were fixing Happenstance?”
“we didn’t. There wasn’t enough time, not with working in the shop, teaching classes, and trying to get this one ready.”
“Did you go through sailing withdrawals?” she asked with a smile, and for the first time, Garrett realized he was enjoying the conversation.
“Absolutely. But they all went away just as soon as we finished and got her out on the water.”
Again, she heard the word “we.”
“I’m sure they did.”
After admiring the boat for another few seconds, she returned to his side. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Garrett wondered if she knew he was watching her from the corners of his eyes.
“Well,” she finally said as she crossed her arms, “I’ve probably taken enough of your time.”
“It’s okay,” he said, and again he felt the sweat on his forehead. “I love to talk about sailing.”
“I would, too. It always looked like fun to me.”
“You sound like you’ve never gone sailing before.”
She shrugged. “I haven’t. I’ve always wanted to go, but I’ve never actually had the chance.”
She looked at him when she spoke, and when their eyes met, Garrett found himself reaching for the bandanna for the second time in a few minutes.Damn, it’s hot out here. He wiped his forehead and heard the words coming out of his mouth before he could stop them.
“Well, if you’d like to go, I usually take her out after work. You’re welcome to come along this evening.”
Why he’d said that, he wasn’t exactly sure. Maybe, he thought, it was a desire for female companionship after all these years, if only for a short time. Or maybe it had something to do with the way her eyes lit up whenever she talked. But no matter what the reason, he had just asked her to come with him, and there was nothing he could do to change it.
Theresa, too, was a little surprised, but she quickly decided to accept. It was, after all, the reason she’d come to Wilmington.
“I’d love to,” she said. “What time?”
He put the bandanna away, feeling a little unsettled about what he’d just done. “How about seven o’clock? The sun begins to drop then, and it’s the ideal time to go out.”
“Seven o’clock is great for me. I’ll bring along something to eat.” To Garrett’s surprise, she looked both pleased and excited about going.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I know, but it’s the least I can do. After all, you didn’t have to offer to bring me along. Are sandwiches okay?”
Garrett took a small step backward, suddenly needing a little breathing space. “Yeah, that’s fine. I’m not that picky.”
“Okay,” she said, then paused for a moment. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, waiting to see if he’d say anything else. When he didn’t, she absently adjusted the purse on her shoulder. “I guess I’ll see you tonight. Here at the boat, right?”
“Right here,” he said, and realized how tense he sounded. He cleared his throat and smiled a little. “It will be fun. You’ll enjoy it.”
“I’m sure I will. See you later.”
She turned and started down the docks, her hair blowing in the breeze. As she was walking away, Garrett realized what he’d forgotten.
“hey!” he shouted.
She stopped and turned to face him, using her hand to shield her eyes from the sun. “Yes?”
Even at a distance she was pretty.
He took a couple of steps in her direction. “I forgot to ask. What’s your name?”
“I’m Theresa. Theresa Osborne.”
“My name’s Garrett Blake.”
“Okay, Garrett, I’ll see you at seven.”
With that, she turned and walked briskly away. Garrett watched her retreating figure, trying to make sense of his conflicting emotions. Though part of him was excited about what had just happened, another part of him felt that there was something wrong with the whole thing. He knew there wasn’t any reason to feel guilty, but the feeling was definitely there, and he wished there was something he could do about it.
But there wasn’t, of course. There never was.
Chapter 6
The clock rolled past the dinner hour and onward toward seven, but for Garrett Blake, time had stopped three years ago when Catherine had stepped off the curb and was killed by an elderly man who lost control of his car and changed the lives of two separate families forever. In the ensuing weeks, his anger at the driver eventually gave way to plans of revenge that went unfulfilled, simply because his sorrow rendered him incapable of any action whatsoever. He couldn’t sleep more than three hours a night, cried whenever he saw her clothes in the closet, and lost almost twenty pounds on a diet that consisted of coffee and Ritz crackers. The following month, he started smoking for the first time in his life and turned to alcohol on nights when the pain was too unbearable for him to face sober. His father temporarily took over the business while Garrett sat in silence on the back porch of his home, trying to imagine a world without her. He had neither the will nor the desire to exist anymore, and sometimes as he sat there, he hoped that the salty, humid air would swallow him up completely so he wouldn’t have to face the future alone.