“If the ocean dives go well, you both will.”
“Awesome.”
“What’s up for the rest of the day?” Theresa asked.
Garrett started loading the tanks in the back of the truck. “I thought we’d go sailing. It looks like it’s going to be great weather.”
“Can I learn how to do that, too?” Kevin asked eagerly.
“Sure. I’ll make you my first mate.”
“Do I need to be certified for that, too?”
“No—that’s up to the captain, and since I’m the captain, I can do it right now.”
“just like that?”
“Just like that.”
Kevin looked at Theresa with wide eyes, and she could almost read his thoughts. First I learn how to dive, then I become a first mate. Wait until I tell my friends .
* * *
Garrett was accurate in predicting ideal weather, and the three of them had a wonderful time on the water. Garrett taught Kevin the basics of sailing—from how and when to tack to anticipating the direction of the wind based on the clouds. As on their first date together, they had sandwiches and salads, but this time they were treated to a family of porpoises that frolicked around the boat as they ate.
It was late by the time they made it back to the docks, and after Garrett showed Kevin how to close up the boat to protect it from unexpected storms, Garrett brought them back to their motel. Since all three of them were exhausted, Theresa and Garrett said good-bye quickly, and both Theresa and Kevin were in bed by the time Garrett arrived back at his house.
The following day, Garrett took them out for their first ocean dive. After the initial nervousness wore off, they began to enjoy themselves and ended up going through two tanks each over the course of the afternoon. Thanks to the calm, coastal weather, the water was clear, with excellent visibility. Garrett took a few photos of them as they explored one of the shallow-water wrecks off the North Carolina coast. He promised to have them developed that week and to send them up as soon as he could.
They spent the evening at Garrett’s house again. After Kevin fell asleep, garrett and Theresa sat close to each other on the deck, caressed by the warm, humid air.
After talking about their earlier dive, Theresa was quiet for a little while. “I can’t believe we’ll be leaving tomorrow night,” she said finally, a trace of sadness in her voice. “These last couple of days have flown by.”
“That’s because we’ve been so busy.”
She smiled. “Now you have a sense of what my life is like in Boston.”
“Always racing around?”
She nodded. “Exactly. Kevin is the best thing that ever happened to me, but he sometimes wears me out. He always has to be doing something.”
“You wouldn’t change it, though, would you? I mean, you don’t want to raise a TV junkie or a kid who sits in his room listening to music all day, do you?”
“No.”
“Then count your blessings. He’s a great kid—I’ve really enjoyed spending time with him.”
“I’m so glad. I know he feels the same way.” She paused. “You know, even though we haven’t spent much time alone on this trip, it seems like I know you a lot better now than when I first came down here by myself.”
“What do you mean? I’m still the same guy I was before.”
She smiled. “You are and you aren’t. The last time I was here, you had me all to yourself, and we both know it’s easier to get involved with someone when you can spend a lot of exclusive time together. This time, you saw what it would really be like with Kevin around . . . and yet you handled the whole thing better than I could have imagined.”
“well, thanks, but it wasn’t that hard. As long as you’re around, it doesn’t matter what we do. I just like spending time with you.”
He put his arm around her, pulling her close. She rested her head on his shoulder. In the silence, they listened as the waves rolled up along the beach.
“Are you going to stay over again tonight?” he asked.
“I was giving it some serious consideration.”
“Would you want me to be a perfect gentleman again?”
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Are you flirting with me?”
“I’m trying,” she confessed, and he laughed. “You know, Garrett, I really feel comfortable around you.”
“Comfortable? You make it sound like I’m a couch.”
“I don’t mean it like that. I mean I just feel good about myself when we’re together.”
“You should. I feel pretty good about you.”
“Pretty good? That’s it?”
He shook his head. “No, that’s not all.” He looked almost bashful for a second. “After you left the last time, my dad came in and lectured me.”
“What did he say?”
“He said that if you made me happy, that I shouldn’t let you go.”
“And how do you intend to do that?”
“I guess I’ll have to bowl you over with my charisma.”
“You’ve already done that.”
He glanced at her, then looked out over the water. After a moment he spoke quietly. “Then I guess I’ll have to tell you that I love you.”
I love you .
Overhead, the stars were out in full, twinkling in the darkened sky. Distant clouds rode the horizon, reflecting the light of a crescent moon. Theresa listened as the words rolled through her head again.
I love you .
No ambivalence this time, no doubt about what he’d said.
“Do you really?” she whispered finally.
“Yes,” he said, turning to face her, “I do.”When he answered, she saw something in his eyes she hadn’t seen before.
“Oh Garrett . . . ,” she began uncertainly, before Garrett interrupted her with a shake of his head.
“Theresa, I don’t expect you to feel the same way. I just wanted you to know how I feel.” He thought for a moment and found himself remembering the dream he’d had. “Over the last two weeks, a lot of things have happened. . . .” He paused.
She started to say something, but Garrett shook his head. It took a moment for him to continue.
“And I’m not sure I understand everything, but I do know how I feel about you.”
His finger gently moved across her cheek and lips. “I love you, Theresa.”
“I love you, too,” she said softly, trying out the words and hoping they were true.
They held each other for a long time afterward, then went inside and made love, whispering to each other until the early morning hours. But this time, after Theresa went to the bedroom, Garrett slept soundly while Theresa stayed awake, thinking about the miracle that had brought them together.
* * *
the next day passed wonderfully. Whenever they had a chance, Garrett and Theresa held hands, stealing a few furtive kisses when Kevin wasn’t looking.
They spent their day practicing as they had before, and once they had finished their final diving lesson, Garrett gave them their temporary certificates right on the boat. “You can dive whenever and wherever you want now,” he said to Kevin, who handled the certificate almost as if it were gold. “Just send this form in and you’ll have your PADI certificate in a couple of weeks. But remember—it’s never safe to dive alone. Always go with someone else.”
Since it was their last day in Wilmington, Theresa checked them out of the motel, and the three of them went to Garrett’s house. Kevin wanted to spend their last few hours on the beach, and Theresa and Garrett sat with him near the water’s edge. For a while Garrett and Kevin played Frisbee, and realizing it was getting late in the afternoon, Theresa went inside and found something to eat.
They had a quick dinner on the back deck—hot dogs on the grill—before Garrett drove them to the airport. After Theresa and Kevin had safely boarded, Garrett stayed a few minutes, watching until the plane finally began to back out of the gate. When it drew out of sight, he walked back to the truck and returned home, already watching the clock to see how long it would be until he could call her that evening.
In their seats, Theresa and Kevin thumbed through magazines. Halfway through the first leg of their trip home, Kevin suddenly turned to her and asked:
“Mom, do you like Garrett?”
“Yes, I do. But more important, do you like him?”
“i think he’s cool. For a grownup, I mean.”
Theresa smiled. “You two seemed to have hit it off. Are you glad we came?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I’m glad.” He paused, fidgeting with the magazine. “Mom, can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“Are you gonna marry Garrett?”
“I don’t know. Why?”
“Do you want to?”
It took her a few moments to answer. “I’m not sure. I do know that I don’t want to marry him right now. We’re still getting to know each other.”
“But you might want to marry him in the future?”
“Maybe.”
Kevin looked relieved. “I’m glad. You seemed like you were really happy when you were with him.”
“Could you tell?”
“Mom, I’m twelve. I know more than you think.”
She reached over and touched his hand. “Well, what would you have said if I’d told you I did want to marry him now?”
He was quiet for a moment. “I guess I’d wonder where we were gonna live.”
For the life of her, Theresa couldn’t think of a good response. Where indeed?
Chapter 11
Four days after Theresa left Wilmington, Garrett had another dream, only this time it was about Catherine. In the dream they were in a grassy field bordered by a cliff overlooking the ocean. They were walking together, holding hands and talking, when Garrett said something that made her laugh. All at once she broke away from him. Looking over her shoulder and laughing, she called for Garrett to chase her. He did, laughing as well, feeling much as he had the day they were married.
Watching her run, he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was. Her flowing hair reflected the light of the high yellow sun, her legs were lean and moving rhythmically, effortlessly. Her smile, despite the fact she was running, looked easy and relaxed, as if she were standing still.
“chase me, Garrett. Can you catch me?” she called.
The sound of laughter after she said it floated in the air around him, sounding musical.
He was slowly gaining on her when he noticed that she was heading toward the cliff. In her excitement and joy, she didn’t seem to realize where she was going.
But that’s ridiculous , he thought. She has to know .
Garrett called for her to stop, but instead she began to run faster.
She was approaching the edge of the cliff.
With a feeling of certain dread, he saw that he was still too far behind her to catch her.
He ran as fast as he could, screaming for her to turn around. She didn’t appear to hear him. He felt the adrenaline rush through his body, fed by a paralyzing fear. “Stop, Catherine!” he shouted, his lungs exhausted. “The cliff—you’re not watching where you’re going!” The more he shouted, the softer his voice became, until it turned into a whisper.
Catherine kept on running, unaware. The cliff was only a few feet away.
He was closing ground.
But he was still too far behind.
“Stop!” he screamed again, though this time he knew she couldn’t hear it. His voice had diminished to nothing. The panic he felt then was greater than anything he’d ever known. With everything he had, he willed his legs to move faster, but they began to tire, turning heavier with every step he took.
I’m not going to make it , he thought, panicking.
Then, just as suddenly as she had broken away, she stopped. Turning to face him, she seemed oblivious of any danger.
she stood only inches from the edge.
“Don’t move,” he shouted, but again it came out in a whisper. He stopped a few feet from her and held out his hand, breathing heavily.
“Come toward me,” he pleaded. “You’re right on the edge.”
She smiled and glanced behind her. Noticing how close she was to falling, she turned toward him.
“Did you think you were going to lose me?”
“Yes,” he said quietly, “and I promise not to ever let it happen again.”
* * *
Garrett woke and sat up in bed, staying awake for several hours afterward. When he finally fell back to sleep, it was fitful at best, and it was almost ten o’clock the next morning before he was able to get up. Still exhausted and feeling depressed, he found it impossible to think about anything but the dream. Not knowing what to do, he called his father, who met him for breakfast in their usual place.
“I don’t know why I feel this way,” he told his father after a few minutes of small talk. “I just don’t understand it.”
His father didn’t answer. Instead he watched his son over his coffee cup, remaining silent as his son went on.
“It’s not like she did anything to upset me,” he continued. “We just spent a long weekend together, and I really care for her. I met her son, too, and he’s great. It’s just that . . . I don’t know I don’t know if I’m going to be able to keep this up.”
Garrett paused. The only sound came from the tables around them.
“Keep what up?” Jeb Blake finally asked.
garrett stirred his coffee absently. “I don’t know whether I can see her again.”
His father cocked an eyebrow but didn’t reply. Garrett went on.
“Maybe it’s just not meant to be. I mean, she doesn’t even live here. She’s a thousand miles away, she’s got her own life, she’s got her own interests. And here I am, living down here and leading an entirely separate life. Maybe she’d do better with someone else, someone she could see on a regular basis.”