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“They thought it would be more fun that way. Those two can’t stand to be away from each other for long.”

“I can see that. Okay, I’ll call you.”

“I’m going to hold you to it.”

“All right.” I got out of the car to head to the door.

Gavin followed, stopping with me on the front step. “Take care of yourself.”

“I will. Thanks for dinner.”

He smiled. “Anytime.”

I went inside, locking the door behind me before going right up to my room. Gavin’s headlights reflected off the windows as he pulled out.

I changed into pajamas before stretching out on my bed, pulling a dog eared paperback from the shelf. I started to read
A River Runs Through It
for the umpteenth time, reveling in the comfort of a well-worn book. I’m not sure exactly what made me love that book so much. It was sad—but also so real.

My cell rang. It was Ben, and I let it go to voice mail. Part of me, or really most of me, craved his presence, but I needed to stay away. I waited until my phone beeped, announcing the voicemail before dialing in to hear it.

“Hey, it’s me. I was wondering what you were up to tonight. I came by earlier, but you were out I guess. Feel free to come over or just give me a call. Okay, bye.”

Great, Ben had stopped by to see me. I decided to just text him back; there would be too much temptation if I heard his voice. I told him I was exhausted and going to bed. Thirty seconds later, my phone rang again and I just bit the bullet and picked up.

“Hello.”

“Hey. If you’re going to bed, can I come join you?”

“I mean really going to bed. I haven’t exactly had much sleep lately.” Of course, even if I hadn’t been spending time with him, I wouldn’t have slept much.

“All right. If you’re sure.” He didn’t bother to hide his disappointment.

“I’m sure.”

“Okay, so I guess I’ll see you Saturday morning then, for that photo shoot.”

“Oh yeah, great! Did you double check with your dad?”

“Yes. He had no problem with it, but my mom gave one condition.” It sounded like he was smiling.

“What condition?”

“You have to come over to their house for dinner Saturday night.”

“Seriously?”

“Completely. I think she’s disappointed you haven’t come by to see her yet.”

“Oh.” I honestly didn’t think she’d want to see me. She’d come over herself when I broke up with Ben to ask me to reconsider and give him another chance. Seeing Mr. Mathews was one thing, seeing his wife was another.

“Maybe we’ll find another place to do the pictures.”

Ben snorted. “Molly! You can’t be that scared of Mom. You two always got along, and she loves you. You know that.”

“She might have loved me before, but not anymore.”

“Kind of how you thought I hated you, right?”

“Well… I just—” I started to explain.

“I’ll see you Saturday. That is, unless you want to see me before then.”

“I’ll see you Saturday.”

“Wrong answer; you’re supposed to say you can’t wait that long.”

I laughed. “Goodnight, Ben.” Part of me had been tempted to tell Ben about my dinner with Gavin, but I didn’t want to stir up trouble if I didn’t have to.

“Goodnight.”

Chapter Eleven

Saturday morning started out hazy, but I was confident the sun would break through in time for the pictures. I headed down to the marina around nine, a good half-hour before I needed to be there. I decided to walk, carrying only my camera bag and a bottle of water, shoving my wallet, cell phone, and keys in my back pocket. Even with the early hour, it was hot, and my light blue jean skirt with the intentional rip felt sticky against my legs by the time I arrived. Ben was already there, chatting with his dad. I prepared myself for potential awkwardness.

“Hi, Ben, Mr. Mathews.”

“Hey.” Ben hopped down off the boat to greet me. “Still wearing your usual wardrobe, I see.”

“Just realizing that?”

“Well, the first few times could have just been flukes.”

“Very likely.” I smiled. “So you think the sun is going to cooperate today?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Well, I guess we have some time before Kelly and Tom get here.”

“A little bit. Why don’t you get yourself set up?”

Mr. Mathews greeted me with a grin as I boarded the boat. Ben looked so much like his father that it was sometimes eerie when I saw him, like I was taking a peek into Ben’s future or something. In the darkness the other night, I hadn’t really looked at it, but the Mathews’s 60 foot Chris-Craft still looked as beautiful as ever. Ben had always worked long hours with his father keeping up the wooden boat. I don’t think either father or son minded much. It was like their baby. It was also one of their biggest money makers because they could rent it out for weddings and other events. “Hi there, Molly. By the way, you’re not a kid anymore. You can call me Mark now.”

“Hmm, I guess I could try.”

He laughed. “Your parents always made such a big deal about formalities. It’s no wonder you have trouble breaking out of it.”

I knew he was really referring to my dad. Although our mothers were always friendly, my dad and Ben’s never got along. They were in very different social circles, but everyone knew how strict my dad was and how tight a ship he ran at home.

Dad never liked me dating Ben. He thought Ben was a bad influence on me and accused him of using his family’s money to stay out of trouble. Dad probably would have forbidden me from dating him if my mom hadn’t intervened. I think the only reason he was okay with me moving across the country for school was to keep us apart. He thought we were getting too serious and that I needed more options. I wonder what he’d think if he knew his death is what finally broke us up.

“Earth to Molly. You doing okay, space cadet?” Ben touched my arm, bringing me back to the present.

“Sorry, I guess I’m out of it this morning.”

“Anything you want to talk about?”

“Nope, but thanks.”

“All right. Here comes the happy couple.”

Kelly and Tom headed over, dressed up in clearly coordinated outfits. Kelly wore a light blue sun dress, and Tom wore a shirt in the exact same shade of blue.

“Hey, guys.” Tom came to join us on the front deck.

“Hey.” I gave a small wave.

Kelly made a beeline for Mr. Mathews. “Thanks so much for letting us use the boat today.”

“It’s fine. I’d never deny Molly a favor, and it’s a nice day to head out on the water anyway.”

Deny me a favor? Of course that’s how it would be construed.

Mr. Mathews went inside to take the wheel, and we headed out. I leaned against the railing, watching the marina disappear behind us. I loved being out on the ocean. I promised myself that if I ever made a lot of money, the first thing I’d buy would be a boat.

“I don’t think you’d survive living away from the coast.” Ben joined me, his arm rubbing against mine.

“You couldn’t either.”

“Nope, I couldn’t. Sometimes I wonder how people do it. How do they survive in those landlocked states?” He looked longingly out at the water. Two things really made Ben come alive—his music and the water.

“You can’t miss what you’ve never had.”

“Yeah, I guess not. I feel bad for those people who grew up on the water and had to move, though.”

“They can always take beach vacations, right?”

“What if a vacation isn’t enough?”

“I think you learn to take what you can get.” I moved away from him, not liking where the conversation was headed.

We were getting close to the perfect spot to anchor, so I went to talk to Kelly about what kind of shots she was looking for.

“I don’t know. We just want some cute pictures, maybe some artistic ones.”

“Artistic ones? What does that mean exactly?”

“I think that’s your department.”

“All right. I’ll do my best.”

We anchored, and I started with some posed pictures of the couple while Ben and his father watched. Through my lens, I witnessed just how happy Tom made my best friend. You couldn’t fake that level of happiness. I couldn’t help contrasting it to what Adam and I had in the end. I loved being with Adam. I knew that, but I definitely never glowed like Kelly. It wasn’t jealousy that set me on edge as I snapped some candid shots of them laughing and playing around. Instead, it was just sadness for what I’d been missing.

A large splash made me jump, holding my camera against my chest. I looked down into the water to see Ben swimming along the side of the boat. By the size of the splash, he must have jumped from the highest deck. “Ben! You’re lucky you didn’t get my camera wet.”

“Oh, stop whining, I wasn’t that close to you. Come join me. The water feels great.” He grinned, floating on his back.

“No thanks, I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”

“That didn’t stop you the other night.”

Mr. Mathews cleared his throat. “On that note, I think I’m going to go inside and make sure everything is in order.”

I felt my cheeks heat. “Mr. Mathews, can’t you control your son?”

“It’s never worked before, and I’m not about to try again now.” He laughed and walked away.

Kelly and Tom joined me at the railing.

“Are either of you coming in?” Ben asked while treading water.

“No thanks, but it does look refreshing,” Tom replied.

Ben dove under for a minute and came back up. “I don’t know how the rest of you aren’t boiling.”

“We are, but we’re suffering in silence,” I said.

“Oh, the martyr.”

Kelly laughed. “We are boiling. Let’s get this done so we can get out of the sun.”

I finished up with a few more pictures and Ben came back onboard. I tried to ignore how good he looked with the water dripping off him. He caught me looking and smirked. He let the sun dry his shorts as we started back in.

I went back to the railing, enjoying the feel of the wind and sun on my face. It was impossible to keep Ben out of the water. It was even harder to keep me out of the sun.

“Thanks again, Mr. Mathews. We really appreciate it, and I can’t wait to see how the pictures turn out.” Despite her earlier complaint about the heat, Kelly radiated excitement when we arrived back at the dock.

“It was no problem,” Mr. Mathews assured them again.

“I can show you the pictures anytime; just let me go through them first so I can pick out the ones I think are best.”

“Okay, great. You’re so awesome!” Kelly hugged me before following Tom to his SUV. They had a meeting with the pastor doing their wedding. It was some sort of mandatory pre-wedding counseling.

“Big plans for the day?” Mr. Mathews asked after they drove away.

“Not unless grocery shopping counts.”

“Oh, that’s great. Maybe you can help Ben find a gift for his mother. It’s Mother’s Day tomorrow, you know.”

Oh no. I had almost forgotten. I’d have to rush to have some flowers delivered to Mom.

“By the look on your face, I’d say you have some shopping to do too.”

“What do you say?” Ben asked.

I didn’t have an excuse. “Sure, when were you thinking about going?”

“How about now? We’re already out.”

“All right, works for me, but don’t you want to change?”

“Why would I change? My clothes are dry.” He pulled the fabric of his shorts away from his body to demonstrate.

“Okay, suit yourself.”

We said goodbye to Ben’s dad and got in his truck. “So where are we going? What kind of gift did you have in mind?”

“I don’t know. I usually just get her flowers or something, but then Jake always outdoes me with some meaningful gift.”

“So you want to be more creative?”

“I guess.”

“Okay, so maybe we should try some antique stores?” I suggested.

“I don’t know…”

I thought about the kind of woman his mother was, what she’d appreciate. “I’ve got it.”

“What?”

“Do you have any old pictures at your place?”

“Pictures of what?”

I rolled my eyes. “Of your family, when you were kids.”

“Oh yeah, I have an album of old ones Mom made when I moved out.”

“Okay, perfect. Is your mom still into wind chimes?”

Ben laughed. “Of course. Their porch sounds like a freaking symphony nowadays.”

“We need to stop by the craft store, but I have a great idea.”

“All right. You’ve got that look in your eyes. This is going to be good.”

“I hope so.”

A half hour later, I sat cross legged on the floor of Ben’s living room waiting for hot glue to dry. I’d managed to create a wind chime complete with pictures of all of her boys. Mrs. Mathews always said she had three because her husband could be such a kid sometimes. It looked pretty good, and more importantly, it was something she’d specifically appreciate.

“I think you’ll have Jake beat this year.”

“Absolutely, thanks so much.”

“No problem, but can I use your computer? I need to send my mom flowers, and I hate having to do things like that on my phone.” I was still feeling bad about almost missing the holiday.

“Sure. My laptop’s in my room.” Ben got up and headed down the hall to his bedroom. I followed behind.

When I’d peeked into his room the other night, I hadn’t really taken a good look at it. The only furniture in the room was a queen sized bed, a small bedside table, and a dresser placed in a corner. The walls were painted off-white just like the rest of the house. I figured that’s how Ben found it and never changed it. The only thing on the walls was a black and white photo of a sailboat on the ocean—and I recognized it as one of mine. Between the picture of us in his living room and the fact that he had one of my photos on his bedroom wall, I really didn’t know what he had been thinking before I came back to town.

I had to smile watching Ben try to quickly make his bed while I looked around. He obviously hadn’t been expecting company. Retrieving his laptop from the bed stand, he tossed it over to the side of the bed I stood near before laying down on the opposite side, leaning against the pillows.

I sat down on the bed, opening up the computer and waiting for it to wake up.

“You can make yourself more comfortable, you know.”