“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.