But today, nothing was going to soothe her.
Part of Allie wished she’d dragged her legal problem out another couple of weeks, just to see where this thing with Cooper could go. When they’d been unpacking the telescope, she’d almost forgotten the rift between them as she’d envisioned those stargazing cruises.
In her mind’s eye the tableau had unfolded: their guests reclining on deck chairs, maybe bundled up in sweaters if it was a cool evening, kids busily studying their star charts and peering into the sky, Cooper showing them how to use the telescope and finding planets and nebulas for them to look at, excited exclamations as they recognized constellations and planets or looked at the moon’s craters for the first time.
But with the judge’s decision coming on Friday, she and Cooper wouldn’t be doing the cruises together. If Cooper lost, he would take his telescopes with him. She could probably get Sara to help her do the evening charter, but it wouldn’t be the same.
And if she lost…Oh, God, she didn’t want to think about it. She hadn’t even let herself consider the possibility of actually losing everything she’d built up over the past ten years.
A battered old seagull landed on a post, eyeing her lunch with interest. Normally she didn’t feed the gulls: if you did, they just became worse pests than they already were. But something about this scarred veteran, who’d obviously survived many a storm and maybe a predator or two, tugged at her heart, and she tossed him her last two French fries.
“Maybe that’s a farewell gift,” she said before he flew away, instinctively knowing she had nothing else to offer.
LATER THAT NIGHT, COOPER set up his new telescope on the patio and everyone wanted to check it out. Even Miss Greer, who’d been spending a lot of time in her private sitting room due to an arthritic hip bothering her, came out to see what all the chatter was about.
Cooper had invited all of the B and B’s guests to join in, which included his cousins, Sara, and a fifty-something pharmaceutical saleswoman from San Antonio named Martie. Sara made up a batch of sangria, which transformed their gathering into a true party.
Not that Allie was in much of a partying mood. She sat off to the side, sipping the potent punch and watching as Cooper reacquainted himself with the night sky, consulting some books he’d checked out of the library.
He was a bit subdued as well, she noticed. But she could tell he really did enjoy astronomy and knew more about it than the average joe. In fact, he had a lot of interests she wouldn’t expect a lawyer to have. Once when she’d gone for a walk on the beach at dawn, she’d seen him there, too, not running to get his morning exercise but strolling at a leisurely pace, pausing often to look out at the sea, and picking up the occasional seashell or bit of ocean glass.
She had to admit he was really nothing like what her first impressions had led her to believe.
Allie let herself envision, for one brief, dangerous moment, how different things would be if she’d accepted Cooper’s partnership offer, if she hadn’t been so suspicious and paranoid.
Sara came and sat next to her. “Hey, you okay? You’re awfully quiet. Is Cooper giving you trouble?”
Allie shook her head. “Actually, he’s been pretty decent given how I acted yesterday. But the hearing’s been set. Friday.”
“So soon?”
“It’s better to get it over with.”
“Yeah, but I was hoping if you two spent more time together, you’d realize you were meant for each other.”
Allie smiled. “Sara, you are such a dreamer.”
“But it’s true. Cooper’s been making cow eyes at you all night. I think he’s fallen in love with you, and who could blame him? Why don’t you just tell him you made a mistake?”
She’d considered it. “If I change my position so drastically, he’ll assume it’s because I’m about to lose my business.”
“Only if he’s as suspicious as you are.”
“He is.” It was something else they had in common. Maybe not their nicest shared trait.
“Maybe when it’s all said and done, then,” Sara said. “You won’t have anything to lose by trying.”
But Allie was afraid Cooper wouldn’t be a good sport about losing. He was clearly used to being on the winning side. Even if he tried not to be a sore loser, how could he avoid resenting her for stealing his inheritance?
Resentment would poison their future dealings so that any relationship, even friendship, would be out of the question.
“Allie, come look at Saturn,” Cooper said suddenly, startling her.
“O-okay.” She stood, set down her glass, and walked across the patio to the telescope. She bent down to peer through the eyepiece.
“It’s beautiful,” she barely breathed. The planet’s rings were clearly visible. She’d never seen anything like this outside of a book.
“Yeah, it sure is.”
She straightened to find Cooper staring at her, not the sky.
Chapter Fifteen
“I made a reservation to fly home tomorrow,” Reece announced casually as he drove Cooper and Allie to Sinclair Marine. Otis had called to let them know that work on the Dragonfly was complete.
Cooper was more distressed than he cared to admit that Reece was going home. Then again, his cousin had been acting a bit cool since learning that Cooper intended to go forward with his legal case.
In the back of his mind, Cooper had been convinced that Reece would find it so pleasant to be away from the pressures of his corporate accounting job that he would change his mind and elect to resign and move to Port Clara permanently.
But his cousin had been on the phone almost constantly, putting out fires back home or going over spreadsheets e-mailed to him. Some vacation.
“You’re not even staying for the hearing?”
Reece glanced into the backseat at Allie, who was plugged into her iPod, tuning them out. “Only if you want me to testify on Allie’s behalf. You have my written statement indicating the results of the audit.”
Cooper hadn’t realized how strongly Reece felt about this. He would have to talk to him, make sure his cousin understood he wouldn’t leave Allie high and dry. He wanted to do what was fair. Really, he did.
But he would have to save his arguments for when Allie wasn’t around.
Reece pulled Cooper’s BMW into the Sinclair Marine parking lot, where Cooper and Allie got out. Allie pulled out her earphones and stuffed her iPod into her jeans pocket without a word. She’d been quiet last night, too. He knew the possibility of losing the Dragonfly must weigh heavily on her. It did on him, too.
Otis greeted them with a big smile. “Nice to see you folks again. I got her all spiffed up and ready to go. Want to inspect her before we settle the bill?”
Cooper started to say yes, but-Allie spoke first. “I’m sure your work is perfect, Otis. Let’s get the bad news over with.”
They all crowded into Otis’s tiny office, where he rummaged around on his messy desk until he found the itemized bill. Cooper got his hands on it first, but Allie was right there peering around his shoulder.
“Oh,” she said. “Um, Otis, isn’t this a bit more than we agreed on?”
“No, ma’am,” he said confidently. “The cost for repairing the hull damage is exactly what I quoted you. The rest is for the painting Mr. Remington here ordered.”
“The what?” Allie grabbed the bill from Cooper and inspected it more closely, then she looked up at him with a thunderous expression. “You had painting done on the boat without talking to me first?”
“You’ll like it, I promise.”
Her expression said she doubted that.
He’d really wanted her to see the results before the bill. “Don’t worry, I’ll pay for it.” He was already handing Otis his credit card.