“He sounds like a great teacher.”
“He was. And we learned a lot, although I’ve forgotten most of it, as you can tell. But the feeling of wonder is still there. When I stare at the sky, I just know that someone was doing the exact same thing thousands of years ago.”
Travis watched her, entranced by the sound of her voice in the darkness.
“And what’s strange,” she went on, “is that even though we know so much more about the universe, ordinary people today know less about the daily sky than our ancestors. Even without telescopes or mathematics or even the knowledge that the world was round, they used stars to navigate, they scanned the sky for specific constellations to know when to plant their crops, they used stars when constructing buildings, they learned to predict eclipses… it just makes me wonder what it was like to live so faithfully by the stars.” Lost in thought, she was quiet for a long moment. “Sorry. I’m probably boring you.”
“Not at all. In fact, I’ll never think of stars in the same way again.”
“You’re teasing me.”
“Absolutely not,” he said seriously.
His gaze held hers. She had the sudden sense that he was about to kiss her, and she quickly turned away. In that moment, she was acutely aware of the sound of frogs calling from the marsh grass and crickets singing in the trees. The moon had reached its apex, casting a shimmery glow around them. Gabby moved her feet nervously in the water, knowing she should leave.
“I think my feet are getting wrinkled,” she said.
“Do you want me to get a towel?”
“No, that’s okay. But I should probably be going. It’s getting late.”
He stood and offered a hand. When she took it, she felt the warmth and strength in it. “I’ll walk you back.”
“I’m sure I can find my way.”
“Just to the bushes, then.”
At the table, she picked up her sandals and spotted Moby heading their way. He trotted up to them just as they stepped onto the grass, his tongue flapping happily. Moby circled them before charging toward the water, as if making sure nothing was hiding. He came to a stop with front paws slapping, then charged off in another direction.
“Moby is a dog with boundless curiosity and enthusiasm,” Travis observed.
“Kind of like you.”
“Kind of. Except I don’t roll in fish guts.”
She smiled. The grass was soft underfoot, and they reached the hedge a moment later. “I had a wonderful time today,” she said. “And tonight, too.”
“So did I. And thanks for the astronomy lesson.”
“I’ll do better next time. I’ll impress you with my stellar knowledge.”
He laughed. “Nice pun. Did you just think of that?”
“No, that was my teacher again. That’s what he used to say when class was ending.”
Travis shuffled his feet, then looked up at Gabby again. “What are you doing tomorrow?”
“Nothing really. I know I have to go to the grocery store. Why?”
“Do you want to come with me?”
“On your motorcycle?”
“I want to show you something. And it’ll be fun-I promise. I’ll even bring lunch.”
She hesitated. It was a simple question, and she knew what the answer should be, especially if she wanted to keep her life from getting complicated. “I don’t think that’s a good idea” was all she had to say, and it would be over.
She thought about Kevin and the guilt she’d felt minutes earlier, about the choice she’d made by moving here in the first place. Yet despite those things, or maybe even because of them, she found herself beginning to smile.
“Sure,” she said. “What time?’
If he seemed surprised by her answer, he didn’t show it. “How about eleven? I’ll give you a chance to sleep in.”
She raised a hand to her hair. “Well, listen, thanks again…”
“Yeah, you too. See you tomorrow.”
For an instant, she thought she’d simply turn and leave. But again their eyes met and held for just a beat too long, and before she realized what was happening, Travis placed a hand on her hip and pulled her toward him. He kissed her, his lips neither soft nor hard against hers. It took an instant for her brain to register what was happening, and then she pushed him back.
“What are you doing?” she gasped.
“I couldn’t help it.” He shrugged, seeming not the least bit apologetic. “It just seemed like the right thing to do.”
“You know I have a boyfriend,” she repeated, knowing that deep down she hadn’t minded the kiss at all and hating herself for it.
“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” he said.
“It’s fine,” she said, holding up her hands, keeping him at a distance. “Just forget about it. But it’s not going to happen again, okay?”
“Right.”
“Right,” she repeated, suddenly wanting to go home. She shouldn’t have put herself in this position. She’d known what was going to happen, she’d even warned herself about it, and sure enough, she’d been right.
She turned and started through the hedge, breathing fast. He’d kissed her! She still couldn’t believe it. Though she intended to march straight to her door, making sure he realized how adamant she’d been about not wanting it to happen again, she snuck a peek over her shoulder and was mortified to realize he’d seen her. He raised a hand in a relaxed wave.
“See you tomorrow,” he called out.
She didn’t bother to respond, since there was really no reason to. The thought of what might happen tomorrow left her with a sense of dread. Why did he have to ruin things? Why couldn’t they just be neighbors and friends? Why had it ended like this?
She pulled the slider closed behind her and marched to her bedroom, doing her best to work up the anger she felt the situation merited. It should have worked, but for the shaky legs and hammering heart, and the lingering realization that Travis Parker found her desirable enough to want to kiss her.
Twelve
After Gabby had left, Travis emptied the cooler. Wanting to spend some time with Moby, he grabbed the tennis ball, but even as he began their familiar game of fetch, his thoughts kept returning to Gabby. As Moby bounded through the yard, he couldn’t shake the memory of the way Gabby’s eyes crinkled when she smiled or the awe in her voice as she’d named the stars. He found himself wondering about her relationship with her boyfriend. Curiously, she hadn’t said much about him-whatever her reasons, it struck him as an effective way to keep him guessing.
No question, he was definitely interested in her. It was odd, though. If history was any guide, she really wasn’t his type. She didn’t strike him as particularly delicate or touchy, a hothouse flower-he seemed to attract those types of women in droves. When he teased her, she teased him right back; when he pushed the boundaries, she had no qualms about putting him in his place. He liked her spirited nature, her self-control and confidence, and he especially liked the fact that she didn’t seem conscious of possessing those qualities. The whole day struck him as a tantalizing dance, in which each of them had taken turns leading, one pushing, the other pulling, and vice versa. He wondered if a dance like that could go on forever.
That had been one of the downfalls of his past relationships. Even in the early stages, they had always been one-sided. Usually he’d ended up making most of the decisions about what to do or where to eat or whose house to go to or what movie to see. That part didn’t bother him; what bothered him was that over time, the one-sidedness began to define everything about the relationship, which inevitably left him feeling as if he were dating an employee instead of a partner. Frankly, it bored him.