life lesson, I guess.
She stood watching the sandcastle vanishing into the water for a few moments. When she heard the three girls galloping up the stairs in back, she walked along the porch around the house to meet them.
One was Blaine’s sixteen-year-old daughter, Crystal, who was April’s best friend. Another was Riley’s newly adopted fourteen-year-old daughter, Jilly.
As the three giggling girls started making a dash to their bedroom to change out of their bathing suits for dinner, Riley noticed a small cut on Jilly’s thigh.
She gently took Jilly by the arm and said, “How did this happen?”
Jilly glanced at the cut and said, “I dunno. Just got clumsy, I guess. Bumped it into a thorn or something else kind of sharp.”
Riley stooped to examine the cut. It wasn’t at all bad, and it was already beginning to scab over. Still, it struck Riley as odd somehow. She remembered Jilly having a similar cut on her forearm the day they’d come out here. Jilly had said that April’s cat, Marbles, had scratched her. April had denied it.
Jilly drew back from her—a little defensively, Riley thought.
“It’s nothing, Mom, OK?”
Riley said, “There’s a first aid kit in the bathroom. Put some disinfectant on it before you come to dinner.”
“OK, I’ll do that,” Jilly said.
Riley watched as Jilly ran after April and Crystal to the bedroom.
Nothing to worry about, Riley told herself.
But it was hard not to worry. Jilly had been living with them only since January. When Riley had been working on a case in Arizona, she’d rescued Jilly from desperate circumstances. After some legal and personal struggles, Riley had finally been able to adopt Jilly just a month ago, and Jilly seemed happy with her new family.
And besides …
It’s just a little cut—nothing to worry about.
Riley went to the kitchen to help Blaine set the table and put dinner on. The girls soon joined them, and they all sat down to dinner—delicious fried flounder filets served with tartar sauce. Everybody was happy and laughing. By the time Blaine served cheesecake for dessert, a warm, pleasant feeling was coming over Riley.
We’re like a family, she thought.
Or maybe that wasn’t quite right. Maybe, just maybe …
We really are a family.
It had been a long time since Riley had felt like that.
As she finished her dessert, she thought again …
I could really get used to this.
After supper, the girls went back to their bedroom to play games before going to sleep. Riley joined Blaine on the porch, where they sipped glasses of wine as they watched night setting in. The two of them were quiet for a long time.
Riley basked in that quietness, and she sensed that Blaine did too.
She couldn’t remember having shared many easy, comfortable, silent moments like this with her ex-husband, Ryan. They’d pretty much always either been talking or deliberately not talking. And when they hadn’t been talking, they’d simply inhabited their own separate worlds.
But Blaine felt very much a part of Riley’s world right now …
And a beautiful world it is.
The moon was bright, and as the night grew darker, stars were appearing in huge clusters—almost unbelievably bright out here away from the lights of the city. The dark waves of the Gulf reflected the light of the moon and the stars. Far away, the horizon grew blurry and finally disappeared so that the sea and the sky seemed to blend seamlessly together.
Riley shut her eyes and listened for a moment to the sound of the surf.
There were no other noises at all—no voices, no TV, no city traffic.
Riley sighed a long, deep, happy sigh.
As if answering her sigh, Blaine said …
“Riley, I’ve been wondering …”
He paused. Riley opened her eyes and looked over at him, feeling just a twinge of apprehension.
Then Blaine continued …
“Do you feel like we’ve known each other for a long time, or just a short time?”
Riley smiled. It was an interesting question. They’d known each other for about a year now, and they’d declared themselves exclusive about three months ago. During all that time they’d become very comfortable together.
They and their families had also been through moments of harrowing danger, and Blaine had shown amazing resourcefulness and courage.
Through it all, Riley had come to care about him, trust him, and admire him.
“It’s hard to say,” she said. “Both, I guess. It seems like a long time because of how close we’ve gotten. It seems like a short time because … well, because I’m sometimes so amazed at how fast we’ve gotten so close.”
Another silence fell—a silence that told Riley that Blaine felt exactly the same way.
Finally Blaine said …
“What do you think … should happen next?”
Riley looked into his eyes. His gaze was earnest and inquisitive.
Riley smiled and said the first thing that popped into her head. “Why, Blaine Hildreth—are you proposing to me?”
Blaine smiled and said, “Come on inside. I’ve got something to show you.”
CHAPTER THREE
Riley felt a bit breathless now. A whole world of future possibilities seemed to be opening up in front of her, and she didn’t have any idea how to think about them.
She didn’t know what to say, so she just picked up her glass of wine and followed Blaine off the porch into the dining room.
Blaine went to a cabinet and took out a large roll of paper. When they’d arrived, Riley had noticed him unpacking the roll from the car along with beach stuff, but she hadn’t bothered to ask him what it was.
He unrolled the sheet on the dining room table, putting cups on the corners to hold it down. It looked like some kind of elaborate ground plan.
“What is this?” Riley asked.
“Don’t you recognize it?” Blaine said. “It’s my house.”
Riley looked at the drawings more carefully, feeling slightly puzzled.
She said, “Um … it looks awfully big to be your house.”
Blaine chuckled and said, “That’s because a whole wing of it hasn’t
