misty fog surrounded the hot tub where he sat impatiently waiting for her. It was a cloudy evening, the second Sunday in March. “My eyes are closed,” he assured her, grinning from ear to ear.
Even from this distance, she could tell he was lying. “Jack Griffin, your eyes are wide open.”
“Olivia, I’ve seen a woman in a bathing suit before.”
“But you haven’t seen me!”
“No, and I’m dying to, so hurry up.”
The patio light was far too bright, she decided. Grumbling under her breath, she tucked the towel more tightly around her and stepped barefoot onto the deck. Although it faced the cove and not the road, Olivia was sure the entire neighborhood would be catching a glimpse of her.
She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d donned a swimsuit. This very one, in fact. Years and years ago. James had still been living at home. Justine, too. Her swimsuit was sadly outdated, but luckily it wasn’t the kind of material that attracted moths.
“Sooner or later you’re going to have to drop that towel,” Jack told her as she took her first tentative steps outside. He leaned back in a relaxed pose, arms spread out across the back of the tub.
“If I see a picture of myself in The Chronicle, I swear I’ll never forgive you.”
“Hmm, you’re giving me ideas.” Jack chuckled as if an embarrassing photograph was indeed a possibility.
“Jack!” Reluctantly she lowered the towel. Feeling as graceful as a walrus, she climbed over the edge of the hot tub and slid into the water. It was warm, soothing and refreshing at the same time. “Ah,” she sighed involuntarily.
“See? That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” he asked.
Olivia moved next to him, sinking shoulder-deep into the bubbling water. Rather than respond, she sighed again, a sigh of pure contentment. She was oh, so glad Jack had urged her to set aside her inhibitions and join him.
“You know, you’ve got a very attractive body,” he said. “I don’t know why you insist on hiding it.”
Olivia shook her head. “Do you know how old I am?”
“Yes—and what’s that got to do with anything?”
“Plenty. I’ve had children, Jack, and my body is far from perfect.”
“Hey, if I wanted to date a twenty-year-old model—” He gave a quick laugh. “Hell, a twenty-year-old model wouldn’t be seen dead with an old fart like me.”
Olivia smiled, too. “We make a good couple, don’t we?” She rested her head against his shoulder.
“Yeah,” Jack agreed. “We do, Judge O. Especially when we’re practically naked in a hot tub together.”
“Jack!” She giggled. She was enjoying herself but refused to give him credit; if she did, she’d never hear the end of it.
“Come on,” he said, “tell me I was right.”
“Would you mind gloating silently?” she muttered, letting her eyes drift shut.
“How’s Grace doing?” Jack suddenly asked.
Olivia groaned. She’d been deeply concerned for her friend. “Better, I think.” Grace had come to Olivia last Saturday afternoon, as upset as Olivia had ever seen her. Despite several attempts, Olivia wasn’t able to pry the entire story out of her, but apparently Grace had done something to offend Cliff and he’d decided it would be best if they no longer saw each other.
“Have you talked to her recently?” Jack said.
“I saw her Wednesday night. Why?”
Jack rested his chin on top of Olivia’s head. “I think she might be volunteering for the Humane Society.”
“Oh, yes, she did say something about that.” Olivia approved; Grace seemed to have a lot of time on her hands all at once. She’d always been fond of animals. Buttercup had brought her comfort and companionship when Grace had most needed it. This volunteer position was something she could do to help animals, and perhaps a human or two. Olivia also suspected that Grace saw it as a way of making up for not getting Buttercup to the vet more quickly, not noticing the symptoms sooner. She tried to reassure her friend, but Grace persisted in blaming herself, which Olivia thought unreasonable.
“How’d you know about Grace volunteering?” she asked.
“The way I know about everything. The paper’s doing an article about the shelter. When I showed up to talk to the director, Grace was there filling out the paperwork. The shelter does a background check before they accept any volunteers.”
“I think it’ll be good for her.”
“I do, too,” Jack said.
Olivia opened her eyes and gazed up at the sky. The clouds had parted and the stars were coming out; it was turning into a spectacular night. Most of her friends were at a fund-raising dinner she’d gladly skipped. She could only imagine what her co-workers would say if they could see the very prim and proper Judge Lockhart soaking in a hot tub. And with a man, yet.
“I wouldn’t do this for anyone else, you know,” she told him. She didn’t need to elaborate on what she meant; Jack knew.
“I’m glad to hear it.” He kissed the top of her head.
Olivia felt his chest expand and then softly he said, “I love you, Olivia.”
This wasn’t the first time he’d admitted his feelings, but something about the way he’d said it felt different. She leaned away from him and looked into his eyes. “I love you, too, Jack.”
“Do you mean that, Olivia? Really mean it?”
She nodded. “I do.”
A sigh rumbled inside his chest. “I know you don’t like to talk about Stan, and frankly, I don’t blame you, but I think we should. For the last time.”
“All right.” This sounded ominous.
Jack didn’t speak for a moment, and she gave him a nudge with her elbow. “Your ex-husband made it plain from the day we met that he wanted you back.”
Olivia kissed Jack’s chin. “I know, but he can’t have me.”
“He’s got a whole lot more to offer you than I do.”
“Such as?”
Jack chuckled. “You don’t really want me to get into that, do you?”
“Yes,” she challenged. “What you don’t seem to understand is that my ex-husband doesn’t hold a candle to you in a hundred different ways. Okay, he probably brings home a bigger paycheck.”
Jack snorted. “Probably? No one gets rich in the newspaper business, at least not these days.”
