“Call me when you’ve made it.”
Justine sensed that he was about to hang up, and perversely, she didn’t want their conversation to end, not like this. And yet, she was helpless to do anything but agree. “I will,” she whispered, miserable and furious at the same time.
“On second thought,” he said, and she could practically hear his scorn, “don’t bother. We both know what you’re going to do.” Having said that, he broke the connection. Justine was left holding the telephone receiver, which buzzed insistently in her ear.
The sun reflected off the bright green water of Puget Sound as the ferry pulled away from the Bremerton dock and moved smoothly through Rich Passage on the hour-long journey to Seattle. Standing at the railing, with the wind ruffling her dark hair, and breathing in the salty tang of the sea, Olivia turned to smile at Jack.
“It’s just so beautiful this afternoon.”
“Hey,” he joked, “I ordered it just for today.”
She rolled her eyes.
“This is no joke,” he insisted, with a look so serious she was tempted to laugh outright. “I said, ‘God, I’ve got this important date Sunday afternoon and I’d appreciate a little cooperation from you in the weather department.’”
“You said that, did you?”
“I did.”
Olivia turned back to the railing, leaning her elbows on it, and waited impatiently for a glimpse of the Seattle skyline. Jack’s son, Eric, was picking them up at the ferry terminal and the three of them would have dinner on the waterfront. This would be the first time Olivia had met Eric, and Jack seemed more nervous about it than she did.
“I’ve taken several vacations in the past few years,” Olivia told him, “and traveled in a number of different countries, but I’ve never found any place more beautiful than Seattle when the sun is shining.”
“It’s lush and green, all right,” Jack said, grumbling, “as it should be after three months of drizzle and rain.”
“Is it time for you to sit under a happy light?” she asked, posing the question to him that she’d once asked her children. Whenever the day was especially gloomy and they’d argued and complained about being unable to play outside, Olivia had made them sit under a lamp and read. James had dubbed it the happy light because he’d figured out that until he smiled, she wouldn’t let him leave the chair.
“Happy light?”
Olivia explained, and they joked for several minutes. When they fell silent, she noticed how tense he seemed. He left her at the rail and paced the length of the ferry, drank three cups of coffee to her one and fidgeted during the entire ride from the Kitsap Peninsula into Elliot Bay.
Olivia recognized Eric as Jack’s son the instant she saw him. He was as tall as his father, with an athletic build, and other than his choice of clothing, they looked very much alike.
“Hello, Eric,” Olivia said, extending her hand.
“This is Olivia Lockhart.” Jack introduced her, sweeping his arm in her general direction.
Father and son didn’t hug or exchange handshakes. Since Stan was quite demonstrative, it struck her as odd.
“How was the ferry ride?” Eric asked as they started walking along the waterfront.
“Great,” Jack said enthusiastically, as though they’d just stepped off a cruise ship instead of a one-hour Puget Sound crossing.
“Are you hungry?” Eric asked next.
“Famished.”
Olivia glanced at father and son, surprised by the awkwardness she continued to sense.
Eric told them he’d chosen a restaurant before their arrival and made reservations. “I hope you like crab,” he said, leading the way.
“Love it,” Olivia assured him.
Eric turned to his father. “I’m game,” Jack muttered.
Apparently Eric wasn’t acquainted with his father’s tastes. That, too, seemed odd. The restaurant Eric had chosen specialized in freshly cooked crab, served on newspaper-lined table-tops. Each patron was supplied with a wooden mallet and a bib. By the time they finished cracking the steaming Dungeness crab and dipping the pieces in melted butter, they were talking with ease, bursts of conversation punctuated by laughter.
Everything about the meal was wonderful. When they’d washed up, Eric walked them back to the ferry. Once more he appeared rather formal, and the conversation, which had flowed so comfortably throughout the meal, suddenly seemed stilted. Jack’s hands were buried inside his raincoat pockets.
“I had a good time,” Eric announced. Was it Olivia’s imagination or did he sound a little shocked by that revelation?
“I did, too,” Jack said.
Eric didn’t say anything for a moment. “Would you like to meet again sometime?”
“I’d like that very much,” Jack said solemnly.
“Me, too.”
Eric smiled charmingly at Olivia. “It was nice meeting you.”
“You, too, Eric.”
The cars started to leave the Bremerton ferry and it was time to walk onboard.
“I’ll be in touch,” Jack said, steering Olivia toward the terminal and the ticket booth for walk-on customers.
Eric raised his hand in farewell and eased away, taking small steps backward.
Jack purchased their tickets, and as they boarded the ferry, he said, “That went well, didn’t it?”
“Very well.”
She could feel his relief and found his reaction—his entire attitude toward his son—a bit puzzling. Still thinking about it, she followed him up the steps to the main deck. Jack hurried ahead of her toward the back railing and stood there, the wind in his face as he looked out over the Seattle waterfront.
“There he is,” Jack called. He placed his finger between his lips and let out a piercing whistle.
Eric jerked around, saw them and waved once more.
“He’s a well-adjusted young man,” Olivia murmured.
“The credit for that goes to his mother.”
“You weren’t part of his life while he was young?” That would explain the awkwardness between them.
“I was around but…I wasn’t much of a father.”
Olivia understood what he was saying. Between law school and everything else that’d been crammed into the early years of her own children’s lives, Olivia suffered her share of regrets. She’d longed to be a
