Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 145823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
“That…” I ran my fingers over the sea glass as my throat tightened in warning. “That is a really long story.”
“That you don’t want to tell?”
“It’s more complicated than that. Where I’m from, in Alabama, the truck kind of tells the story for me. Everyone knows. It’s nice to be somewhere where it’s my choice to tell—or not.” I left out the part where my anxiety attacks shut down even the possibility of talking about it most days.
“Does it have anything to do with why you bought the house that time forgot?” His tone was easy, and he kept his eyes on Finley, which helped my throat loosen the smallest degree.
“It has everything to do with it,” I admitted. The wind whipped a strand of hair over my face, and I twisted it up around my ponytail to keep it out of the way. Gray clouds moved up the coast quick enough that I could visually track the movement. “That’s not serious, right?” I asked, pointing at the sky.
“No,” Jackson answered. “It’s too early for hurricanes or anything. Might mess with your drilling schedule, though.”
“How would you know that?”
“I ran into Steve when I got home and asked. That’s also how I knew that you usually stop by around now to check on the progress. It’s amazing what happens when you ask him things. He gives you answers. Novel concept.” His voice was flat, but his eyes sparkled with the tease.
“Yeah. Yeah.”
“Daddy, look!” Finley raced over to us, a small conch in her hand. “Not big enough, but good for today!”
Jackson dropped down to examine her treasure. “Whoa! It’s gorgeous, Fin! Worth the walk?”
“Yep! I’m gonna see if I can find another one. Morgan, want this one?” Her eyebrows rose in question, and I found myself smiling bigger than I had in a long while.
“I would be honored to have it,” I told her, bringing myself level with her.
She grabbed it from Jackson and presented it to me with a flourish, like I wouldn’t know she’d actually been the one to give it to me if he had handed it over.
“Thank you,” I told her as I held it up to study its markings. “I will treasure it.”
She grinned, big and wide, her nose scrunching in the best way. “Good! I’ll find more!” She smacked a kiss on Jackson’s cheek and then raced off back toward the house, examining the beach with a new intensity.
“Be prepared to own quite a seashell collection,” Jackson warned as we watched her.
I clasped the shell she’d given me in one hand and the glass from her father in the other as a sweet feeling that I was scared to identify swept through me.
It felt too close to peace. Too comforting to rely on.
“She has your smile,” I told him as we followed her, walking the path where the water met the sand and swept over our feet every so often.
“Thanks. Lucky for her, she mostly resembles Claire,” he mused.
“Is that your wife?” I asked, then cringed. “If you don’t like to talk about it, I completely understand. I have no business prying.”
“I’m sure prying into your business,” he retorted with a grin that quickly faded. “Claire and I were never married. We were engaged for about four months, though.” He tucked his thumbs into his pockets and looked ahead to where Finley was digging in the sand. “That’s a long story, too.”
I walked silently next to him, deciding if he wanted to share, that was fine, and if he didn’t, that was okay, too. I didn’t move here to poke at someone else’s wounds.
“We met in college,” he said with a soft smile.
“In Maine?”
“No. She was on a full ride to Boston University for drama and theater, and I was at MIT as a legacy who started majoring in Frat Parties 101 but graduated with a degree in oceanography.”
I blinked a few times.
“What? Didn’t peg me for an MIT guy?” His smile nearly tied my tongue in knots.
“I don’t know you well enough to make assumptions. Even though I may have considering you look…” I gestured up and down his torso.
“Look like what?” he teased.
“Like you want to finish your story.” I flashed a sugar-sweet smile at him.
“Uh-huh.” His tone dripped with sarcasm.
Something stirred inside my chest, as if part of me had been asleep for too long and was blinking awake, shielding her eyes from the sun. Except Jackson was the sun. For the first time since…ever, I felt a sense of connection to a man who wasn’t Will. I jerked my eyes from his and focused on Finley walking ahead of us.
“We hit it off junior year,” he continued, either not seeing or ignoring my mini freak-out. “And then after graduation…” He looked away as his voice softened, and I knew he wasn’t with me—he was with her. “I joined the coast guard, and Fin was born the next September. I proposed to Claire while she was in labor, and she laughed and called me an idiot.” He smiled, shaking his head.