The Lucky One(41)

“Actually, we get along okay. Not great, mind you. But okay. It’s Ben and his dad who don’t get along. My ex has problems with Ben,” she said. “I think he wanted a different kind of kid.”

“Why do you let Ben go, then?” His gaze focused on her with surprising intensity.

“Because I don’t have a choice.”

“There’s always a choice.”

“Not in this case there isn’t.” She leaned off to the side, plucking a marigold from beside the stairs. “The dad has joint custody, and if I tried to fight him on it, let’s just say the courts would probably rule in his favor. If anything, Ben would probably have to go even more than he does now.”

“That doesn’t sound fair.”

“It isn’t. But for now, there’s not much else I can do but tell Ben to try to make the best of it.”

“I get the sense there’s a lot more to the story.”

She laughed. “You have no idea.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“Not really.”

Whatever urge Thibault might have had to press further was contained by the sight of Ben walking toward the porch. He was drenched in sweat, his face red. His glasses were slightly crooked. Zeus trailed behind, panting hard.

“Hey, Mom!”

“Hi, sweetie. Did you have a good time?”

Zeus lapped at Thibault’s hand before collapsing at his feet.

“Zeus is great! Did you see us playing keep-away?”

“Of course,” she said, drawing Ben close. She ran a hand through his hair. “You look hot. You should drink some water.”

“I will. Are Thibault and Zeus staying for dinner?”

“We haven’t talked about it.”

Ben pushed his glasses up on his nose, oblivious to the fact that they were cockeyed. “We’re having tacos,” he announced to Thibault. “They’re awesome. Mom makes her own salsa and everything.”

“I’m sure they are,” Thibault said, his tone neutral.

“We’ll talk about it, okay?” She brushed the grass from his shirt. “Now go on. Get some water. And don’t forget to wash up.”

“I want to play hide-and-go-seek with Zeus,” Ben whined. “Thibault said I could.”

“Like I said, we’ll talk about it,” Elizabeth said.

“Can Zeus come inside with me? He’s thirsty, too.”

“Let’s leave him out here, okay? We’ll get him some water. What happened to your glasses?”

Ignoring Ben’s protests, she slid them off. “It’ll only take a second.” She bent the frame, examined her handiwork, and bent them once more before handing them back to him. “Try them now.”

Ben’s eyes darted toward Thibault as he put them on; Thibault pretended not to notice. Instead, he petted Zeus as the dog lay quietly next to him. Elizabeth leaned back to get a better view.

“Perfect,” she said.

“Okay,” Ben conceded. He headed up the steps, pulled open the screen door, and let it close with a loud bang. When he was gone, Elizabeth turned to Thibault.

“I embarrassed him.”

“That’s what mothers do.”

“Thanks,” she said, not hiding the sarcasm. “Now what’s this about Zeus and hide-and-go-seek?”

“Oh, I told him about it when we were down at the creek. He was asking what Zeus could do and I mentioned it. But we don’t have to do it tonight.”

“No, that’s fine,” she said, reaching for her glass of lemonade. She rattled the ice cubes, debating, before finally turning toward him. “Would you like to stay for dinner?”

He met her eyes. “Yeah,” he said, “I’d like that very much.”

“It’s only tacos,” she qualified.

“I heard. And thank you. Tacos sound like a treat.” He smiled and stood. “But for now, let me get this guy some water. And he’s probably hungry, too. Would you mind if I got him some food from the kennel?”

“Of course not. There’s plenty. Someone just unloaded a bunch of bags yesterday.”

“Who could that have been?”

“I don’t know. Some long-haired drifter, I think.”

“I thought he was a college-educated veteran.”

“Same thing.” Picking up the glasses, she rose as well. “I’m going to make sure Ben washed up. He tends to forget to do that. See you in a few minutes.”

At the kennel, Thibault filled Zeus’s bowls with water and food, then took a seat on one of the empty cages, waiting. Zeus took his time, drinking a bit, then nibbling at a few bites of his food, peering occasionally over at Thibault as if to ask, Why are you watching me? Thibault said nothing; he knew that any comment would slow Zeus down even more.

Instead, he checked the other kennels even though Elizabeth had said she’d already done so, making sure none of the other dogs were low on water. They weren’t. Nor did they stir much. Good. He turned out the lights in the office and locked the door before returning to the house. Zeus trailed behind him, his nose to the ground.

At the door, he motioned for Zeus to lie down and stay, then pulled open the screen door.

“Hello?”