The Lucky One(96)

“Because it would keep him safe.”

Thibault nodded. “Yes.”

She fiddled with the couch cover before turning toward him again. “So you honestly believe what you said? About the photo being a lucky charm?”

Zeus walked toward him and lay at his feet. “Maybe,” Thibault said.

She leaned forward. “Why don’t you tell me the whole story?”

Thibault gazed at the floor, resting his elbows on his knees, and began, hesitantly, to tell her the whole saga of the photograph. He started with the poker games in Kuwait, then moved on to the RPG that knocked him unconscious and the firefight in Fallujah. He detailed the car bombs and the IEDs he’d survived in Ramadi, including the one in which Victor claimed that the photograph had saved both their lives. He talked about the reaction of his fellow marines and the legacy of their distrust.

He paused before meeting her eyes.

“But even after all that, I still didn’t believe it. But Victor did. He always had. He believed in that kind of stuff, and I humored him because it was important to him. But I never believed it, at least not consciously.” He clasped his hands together, his voice becoming softer. “On our last weekend together, Victor told me that I owed a debt to the woman in the photo because the photo had kept me safe—that otherwise, there was no balance. It was my destiny to find her, he said. A few minutes later, Victor was dead, but I escaped unharmed. Even then, I didn’t believe it. But then, I began to see his ghost.”

In a halting voice, he told her about those encounters, reluctant to meet her gaze for fear of seeing utter disbelief there. In the end, he shook his head and sighed. “After that, the rest is just like I told you. I was messed up, so I took off. Yes, I went to find you, but not because I’d been obsessed with you. Not because I loved you or wanted you to love me. I did it because Victor said it was my destiny, and I kept seeing his ghost. I didn’t know what to expect when I got here. And then, somewhere along the way, it became a challenge—whether I could find you, how long it would take me. When I finally arrived at the kennel and saw the ‘Help Wanted’ sign, I guess I thought that would be a way to repay the debt. Applying for the job felt like the right thing to do. Just like when Ben and I were in the tree house; giving the photo to him felt like the right thing to do. But I’m not sure I could explain those things even if I tried.”

“You gave Ben the photo to keep him safe,” Elizabeth repeated.

“As crazy as it sounds? Yes.”

She digested this in silence. Then: “Why didn’t you tell me from the beginning?”

“I should have,” he said. “The only thing I can think is that I carried the photo with me for five years, and I didn’t want to give it up until I understood its purpose.”

“Do you think you understand it now?”

He leaned over to pet Zeus before answering. He looked directly at her. “I’m not sure. What I can say is that what happened between us, everything that happened, didn’t start when I found the photo. It started when I walked into the kennel. That was when you first became real to me, and the more I got to know you, the more real I felt. Happier and alive in a way I hadn’t felt in a long, long time. Like you and I were meant to be.”

“Your destiny?” She lifted an eyebrow.

“No . . . not like that. It has nothing to do with the photo, or the journey here, or anything Victor said. It’s just that I’ve never met anyone like you before, and I’m certain I never will again. I love you, Elizabeth . . . and more than that, I like you. I enjoy spending time with you.”

She scrutinized him, her expression unreadable. When she spoke, her voice was matter-of-fact. “You realize that it’s still a crazy story that makes you sound like an obsessive nut job.”

“I know,” Thibault agreed. “Believe me, I feel like a freak even to myself.”

“What if I told you to leave Hampton and never contact me again?” Elizabeth probed.

“Then I’d leave, and you’d never hear from me again.”

The comment hung in the air, pregnant with meaning. She shifted on the couch, turning away in apparent disgust before swiveling her face back toward him.

“You wouldn’t even call? After all we’ve been through?” she sniffed. “I can’t believe that.”

Relief swept through him when he realized she was teasing. He exhaled, unaware that he had been holding his breath, and grinned.

“If that’s what it took for you to believe I’m not a psycho.”

“I think that’s pathetic. A guy should at least call.”

He scooted imperceptibly closer on the couch. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You do realize that you’re not going to be able to tell this story if you intend to live around here.”

He slid even closer, noticeably this time. “I can live with that.”

“And if you expect a raise just because you’re dating the boss’s granddaughter, you can forget that, too.”

“I’ll make do.”

“I don’t know how. You don’t even have a car.”

By then he had sidled up next to her, and she’d turned back to him, her hair just brushing his shoulder. He leaned in and kissed her neck. “I’ll figure something out,” he whispered, before pressing his lips to hers.