The Best Man (Blue Heron #1)(98)

“She’s right,” John said after a minute. “Sorry, Levi. I just... She’s my daughter, that’s all. I want the best for her.”

“Understood.” His watch must be broken.

“So,” John continued, “who planted those chrysanthemums on your mother’s grave?”

“I did,” Honor said.

“Beautiful color, honey.” He sighed. “Hard to believe it’ll be twenty years in June.”

There was a moment of silence.

“How’s the dating going, Dad?” Jack asked.

“Since the transvestite, you mean?” he answered, which went right over Levi’s head. He supposed he should be grateful. “Well,” John continued, “I think I’ve given it a good shot, but I’m probably happier alone.”

“Oh, Dad, no! Don’t give up,” Faith said. “You said that the lady from Corning was really nice. Please give me another chance!”

“Just don’t let Lorena back in the house,” Jack said. “That woman makes my testicles retract.”

“Preach it, Uncle J.,” Ned murmured.

“I’m fine on my own,” John said. “Don’t worry, Faithie.”

“Grandpa, you live with a daughter and a housekeeper. You’re not exactly on your own,” Abby said.

“Exactly. I have Honor and Mrs. J. and all you kids.” His eyes grew distant. “Connie was the love of my life. You only get one of those, and you can’t replace it just because you want to.”

* * *

THEY WERE FINALLY ABLE to leave a decade or so later (after Jeremy had kissed Faith robustly on each cheek and hugged her. Levi was seriously considering punching him). Faith, though, had been a little...wan.

The full moon turned the landscape blue and white, casting wide shadows of the house, the trees. “Thanks for asking me to come tonight,” Levi said, holding the car door for her.

“Oh, sure,” she said. “You’re welcome. Sorry if it was...a lot.”

“It was nice,” he lied. “Did you have fun?”

“You bet.”

Seemed he wasn’t the only liar in the car. She was quiet on the short drive home, quiet as they went into the Opera House, quiet as she unlocked her door. “Do you want to come in?” she asked.

He leaned against the door frame, frowning. “Is everything okay, Faith?”

“Sure. Of course it is.” Her eyes didn’t meet his.

“Seems like something’s the matter.”

“Nope.”

Something was very much the matter. “You feel okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Have you been taking your meds?” he asked.

“Yes. Want to count them and make sure?” Her voice was sharp.

“No.” He looked at her another minute, ignoring Blue, who was nosing his leg for a little lovin’. “Maybe I should stay at my place tonight,” Levi said.

“Okay. Thanks for coming tonight. Um...sleep well.” She kissed him on the cheek and closed the door.

Well, shit. He’d screwed up somehow. Maybe he hadn’t talked enough. Maybe...he hated this next thought...maybe Jeremy was on her mind. Obviously, Jeremy wasn’t exactly a rival, but he was still her buddy, still completely at home with her family, still here if she wanted to fall asleep on his couch. Love at first sight, love of her life. You only get one of those, according to John Holland.

He went into his own apartment, which suddenly seemed very bland. Sure, he had his own family photos here and there. But he didn’t collect little treasures the way Faith did, didn’t keep too much from the past. He was a guy, after all.

A guy who was in trouble with the woman across the hall for reasons unclear to him. She’d pried some information out of him the other day up at the barn, had seemed intent on digging, and now she kinda wasn’t talking to him.

Time to bake cookies.

When Levi was little, most of their desserts had come from a Hostess box, especially after Sarah arrived on the scene. But his mother had this one recipe, and she could whip a batch together in seconds, it had seemed. Levi’s job had been to put the ingredients on the table, then stand back and watch, and maybe lick off the rubber spatula.

He took out the flour, the squares of unsweetened chocolate, sugar, vanilla. Eggs from the fridge.

A knock came on the door. He answered it, and there she was. “Hey,” he said.

“What do you know about my mom’s accident?” she asked.

He blinked. “Uh...you want to come in, Faith?” She did. “Sit down,” he said, and she obeyed, perching stiffly in the middle of the couch cushion, like she’d forgotten what a couch was for. He sat down in the chair opposite from her and leaned forward.

She didn’t look right.

“So did you ever hear anything about it?” she asked.

“Sure. The guidance counselor talked to us.”

“What did you hear?”

“Uh...he said you guys were T-boned, and your mom died right away.”

“Is that all?” Her eyes were bleak.

Levi ran a hand through his hair. “You had a seizure, right? You didn’t remember anything. The fire department had to cut you out. We weren’t supposed to bring it up.”