The Summer Getaway: A Novel(60)
She pulled a huge bag out from the tiny cabin, then hooked the sail to the mast, pulled it up and tied it off. The boat jumped forward and started to lean. Wind caught the sail, billowing it out.
“Watch your head,” she said, raising her voice to be heard. “We’re going to come about. I’ll give you two seconds warning, then duck and shift to the other side.”
“You mean move seats?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Why?”
“Now. Duck and move.”
He dropped to his knees so the boom swung over his head. He scrambled to the other side. Robyn joined him, hanging on to the tiller and the line controlling the jib. She let it out a little more, and the boat leaned into the wind, the far side dipping perilously close to the water.
He wanted to ask what happened if they went in, but decided he didn’t want to know. Instead he watched Robyn, obviously in control and enjoying herself. If she wasn’t worried, he wasn’t.
She scooted closer, then handed him the line. “Hold on tight. I want you to see what happens when you draw in the line versus letting it go. You can feel the difference in how the boat moves.”
He did as she suggested, feeling the response in the sail and the movement of the boat. A wave doused them with cold water. The rope slipped, but he didn’t let go.
They sat like that for a long time. He could see other boats in the distance and to the east, the shoreline. Once he thought he spotted Lillian’s house, but that could have been a trick of the light. After a while, Robyn had them shift to the other side as they circled through the ocean. The sun moved across the sky, marking time, but he could have stayed out here forever.
Eventually she took down the jib and stuffed it into the cabin. The boat immediately slowed and righted itself. Robyn handed him a bottle of water.
“Hungry?”
“I’ll wait.”
She sat across from him, one hand on the tiller. “How’s your stomach?”
“Pretty good, but I don’t want to test it.”
“Smart. I have very thick pork chops marinating back home. I was thinking baked potatoes and fresh tomatoes from the garden.”
His mouth watered. “I could eat that.”
“Good. Being on the water always makes me hungry. I like to think I burn enough calories that I can afford the big dinner.”
“You worry about your weight?”
“Worry is strong. I think about it.”
“Then you have no idea how good you look.”
The words fell out before he could stop them. Her gaze met his.
“I could say the same about you.”
Holy shit! Had she really said that? Had she meant it? She thought he was...what? Interesting? Sexy? Or simply not hideous?
She looked past him to the horizon. “I love it out here. When my kids were young, we’d go sailing. Just the three of us.” Her mouth turned down. “My ex isn’t into sailing as a sport. Oh, he charters them and has crew for the bigger sailboats, but it’s not his thing. He’s into getting there fast.”
“Physically and metaphorically?”
She laughed. “Exactly.” The humor faded. “Austin’s having a sucky summer with his dad. I’m not sure what he expected from the job, but he’s definitely not happy. He’s not saying much, but I can tell.”
“And Harlow? Are you two speaking yet?”
“We’ve exchanged a few greetings. She says everything is fine, but I worry.”
“You’re a good mom.”
“I hope so. I’ve made mistakes. When Harlow had leukemia, it was a terrifying time. She knew she was sick, but we didn’t tell her that it was really serious.”
“As in she could die?”
Robyn nodded. “We wanted to protect her and thought telling her the truth would scare her.”
“Makes sense.”
“Maybe, but it was a flawed plan. What we didn’t know was that her best friend was a smart little girl who knew how to look up information. When Enid came to visit Harlow, she knew the risks. Somehow they got talking about it, and Harlow discovered the truth.”
He winced. “That couldn’t have gone well.”
“It didn’t. We felt awful, Enid was devastated, and I’d never seen Harlow that mad. She felt we’d betrayed her. It took her a long time to get over that, and she still has a thing about lies of omission.”
“Understandable. How much do you beat yourself up over that?”
“I’ve let it go.”
He looked at her. “It’s just me and the seagulls. You can tell us the truth.”
He thought she might resent the implication that she was lying, but instead she sighed. “You’re right. I blame myself, and I wonder about the emotional scars left behind. The cancer was tough enough. What if we made it worse?”
“You did what you thought was right. You had the best of intentions.”
“The road to hell and all that?”
He shrugged. “When you knew better, you did better.”
“You’re quoting Maya Angelou to me?”
“I’m a man of many depths.”
She laughed. “You are and I like that.”
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