That Summer Thing

“What’s wrong?” Beth asked, hearing his unsuccessful attempts to get the boat running.

“I’m not sure, but I’m going to find out.” With that he got up out of his chair and headed outside. Beth and Nathan followed him, watching as he lifted a hatch in the deck.

“Well?” she asked when he didn’t volunteer any information.

“I need my tools.” He retrieved a gray metal box from the storage closet and again bent over the hatch. It only took him a few minutes to find the problem.

“Do you know what’s wrong?” she asked when he straightened.

“We’re out of gas,” he announced.

She didn’t believe him. “You’re joking, right?”

“Nope.”

“How could we run out of gas?” she demanded.

Charlie said nothing, just let the hatch door slam shut.

“You didn’t answer my question. How could we run out of gas? Didn’t you check the gauge before you left Riverbend?” She was drilling him as if he was her employee, not the co-owner of the boat.

“The fuel gauge says we have a full tank,” he informed her.

She frowned. “So what are you saying? That the gauge isn’t registering?”

“Bingo,” he retorted, wiping his hands on a cloth rag. “There’s probably a short in the wiring.”

“Does that mean we’re stuck here?” Nathan wanted to know.

Beth answered before Charlie could. “We’re not stuck anywhere. I have my cell phone in my purse. I’ll call for help.”

“And who are you going to call?” Charlie wanted to know. “Ed?”

“He must know someone who could bring us gas.”

“I’m sure he does, but it’s not necessary,” Charlie told her. “This is a public waterway and it’s Saturday morning. I’m sure a boat will come by sooner or later.”

“That may be, but I’d rather not wait to find out,” she said, then disappeared inside.

As she walked away, there was only one thought going through Charlie’s mind. Time had been damn good to Beth’s body.

BETH FELT WEAK and her hands were shaking by the time she reached the narrow confines of the lower cabin. She collapsed on the bed and took several deep breaths, hoping her stomach would quit acting as if it were moving independently of the rest of her body.

Yet how could it when Charlie was here on her boat? Correction. On their boat. She was stranded in the middle of the Sycamore River with her ex-husband.

No wonder her stomach felt so unsettled. It had been a shock to see him again—a shock that was intensified by the discovery that he had a son.

When Ed had told her Charlie had never remarried, she’d assumed that meant he had no children. Why should she think any differently? Charlie had always been a man of principle. After all, when he’d found out their one night together had resulted in an unplanned pregnancy, he had married her, saying he would always do the right thing when it came to kids.

But they hadn’t had a child. The thought sent a sharp pain through her chest. She bit down on her lower lip, forcing the memory from her mind.

“No. I will not think about what happened between us, Charlie Callahan,” she said aloud. “I won’t go there.”

She couldn’t go there because she knew if she did, it would be like opening the lid of a jack-in-the-box and the pain she’d managed to bury for so long would pop right up in her face. She pulled off her pajamas and tossed them aside, hoping she could discard the memories with them.

Living in Iowa had made it easy to forget that she’d been married and divorced. No one there knew Charlie, and she had little contact with anyone in Riverbend. Leaving for college had given her the opportunity for a fresh start, a chance to forget the painful past and begin a new life.

Now she was back and her new life felt threatened. Would she be able to pretend Charlie Callahan didn’t exist? That they hadn’t been married?

Thanks to Abraham Steele, it wasn’t going to be easy, but she’d figure out a way to do just that. It would help if she felt nothing for him. She’d hoped that when the day finally came that she did see him again, she would be indifferent toward him. Now that day was here, and it was as if all those years spent learning to live with her mistakes had been stripped away. Instead of a responsible mature adult, she was once more a vulnerable teenager.

It didn’t help that he’d stood before her shirtless, his tanned flesh bulging with muscles strengthened by years of construction work.

As a kid he’d been lean. Even when the other guys who were River Rats had begun spending a lot of time after school in the weight room, Charlie hadn’t cared about building muscles.

And it hadn’t mattered to the girls of Riverbend, either. Charlie was cool. And fun to be with. His popularity had little to do with the size of his biceps. Every kid at Riverbend High knew that Charlie’s appeal was in his personality.

As Beth dressed, she tried not to think about the good times. She needed to remember that they had come with a price. But suddenly all the years she’d spent pretending she’d never been married evaporated as quickly as puddles in the sun.

Her marriage was no longer conveniently buried deep in the cellar of her mind. Its memories were right up front, pushing their way into her thoughts, begging her to remember that Charlie was her first love.

She took a deep breath and willed her body to be calm. She couldn’t think about the past. Not now. She needed to call Ed so she could get off this boat as soon as possible.

It was a good thing she’d brought her cell phone along, she thought, turning it on. In the right-hand corner, a light glowed, indicating the battery was low. She punched in Ed’s number, hoping there was enough of a charge left for her to complete the call, but she was out of luck.

With a frustrated sigh, she tossed the phone aside. She was stuck here with Charlie.

“Damn.”

If only she didn’t have to go back up on deck and see him. Time was supposed to heal all wounds, so why did seeing him again affect her this way? It had to be the shock, she told herself.

Theirs was an awkward situation, but she’d get through it. And as soon as she was back in Riverbend, she’d make sure their paths didn’t cross the remainder of her stay. No matter what Ed advised her, she would get rid of her share of the houseboat in the fastest way possible.

And as for those painful memories…she’d locked them away once before. She could do it again. She just needed to get away from Charlie Callahan.

BETH WASN’T GONE LONG, and judging by the frown on her face when she returned, she hadn’t gotten the answer she’d expected from her brother.

“Did you talk to Ed?” Charlie asked as she stepped outside into the sunshine. She’d changed into a pair of jean shorts and a yellow top that clung as closely to her curves as the pajamas had.

“My phone isn’t working,” she said, averting her eyes. “Battery’s low. So now what do we do?”

“I told you. We wait for a boat to come by.” With effort, Charlie tried not to notice how the fabric stretched across her breasts.

“Can’t you use the radio?”

“I’m not calling for someone to come give us gas when we’re in the middle of the river on a beautiful sunny day. This isn’t an emergency situation,” he told her.

“So how long do you plan to wait before you consider it an emergency?” she asked tartly.