16 Lighthouse Road - Debbie Macomber [100]
There was a reason for Eric’s reactions. He couldn’t father children, due to the massive doses of drugs he’d been given as a child, and had never gotten around to telling Shirley…or Shelly, who apparently wanted a family. The conversation had ended on that sour note, and Jack hadn’t called him since.
He would soon enough, but he needed to give Eric time to forgive him for his careless remark. He longed to forge a path to his son, not destroy the fragile groundwork that had painstakingly been laid.
“Dinner will be ready in half an hour,” Peggy said, leaving the two of them. She returned a moment later, carrying out a large salad.
“Let me help,” Jack said.
“Nonsense.” Peggy waved aside his offer. “You two play cribbage. Bob’s been looking forward to it all day.”
Jack was more than willing to comply. Bob had the cribbage board set up on the table, and Jack sat down opposite him, his back to the sea. He didn’t want to be distracted. Bob was a good player, quick and decisive, and Jack needed all his wits about him.
“Is Peggy all right?” Jack asked after Bob had dealt the first hand.
Bob put aside the deck and reached for the seven cards. “What makes you ask?”
Jack wasn’t sure. Peggy was as warm and welcoming as ever, but he sensed that something was troubling her.
Although he appeared to be studying his cards, Bob had the look of a man deep in thought.
“That bad?” Jack teased.
Bob frowned in confusion.
“The cards,” Jack explained.
“No, no.” His smile seemed forced.
Jack set his cards aside. “Everything’s all right with you and Peg, isn’t it?” he asked, his voice worried.
“After thirty-two years, it should be, don’t you think?”
“You never know.” He desperately wanted evidence of one solid marriage, just to prove it was still possible in these days of easy divorce. One marriage that could survive a crisis… He thought of his ex-wife—and he thought of Olivia. He’d never wanted a woman with the intensity he wanted her. He—
“Jack?” Bob’s voice broke his concentration.
He glanced up.
“Are you going to stare at your cards all night or are you going to discard?”
“Discard.”
“Something on your mind?” Bob asked.
“Like what?” Jack said.
Bob grinned, obviously a man capable of reading all the signs. “Like Olivia.”
Jack gave an exaggerated shrug. “That readable, am I?”
Bob chuckled. “No more readable than Peg and me.”
“Nothing wrong, is there?” He didn’t mean to belabor the point, but the thought of problems between Bob and Peggy depressed him. They were the one couple he knew who’d found happiness and clung to it through all the years, both good and bad.
“We’re fine. What about you?”
“I’m okay, just a bit disappointed.”
“Olivia?”
Jack nodded, and nothing more was said.
They finished the first game, and by then Peggy had dinner dished up and ready to serve. Good food and good friends. It was the best meal he’d had in weeks, but Jack decided that the company was even more satisfying than the food.
The accident aboard the John F. Reynolds made headlines on the national news for several days. Cecilia was in daily contact with Ian. Some days she couldn’t get to a computer, so she wrote out her thoughts. These letters would take a week or longer to reach him, but Ian said he enjoyed hearing from her in any form.
With finals in only two classes, Cecilia had one day in which she didn’t have to be in school. Since she wasn’t scheduled to work until late afternoon, she decided to celebrate and made plans to spend the morning with Cathy.
After examining her at the Navy Hospital, the attending physician had told Cathy that the pregnancy was safe but suggested she quit her job as a cashier at the local grocery. Being on her feet for an eight-hour shift wasn’t good for her or the baby. Not wanting to take any chances, Cathy had immediately handed in her notice.
When Cecilia arrived at her friend’s duplex, she discovered that Carol Greendale had stopped by, too. Cecilia almost changed her mind and turned around. Almost. Carol’s little girl was just