16 Lighthouse Road - Debbie Macomber [120]
“I understand you two know each other from high school.”
Seth didn’t seem too interested in answering.
“We were friends even before that,” she murmured.
“Did you enjoy the reunion?” Warren asked, directing his question to Seth.
“Parts of it.” His gaze burned into Justine’s. “I understand congratulations are in order. Justine told me she’s agreed to be your wife.”
Warren’s arm tightened around her shoulders, as if to tell her how pleased he was. Then—pretending he knew—he said expansively, “That’s right. As you can imagine, I’m a happy man.” He threw Justine a bold smile.
“A lucky one,” Seth added without emotion.
“But not a selfish one,” Warren said, not quite under his breath.
Justine pressed her hand against his arm, fearing what he seemed about to say.
“What do you mean?”
“Warren, I think it’s time we had dinner,” Justine said, eager to end this conversation.
“Not quite yet.”
“Warren, please.”
“In a minute,” he said a little more firmly. “I can see what’s happening between you two,” Warren went on.
“Not a damn thing, I can assure you,” Seth informed him stiffly.
“Maybe. I’m not here to judge. I know how Justine feels about you, Gunderson. She’s got the hots for you.”
“Don’t do this,” she pleaded.
Seth frowned, his face darkening.
“You aren’t any better at hiding your feelings than she is,” Warren continued. “Well, more power to you.”
“Justine’s already agreed to marry you,” Seth reminded him.
“True, but we both know she’s more woman than an old guy like me can handle.”
“Oh, God.” Never in all her life had Justine been so humiliated, so embarrassed. She tried to leave the booth, but with Warren on one side and Seth on the other, she couldn’t escape.
Seth leapt out of the booth as if it’d suddenly caught fire. “I’ve heard enough of this conversation to know I’m unwilling to listen to any more.”
“Don’t be hasty,” Warren said with a congenial laugh. “I’m just trying to show you both how open-minded I am. If you want Justine, you can have her with my blessing.”
Seth’s earlier look of contempt didn’t compare to the one he cast Justine now. Contempt…and pity.
“I’m afraid you’re mistaken,” he said, slamming down his beer. “I have no interest in Justine.” Then he walked out of the lounge, not sparing her so much as a backward glance.
Nineteen
Cecilia felt the joy, anticipation and excitement as Navy wives and families crowded the pier, awaiting their husbands and fathers. She had truly become one of those wives. She stood with Cathy, who was obviously pregnant now. They held on to each other, fearful of being separated in the large group. In some ways, Cathy was like the sister she’d never had. She hoped that the bond they’d built in the past months would continue for a lifetime. Her friend had taught her so much about courage and hope. Lessons Cecilia had carried with her ever since the accident on the John F. Reynolds.
“I think I see Andrew,” Cathy shouted.
Andrew Lackey stepped off the gangplank and peered expectantly around. Cathy shrieked and ran toward him, arms flung wide. Andrew caught her around the waist and half lifted her from the ground. As they kissed, Cathy threw her arms around her husband’s neck.
Feeling a bit awkward watching them, Cecilia looked away, hoping to catch sight of Ian. Her heart sank; he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Glancing back at her friend, Cecilia felt tears in her eyes as Andrew flattened his hand against Cathy’s belly. Standing where she was, Cecilia could feel his relief and his sheer happiness that this pregnancy was secure. The most dangerous months had passed, and although there were no guarantees, a miscarriage was far less likely now. The doctors were pleased with the way the pregnancy was progressing.
Then all at once Cecilia saw Ian. He paused at the top of the gangplank and scanned the crowd, searching for her.
“Ian!” she shouted and her arms shot into the air to attract