The Best of Me - Nicholas Sparks [30]
They talked on into the night, the stars blurring through the kitchen window. The breeze picked up, moving through the leaves on the trees like rolling ocean waves. The wine bottle was empty and Amanda was feeling warm and relaxed. Dawson brought the dishes to the sink and they stood next to each other as Dawson washed while she dried. Every now and then, she’d catch him studying her as he passed her one of the dishes, and though in many ways a lifetime had elapsed in the years they had been apart, she had the uncanny feeling that they’d never lost contact at all.
When they finished in the kitchen, Dawson motioned toward the back door. “Do you still have a few minutes?”
Amanda glanced at her watch, and though she knew she probably should go, she found herself saying, “Okay. Just a few.”
Dawson held the door open and she slipped past him, descending the creaking wooden steps. The moon had finally crested, lending the landscape a strange and exotic beauty. Silvery dew blanketed the ground cover, dampening the open toes of her shoes, and the smell of pine was heavy in the air. They walked side by side, the sound of their footfalls lost among the song of crickets and the whispering of the leaves.
Near the bank, an ancient oak spread its low-hanging limbs, the image reflecting on the water. The river had washed away part of the bank, making the limbs almost impossible to reach without getting wet, and they stopped. “That’s where we used to sit,” he said.
“It was our spot,” she said. “Especially after I had an argument with my parents.”
“Wait. You argued with your parents back then?” Dawson feigned amazement. “It wasn’t about me, was it?”
She nudged him with her shoulder. “Funny guy. But anyway, we used to climb up and you’d put your arm around me and I’d cry and yell and you’d just let me rant about how unfair it all was until I finally calmed down. I was pretty dramatic back then, wasn’t I?”
“Not that I noticed.”
She stifled a laugh. “Do you remember how the mullets used to jump? At times, there were so many it was like they were putting on a show.”
“I’m sure they’ll be jumping tonight.”
“I know, but it won’t be the same. When we came out here, I needed to see them. It was like they always knew that I needed something special to make me feel better.”
“I thought I was the one who made you feel better.”
“It was definitely the mullets,” she teased.
He smiled. “Did you and Tuck ever come down here?”
She shook her head. “The slope was a little too steep for him. But I did. Or I tried, anyway.”
“What does that mean?”
“I guess I wanted to know if this place would still feel the same to me, but I didn’t even get this far. It’s not like I saw or heard anything on the way down here, but I got to thinking that anyone could be out in the woods, and my imagination just… ran away with me. I realized I was all alone, and if something happened there wouldn’t be anything I could do. So I turned around and went back inside and I never came down here again.”
“Until now.”
“I’m not alone.” She studied the eddies in the water, hoping a mullet would jump, but there was nothing. “It’s hard to believe it’s been as long as it has,” she murmured. “We were so young.”
“Not too young.” His voice was quiet, yet strangely certain.
“We were kids, Dawson. It didn’t seem that way at the time, but when you become a parent, your perspective changes. I mean, Lynn is seventeen, and I can’t imagine her feeling the way I did back then. She doesn’t even have a boyfriend. And if she was sneaking out her bedroom window in the middle of the night, I’d probably act the same way my parents did.”
“If you didn’t like the boyfriend, you mean?”
“Even if I thought he was perfect for her.” She turned to face him. “What were we thinking?”
“We weren’t,” he said. “We