The Rescue - Nicholas Sparks [96]
“See what I mean?” Melissa said, nodding as if her point had been proven. “Rocket scientists.”
“C’mon, Taylor,” Mitch said, pretending to be offended. “We don’t need to put up with this. We’re better than that.”
“Good. Go be better while you clean the grill.”
Mitch and Taylor rose from the table, leaving Denise and Melissa alone. Denise was still laughing as they headed toward the grill.
“Now how long have you two been married?”
“Twelve years. It only seems like twenty.”
Melissa winked, and all Denise could do was wonder why it suddenly seemed as if she’d known her forever.
“So how did you two meet?” Denise asked.
“At a party in college. The first time I ever saw him, Mitch was balancing a bottle of beer on his forehead while trying to cross the room. If he could do it without spilling it, he’d win fifty bucks.”
“Did he make it?”
“No, he ended up soaked from head to toe. But it was obvious he didn’t take himself too seriously. And after some of the other guys I dated, I guess that’s what I was looking for. We started dating, and a couple of years later, we got married.”
She looked toward her husband, obvious affection in her eyes.
“He’s a good guy. I think I’ll keep him.”
“So how was it down in the Croatan?”
When Joe had asked for volunteers to fight the forest fire a few weeks earlier, only Taylor had raised his hand. Mitch had simply shaken his head when Taylor had asked him to come along.
What Taylor didn’t know was that Mitch had learned exactly what had happened. Joe had called Mitch in confidence, telling him that Taylor had nearly been killed when the fire suddenly closed in around him. Had it not been for a slight shift in the wind, which cleared enough smoke for Taylor to find his way out, he would have been dead. His latest brush with death hadn’t surprised Mitch at all.
Taylor took a drink of his beer, his eyes clouding with the memory.
“Pretty hairy at times—you know how those fires are. But luckily no one got hurt.”
Yes, lucky. Again.
“Nothing else?”
“Not really,” he said, downplaying any hint of danger. “But you should have come along. We could have used more men out there.”
Mitch shook his head as he reached for the grate on the grill. He began to work the scraper back and forth.
“No, that’s for you young guys. I’m getting too old for things like that.”
“I’m older than you are, Mitch.”
“Sure, if you think of it just in terms of numbers. But I’m like an old man compared to you. I have progeny.”
“Progeny?”
“Crossword puzzle word. It means I have children.”
“I know what it means.”
“Well, then you also know that I can’t just up and leave anymore. Now that the boys are getting bigger, it’s not fair to Melissa if I head out of town for things like that. I mean, if there’s a problem here, that’s one thing. But I’m not going to search them out. Life’s too short for that.”
Taylor reached for a rag and handed it to Mitch to wipe the scraper.
“You’re still going to give it up?”
“Yep. A few more months and then that’s it.”
“No regrets?”
“None.” Mitch paused before going on. “You know, you might want to consider giving it up, too,” he added conversationally.
“I’m not gonna quit, Mitch,” Taylor said, dismissing the idea immediately. “I’m not like you. I’m not afraid of what might happen.”
“You should be.”
“That’s how you see it.”
“Maybe so,” Mitch said, speaking calmly. “But it’s true. If you really care about Denise and Kyle, you gotta start putting them first, like I put my family first. What we do is dangerous, no matter how careful we are, and it’s a risk that we don’t have to take. We’ve been lucky more than a few times.” He was silent as he set the scraper aside. Then his eyes met Taylor’s.
“You know what it’s like to grow up without a father. Would you want to do that to Kyle?”
Taylor stiffened. “Christ, Mitch . . .”
Mitch raised his hands to stop Taylor from continuing. “Before you start calling me names, it’s something I had to say. Ever since that night on the bridge . . . and then again in the Croatan. Yeah, I know about that, too, and it doesn’t give me warm