Leaning across her desk, he set the paperwork in front of her, his heart aching for this beautiful woman who’d allowed him to shed his well-worn cloak of regret and live in the moment for three glorious hours. “I understand where you’re at, Emily. I really do. But please, take this anyway. Pass it on to whoever it is you know that’s sick. By denying what’s going on, all you’re doing is hurting yourself and your loved one. Trust me on this.”
Then, without realizing what he was doing, he gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, the warmth of her skin beneath his hand lingering in his thoughts long after Bucket List 101 had faded from his rearview mirror.
Chapter Two
Tossing her paddle to the shore, Emily maneuvered her way out of the kayak and tugged it onto the sand, the satisfying soreness in her upper arms a welcome relief. No matter how hard she’d tried to bury herself in work the rest of the day, the images spawned by Mark’s words had risen to the surface again and again, gnawing at her convictions like a beaver hell-bent on toppling a tree. She’d resisted, of course, but the doubts had claimed a foothold, reappearing throughout the remainder of her workday.
When she’d been teaching her introduction to rock climbing course, she tried to imagine dangling over the side of a cliff in a wheelchair.
When she’d taken a call inquiring about an upcoming white-water rafting trip, she envisioned herself piercing the raft with the end of a cane.
And when she’d locked up her office for the evening and actually considered the notion of wallowing in pity from the confines of her bed, she knew she had to do something. Fast.
Now, two hours later, she felt like herself again. Ready to conquer anything and everything that crossed her path.
Raising her arms in the air, she stretched, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips as she spotted the pint-size towhead feverishly digging in the sand some thirty feet from where she stood. Curious, she closed the gap between them to take a closer look at what the child was doing.
“That’s a really nifty castle you’re building,” she said.
The little boy’s hand stilled long enough for him to look up and smile, the deep, penetrating blue of his eyes bringing a momentary hitch to her breath. “Thanks, lady.”
She forced her attention back to the castle. “I like all those turrets you built onto the corners.”
His cheeks lifted farther as he dropped his shovel in favor of directing Emily’s attention toward the tower on the back left corner of his creation. “See that one? That’s the princess’s room. She’s real nice. And this one here—” he shifted his finger to the right “—that’s where my room would be if I lived there, too.”
Dropping onto the sand beside the boy, Emily retrieved a stick from the ground and secured a nearby leaf to the top. When she was done, she spun it between her fingers while he eyed her across the top of his sand pail. “When I was little, I used to dream about living in a castle, too,” she told him. “Only instead of a princess, mine had a handsome prince who would sweep me off my feet every morning and carry me around the castle all day long.”
At the child’s giggle, she, too, cracked a smile. “That sounds funny,” he said.
“Now it does, but when I was young, I thought it sounded romantic.” Shaking her head free of the images that threatened to ruin the innocence of the moment, she poked her makeshift flag into the sand by her feet and scrunched up her face. “But don’t worry, I don’t intend to be carried around by anyone. Ever.”
The little boy rocked back on his heels, then jutted his chin in the direction of her stick creation. “That sure would look nice on my castle, don’t you think?”
She plucked it from the sand and handed it to him, the answering sparkle in his eyes warming her from head to toe. “But just because my dream was silly doesn’t mean you can’t share a castle with your princess one day. In fact, I hope you do. Dreams that come true are mighty special.”
When he’d positioned the flag just the way he wanted it, the child nodded. “I found an old tree house in the woods behind Gam’s house. I like to climb up the ladder all by myself and dream with my eyes open. That way they don’t get scary like the ones in my bed.”
She studied him for a moment, guessing him to be about four. Maybe just turned five. Either way, he was too young to be alone on the beach….
“What do you dream about in your tree house?” she asked, before squinting down the shoreline.
“Smiles. Lots and lots of smiles.”
Startled, she brought her full attention back to the little boy. “Smiles?”
He nodded. “Happy ones. Like the ones me and Daddy used to smile before my mom got sick and went up to heaven.”
Emily cast about for something to say, but he didn’t give her much of a chance.
“I want us to make great big smiles like that again one day.”
“That sounds like a special thing to dream about,” she whispered.
“It is.” Jumping to his feet, the child surveyed his castle, deeming it a success with a clap of his small hands. “Wow! This is my very bestest castle ever!”
She swung her focus out toward the water and noted the absence of any swimmers or fellow boaters in their immediate vicinity. “You seem awfully little to be out here by yourself.”
“I’m not by myself. I’m with my dad.” Shooting a pudgy index finger over Emily’s shoulder, he pointed toward a man fishing from a line of rocks that led into the lake some twenty or so yards away. “See? He’s right there. Fishing.”
Shielding the last of the sun’s rays from her eyes, she strained to make out the outline standing on the rocks—the tall stature, the broad shoulders, the gray T-shirt and black shorts, the brown hair …
No. It couldn’t be.
She looked back at the boy. “That man over there is your dad?”
“Yupper doodle.” He dropped to a squat and stuck his finger in the sand. Then, slowly but surely, he drew a snake that nearly reached her toes. “My daddy is so smart he taught me how to make my name. See?”
Stepping back, she looked again at the wiggly line and recognized it as an S. Three additional letters later, he was done. “Your name is Seth?”
“Yupper doodle.” His broad smile reached his bright blue eyes.
His Ocean Wave Blue eyes …
She glanced from Seth to the man and back again, the confirmation she sought virtually certain. But still, she asked, “Do you know your last name, Seth?”
“Of course I do, silly. But I can’t write that name yet. It’s too big and kinda tricky. Especially the first letter.” Seth cupped his left hand to the side of his mouth and tipped his head upward. “Gam says I just need to pretend the circle at the top changed its mind and is runnin’ away from the line.”
Squatting down beside the boy, she left a space between Seth’s efforts and her own, talking him through the letter he’d just described. When she was done, she nudged her chin in its direction. “Is this the letter?”
“Yupper doodle.” He leaped to his feet and came to stand on the opposite side of Emily. “R for R-R-R-Reynolds!”
MARK CRANKED THE REEL slowly, hoping the slight movement would be enough to capture the attention of even one member of the fish population that inhabited Lake Winoka. If it did, at least he’d have something else to think about besides Emily Todd.
From the moment he’d left Bucket List 101, his thoughts