“That’s great.”
“I was astonished. I’ve known for some time that Dylan’s a talented artist, but I hadn’t realized he was talented enough to receive personal interaction from a prospective college.”
“Good for him.”
Sebastian unfurled the waterproof side of the blanket across a patch of grass and they stretched out side by side. The sun’s rays—and a wave of peace—seeped into Leah’s skin.
She was not someone who experienced chemistry with men or days this splendid.
Except, now, somehow ... she did?
Since she’d gained custody of Dylan, she’d only ever left him overnight with Tess and Rudy for chess tournaments or to travel as a chaperone on class trips. Perhaps she should have made an effort to get away a little bit more often. Why hadn’t she?
Because until now, she hadn’t known how freeing this would feel. Here, removed both geographically and psychologically from Dylan and her job, ropes of stress were unwinding from her.
For this one weekend, she could just be Leah. Not Leah the caretaker, teacher, grocery shopper, wage earner, or house cleaner.
She pondered the geometry of the autumn trees that formed a canopy above, then peered into the unending sky. “‘The infinite! No other question has ever moved so profoundly the spirit of man.’”
“Who are you quoting?”
“Mathematician David Hilbert. Even though we don’t know whether the universe is infinite or not, it’s certainly larger than my ability to comprehend. Every time I pause and take a moment to look—really look—into the sky, it reminds me of infinity.”
Sebastian propped up on his elbow, facing her.
Her mouth went dry because her view of him was much, much better than her prior (excellent) view of trees and sky.
His personality was both determined and good. When a determined man liked you, his affection was resolute. When a good man liked you, he tempted you to trust him. When she was with Sebastian, she felt as though she were the only thing in the world he saw or heard or cared about.
She needed to be very,verywary.
Even if she’d felt about men in the past the way she felt about Sebastian, she strongly suspected that her relationship with Sebastian would still have been a singular experience. There was nothing mundane or ordinary or predictable about him.
Her task this weekend: to enjoy his company without allowing herself to become serious about him in the detrimental way that her mom had become serious about her dad.
His position gave her an opportunity to study his masculine face, the lines of his shoulders and ribs, the way the strands of his hair fell.
She and Sebastian had both been cut off from their biological parents. Just how much of the tangible and intangiblestuffthat made them who they were had been passed to them by people who were not a part of their lives? “Did your mother have gray eyes?” she asked.
“She had blue.”
“Is there anything about your appearance that resembles hers?”
“I have the same color hair that she did. Our mouths and chins have a similar shape.”
So far, she knew only what he’d told her about his mother at the Coleman family’s barbecue. Her name had been Denise, andshe’d moved Sebastian from Chicago to Georgia. “Did your mom grow up in Chicago?”
“She was born and raised in Brooklyn, the youngest of five kids in a blue-collar family.” He picked up a persimmon-hued maple leaf and spun it by its stem. “She never talked to me much about that part of her life.”
“Why?”
“I’m guessing because those years were brutal for her. The summer after tenth grade, she took a job at a summer camp in upstate New York, and after that, she never returned to Brooklyn.”
“She moved out after tenth grade?”
“Yeah. At the end of that summer, she went home with a friend she’d made named Cassie who lived in Chicago.”
“Cassie’s parents were okay with that?”
