Unexpectedly, out of nowhere, fear swept through Faith. They probably wouldn’t be back all together as a family like this again. Nan wouldn’t plan another trip at her age, and they all lived so far away from each other. In a week’s time, she’d leave and they’d all go back to their own lives. She wouldn’t be back to see Jake, she wouldn’t have the cottage, and she wouldn’t have this time with her family.
They stayed on the island the rest of the afternoon until evening set in and they all started to get hungry. Faith had asked Nan several times if she was getting uncomfortable, but she’d waved her off, telling her she was just fine. As they loaded everything into the boat, Isabella, wearing her life jacket, curled up on a towel on the floor, her eyes so heavy she could hardly keep them open. Her mom, who’d taken a seat by Jake on the way there, sat down next to Nan, leaving the only open seat in front. Faith sat in the bucket seat at the bow, up front with Jake, everyone else behind them.
As Jake steered the boat, the water spraying up on either side of it, Faith looked out at their gorgeous surroundings. What would this vacation have been like without Jake around? While the cottage was beautiful and the beach was still wonderful, their days would have been a lot less exciting. When she thought back to this vacation years later, she was certain that he would be a part of those memories. They’d just sort of fallen together. How odd it was that it even happened. Never before had she met someone like that. While they had their differences and disagreements, she couldn’t imagine having spent the week with anyone else. He’d made it perfect. Did he have this sort of chemistry with everyone? She was sure he got along with everyone, and he was easy to befriend, but for her, there was something more about him, something that would make her very sad when they had to leave.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked over the sound of the engine and the sea.
“Oh, nothing.” She didn’t know if she should tell Jake about her thoughts. She was worried her growing feelings for him might slip out and he’d made it clear that he didn’t want to be anything more than friends. But then she thought about her own advice to Casey. After a few silent minutes of deliberation, she said, “It’s awfully nice, what you’ve done for us this week—the boat rides, fishing, the lighthouse, the party… You know, since we’re just renters.”
He smiled, as if she’d said something that amused him. The setting sun gave his skin a warm glow. “I enjoy your family,” he said with a smile. Then, he looked back out at the ocean, and she wondered as the smile faded to contentment, whathemight be thinking about. Had they affected him? Had they even put one little seed of doubt in his head about his plans? Would he miss them as much as she’d miss him? The more she pondered that thought, the more she worried.
When they got back to the dock, Jake scooped Isabella—now asleep—off the boat floor and carried her to the car. Gently, he set her in the seat and fastened the seatbelt around her. Nan had seemed stiff as she walked, and Faith knew how much of a toll that boat ride had probably put on her joints and muscles, but she didn’t say a word as she bent in to get into the car. The trip had put a new shine in Nan’s eyes. It was special for her and it was nice for Faith to share that with her.
“Thank you, Jake,” she said from her seat. “That was lovelier than I could have imagined.”
“You’re welcome,” he said.
Faith got in the other side and shut the door.
“Still up for seeing that band tonight at Sunset Grille?” he said, leaning into the car slightly to make eye contact.
Faith nodded. She was exhausted, and the sun had taken all the energy right out of her, but she wasn’t going to say “no” no matter the cost. Being with Jake had given her loads of great memories and she didn’t want to miss out on making more.
“I’ll pick you up in about an hour.” He shut the door gently. Faith waved to him. Her mom and Casey said their goodbyes, and with Jake in their rearview mirror, they pulled off down the road.
Faith had showered and gotten ready to meet Jake, and she came into the kitchen to find her mom and Casey. She sat down at the table. Her mom, who hadn’t heard about Faith’s phone call to Scott or Casey’s text, sat, riveted, as Casey told her everything, and what had transpired.
Casey checked her phone. “Nothing,” she said. “I know he’s seen it.” She opened the text message to check once more, and then closed it. “How could he not respond at all?”
“It seems awfully odd for Scott,” her mom said. “Should Faith try to call him again?”
“No!” Casey nearly yelled. She got quiet and looked back at Isabella’s bedroom door—she was still sound asleep, and Casey was clearly worried she’d woken her. “Look, he knows. He knows, and he chose not to respond. His silence is loud and clear.”
“You’re doing it again,” Faith said, frustration rising in her veins. “Work for him, Casey. Show him that you’re willing to work for him. Tell him until he’s tired of hearing it. He’s had silence for too long. Fill every moment with words now. Words that tell him what he means to you.”
Casey sat for a moment, processing Faith’s words. Faith knew it was hard for her sister, and she needed a little push. Faith slid the phone in front of her. With a quiet breath, Casey picked up the phone and dialed his number. It was so quiet, Faith could hear the pulses as the phone rang his line. It rang. And rang. Then, Scott’s voice.
“Voicemail,” Casey said, disappointed.
“Leave a message.” Faith didn’t just tell her, she directed her.
“Scott. It’s me. I just want to tell you how much I miss you,” her voice broke, and she coughed and then swallowed. “I love you so much. I’m sorry I wasn’t better at being your wife. I’m not perfect… Please call me,” she said in a small voice, and then hung up. The phone sat, dark, on the table as they waited for some kind of response. Faith stared at it, willing it to light up for her sister’s sake.
“What if his phone is broken?” her mom said, struggling for some explanation, obviously. Both girls gave her a doubtful look and she shook her head. With a deep breath, she said, “No matter what, we girls stick together. We’ve always been close. The last few years have been an exception. Let’s just help each other out.”
Their mom was right. She’d probably want her girls around as Nan aged. Her care would get harder and harder. Casey—even though she’d deny it—would need people around her as she dealt with her divorce. But Faith… Did Faith need anyone? She would’ve sworn she didn’t before coming to the beach house this summer, but now, after only a week, she realized she did need them. She needed them because she loved them, and they made her life fuller.
“Let’s take our minds off all this,” her mom said. “You know what we should do? Something nice for Jake. He’s done so much since we’ve gotten here, and he didn’t need to do any of it. What can we do for him?”
Faith knew her mother was right, but, selfishly, she was just excited at the thought of having yet one more excuse to see him after tonight. “I’ll help you plan something tomorrow morning,” she said. Then, she got up and patted her sister on the shoulder. “I’m going to wait for Jake on the porch.”
“You really want to see this band?” Jake asked as he drove toward Duck.
“Yes.”
“Have you ever heard of them before?”
“Nope.”
