“This one.” He cradled the hammerhead shark the way other kids might cradle a kitten.
“Smile!” Lucy took a picture of him holding up his shark like it was flying. Then he threw his arms around her neck and clung to her tightly.She hugged him back, just as hard. He smelled like No More Tears baby shampoo, her favorite scent in the world.
“I gotta go,” she whispered.
Christopher pulled away and smiled bravely. “Good luck.”
“I’ll need it.” She held his face in her hands, met his eyes. “I’ll text Mrs. Bailey when I can, and she can give you messages from me. Okay?”
“Okay.” He nodded. Then he said softly, “I’ll try to answer if you call me.”
“You will? You don’t have to do that. I can send messages. And I’ll definitely bring you Mr. Masterson’s autograph.”
“And the book?”
Now it was her turn to smile bravely. “You know, there’s a chance I may not win it. Four people are competing.”
“I wished for you to win it.”
“That should do it then.” She gave him a last hug, told him she loved him, and then as if ripping off a Band-Aid fast, she got out of the car, hugged Theresa, and took her suitcase.
“Knock ’em dead,” Theresa said. “Don’t let anyone intimidate you. You’re a kindergarten TA. You can handle that? You can handleanything.”
Lucy blew Christopher one last kiss. He waved out the window the entire time the car was in view.
She took a deep breath and headed into the airport. It had been several years since she’d taken a trip by plane, or any trips at all. She wasreallygoing back to Clock Island. She still couldn’t quite believe it.
By the time she got through security and reached her gate, it was nearly time to start boarding. She anxiously paced, trying to get her nervous energy out before she had to sit for six straight hours. At first, she didn’t feel her phone vibrating in the back pocket of her jeans. It stopped and then started again. She pulled it out and saw someone was calling from Maine, an unknown number.
This past week she’d answered every call she’d gotten from an unknown number in case it was Jack Masterson’s people calling.
Trying to sound adult, detached, and professional, she said, “This is Lucy Hart.”
There was a brief pause before the person on the other end spoke.
“Hey, Goose.”
Lucy knew that voice. She knew that voice and hated that voice. Her blood went cold.
“Sean? What…Why are you calling me?”
“Heard a rumor you were coming back to Portland for a few days. Congrats, by the way. On this contest thing, I mean. What’s that all about anyway?”
She took a deep breath. “You can google it,” she said.
Her ex-boyfriend was the last person on the planet she wanted to talk to right now. Actually, no. He was the second-to-last person in the world she wanted to talk to. Her sister, Angie, would be first, but Sean was a close second.
“Why don’t you tell me? Sounds fun.” Once upon a time, she thought this man hung the moon in the sky just for her. Now she knew he hung the moon in the sky because he wanted her to see how handsome he looked in the moonlight.
“I’m about to board. What do you want, Sean? Seriously.”
“Come on, Goose. Don’t be like that. I know things ended badly between us. Mostly my fault, but we’re both grown-ups. Let’s act like it and let it go.”
Mostly his fault?Mostly?
There was no point getting angry at him. Anger was a form of attention, and he fed off attention like plants on sunlight.
“What can I do for you, Sean?” she said as calmly as she could, though her eyes kept darting to the gate agent, praying they would start boarding soon.
