But because they didn’t see each other very often, their relationship had more ups and downs than either of them had experienced before. Since everything felt right when they were together, everything felt wrong when they weren’t. Garrett, especially, found himself struggling with the distance between them. Usually the good feelings he’d had when they saw each other lasted for a few days afterward, but then he’d find himself growing depressed as he anticipated the weeks before he saw her again.
Of course, he wanted them to spend more time together than was possible. Now that summer had passed, it was easier for him to get away than it was for her. Even with most of the employees gone, there wasn’t much to do around the shop. But Theresa’s schedule was completely different, if only because of Kevin. He was in school again, he had tournaments on the weekends, and it was difficult for her to break away, even for a few days. Although Garrett was willing to visit Boston to see her more often, Theresa simply didn’t have the time. More than once he’d suggested another trip up to see her, but for one reason or another, it hadn’t worked out.
True, he knew there were couples who faced living situations more difficult than theirs. His father told him stories of how he and his mother hadn’t spoken for months at a time. He’d gone to Korea and spent two years with the marines, and when times were tough in the shrimping business, he used to find work with passing freighters on their way to South America. Sometimes those trips lasted months. The only thing his parents had during those times were letters, which were infrequent at best. Garrett and Theresa had something less difficult, but that still didn’t make it easy.
He knew the distance between them was a problem, but it didn’t seem as if it were going to change anytime in the near future. As he saw it, there were only two solutions—he could move, or she could move. No matter how he looked at it—and no matter how much they cared for each other—it always came down to one of those two choices.
Deep down, he suspected that Theresa was having the same thoughts he was, which was why neither of them wanted to talk about it. It seemed easier not to bring it up, since it would mean starting down a path that neither was sure they wanted to follow.
One of them was going to have to change his or her life dramatically.
But which one?
He had his own business in Wilmington, the kind of life he wanted to live, the only life he knew how to live. Boston was nice to visit, but it wasn’t home. He’d never even contemplated living somewhere else. And then there was his father—he was getting up in years, and despite the strong exterior, his age was catching up with him and Garrett was all he had.
On the other hand, Theresa had strong ties to Boston. Though her parents lived elsewhere, Kevin was in a school he liked, she had a blossoming career with a major newspaper, and she had a network of friends she’d have to leave. She’d worked hard to get where she was, and if she left Boston, she’d probably have to give it up. Would she be able to do that without resenting him for what he’d made her do?
Garrett didn’t want to think about it. Instead he focused on the fact that he loved Theresa, clinging to the belief that if they were meant to be together, they would find a way to do it.
Deep down, however, he knew it wasn’t going to be that easy, and not just because of the distance between them. After he’d returned from his second trip to Boston, he had a picture of Theresa enlarged and framed. He set it on the bedstand opposite Catherine’s picture, but despite his feelings for Theresa, it seemed out of place in his bedroom. A few days later he moved the picture across the room, but it still didn’t help. Wherever he put it, it seemed to him as if Catherine’s eyes would follow it. This is ridiculous, he told himself after moving it yet again. Nonetheless he found himself finally slipping Theresa’s picture into the drawer and reaching for Catherine’s instead. Sighing, he sat on the bed and held it in front of him.
“We didn’t have these problems,” he whispered as he ran his finger over her image. “With us, everything always seemed so easy, didn’t it?”
When he realized the picture wouldn’t answer, he cursed his foolishness and retrieved Theresa’s picture.
Staring at them both, even he understood why he was having so much trouble with it all. He loved Theresa more than he ever thought he could . . . but he still loved Catherine. . . .
Was it possible to love them both at once?
* * *
“I can’t wait to see you again,” Garrett said.
It was the middle of November, a couple of weeks before Thanksgiving. Theresa and Kevin were flying home to see her parents for the holidays, and Theresa had made arrangements to come down the weekend before to spend some time with Garrett. It had been a month since they’d seen each other.
“I’m looking forward to it, too,” she said. “And you promised that I’d finally get to meet your father, right?”
“He’s planning on cooking an early Thanksgiving dinner for us at his place. He keeps asking me what you like to eat. I think he wants to make a good impression.”
“Tell him he doesn’t have to worry. Anything he makes will be fine.”
“That’s what I keep telling him. But I can tell he’s nervous about it.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ll be the first guest we’ve ever had over. For years, it’s just been the two of us.”
“Am I interrupting a family tradition?”
“No—I like to think that we’re starting a new one. Besides, he was the one who volunteered, remember?”
“Do you think he’ll like me?”
“I know he will.”
* * *
When he found out Theresa was coming, Jeb Blake did some things he hadn’t ever done before. First, he hired someone to come in and clean the small house where he lived, a job that ended up taking almost two days because he was so adamant that the house be spotless. He also bought a new shirt and tie. Emerging from his bedroom in his new clothes, he couldn’t help but notice the surprise in Garrett’s eyes.
“How do I look?” he asked.
“You look fine, but why are you wearing a tie?”
“It’s not for you—it’s for dinner this weekend.”
Garrett continued to stare at his father, a wry smile on his face. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a tie before.”
“I’ve worn them before. You just haven’t noticed.”
“You don’t have to wear a tie just because Theresa is coming.”
“I know that,” he replied tersely, “I just felt like wearing one to dinner this year.”
“You’re nervous about meeting her, aren’t you?”
“No.”
“Dad—you don’t have to be someone you’re not. I’m sure Theresa would like you no matter how you were dressed.”
“That doesn’t mean I can’t look nice for your lady friend, does it?”
“No.”
“Then I guess it’s settled, isn’t it? I didn’t come out here to get your advice about it, I came out here to see if I looked okay.”
“You look fine.”
“Good.”
He turned and started back to the bedroom, already untucking his shirt and loosening the tie. Garrett watched him vanish from sight, and a moment later he heard his father call his name.
“What now?” Garrett asked.
His father peeked his head around the corner. “You’re wearing a tie, too, aren’t you?”
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
“Well, change your plans. I don’t want Theresa to find out that I raised someone who didn’t know how to dress for company.”
* * *
The day before her arrival, Garrett helped his father finish his preparations. Garrett mowed the lawn while Jeb unpacked the wedding china he seldom, if ever, used anymore and washed the dishes by hand. After searching for matching silverware—easier said than done—Jeb found a tablecloth in the closet, deciding it would be a nice touch. He tossed it into the washing machine just as Garrett came inside after finishing the yard. Garrett walked to the cupboard and pulled a glass from the shelf.
“What time is she coming in tomorrow?” Jeb asked from around the corner.
Garrett filled the glass with water and answered over his shoulder. “Her plane gets in about ten o’clock. We should be here around eleven or so.”
“What time do you think she’ll want to eat?”
“I don’t know.”
Jeb walked into the kitchen. “You didn’t ask her?”
“No.”
“Then how will I know when to put the turkey in the oven?”
Garrett took a drink of water. “Just plan on us eating sometime in the middle of the afternoon. Anytime is fine, I’m sure.”
“Do you think you should call and ask her?”
“I really don’t think it’s necessary. It’s not that big of a deal.”
“Maybe not to you. But it’s the first time I’ll be meeting her, and if you two end up getting married, I don’t want to be the subject of any humorous stories later on.”
Garrett raised his eyebrows. “Who said we’re getting married?”
“No one.”
“Then why did you bring it up?”
“Because,” he said quickly, “I figured one of us had to, and I wasn’t sure you were ever going to get around to it.”
Garrett stared at his father. “So, you think I should marry her?”
Jeb winked as he answered. “It doesn’t matter what I think, it’s what you think that’s important, isn’t it?”
* * *
Later that evening, Garrett opened his front door just as the phone began to ring. After rushing to the phone, he picked it up and heard the voice he expected.
“Garrett?” Theresa asked. “You sound out of breath.”
He smiled. “Oh, hey, Theresa. I just walked in. My father had me over at his house all day getting the place ready—he’s really looking forward to meeting you.”
There was an uncomfortable pause. “About tomorrow . . . ,” she said finally.
He felt his throat tighten. “What about tomorrow?”
It took a moment for her to answer. “I’m really sorry, Garrett . . . I don’t know how to tell you this, but I’m not going to be able to make it down to Wilmington after all.”
“Is something wrong?”
“No, everything’s fine. It’s just that something came up at the last minute—a big conference that I’ve got to go to.”
“What kind of conference?”
“It’s for my job.” She paused again. “I know it sounds terrible, but I wouldn’t go unless it was really important.”
He closed his eyes. “What’s it for?”
“It’s for bigwig editors and media types—they’re meeting in Dallas this weekend. Deanna thinks it would be a good idea if I met some of them.”
“Did you just find out about it?”
“No . . . I mean, yes. Well—I knew there was going to be a meeting, but I wasn’t supposed to go. Usually, columnists aren’t invited, but Deanna pulled some strings and arranged for me to go with her.” She hesitated. “I’m really sorry, Garrett, but like I said, it would be wonderful exposure, and it’s an opportunity of a lifetime.”
He was silent for a moment. Then he said simply, “I understand.”
“You’re angry with me, aren’t you.”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
She knew by his tone that he wasn’t telling the truth, but she didn’t think there was anything she could say that would make him feel any better.
“Will you tell your father that I’m sorry?”
“Yeah, I’ll tell him.”
“Can I call you this weekend?”
“If you want to.”
* * *
The next day he ate dinner with his father, who did his best to play down the whole affair.
“If it’s like she said,” his father explained, “she had a good reason. It’s not like she can put her job on the back burner. She has a son to support, and she’s got to do her best to provide for him. Besides, it’s just one weekend—not much in the grand scheme of things.”
Garrett nodded, listening to his father but still upset about the whole thing. Jeb went on.
“I’m sure you two will be able to work it out. In fact, she’s probably going to do something real special the next time you two are together.”
Garrett said nothing. Jeb took a couple of bites before speaking again.
“You’ve got to understand, Garrett—she’s got responsibilities, just like you do, and sometimes those responsibilities take priority. I’m sure that if something happened in the shop that you had to take care of, you would have done the same thing.”
Garrett leaned back, pushing his half-eaten plate to the side. “I understand all that, Dad. It’s just that I haven’t seen her for a month now, and I was really looking forward to her visit.”
“Don’t you think she wanted to see you, too?”
“She said she did.”
Jeb leaned across the table and pushed Garrett’s plate in front of him again. “Eat your dinner,” he said. “I spent all day cooking, and you’re not going to waste it.”
Garrett looked at his plate. Though he wasn’t hungry anymore, he picked up his fork and took a small bite.
“You know,” his father said as he picked at his own food, “this isn’t the last time this is going to happen, so you shouldn’t get so down about it now.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that as long as you two continue to live a thousand miles apart, things like this are going to come up and you won’t see each other as much as either one of you wants.”
“Don’t you think I know that?”
“I’m sure you do. But I don’t know if either one of you has the guts to do something about it.”
Garrett looked at his father, thinking, Gee, Dad, tell me how you really feel. Don’t hold back.
“When I was young,” Jeb continued, oblivious of his son’s sour expression, “things were a lot simpler. If a man loved a woman, he asked her to marry him, and then they lived together. It was as simple as that. But you two—it’s like you don’t know what to do.”
“I’ve told you before—it’s not that easy. . . .”
“Sure it is—if you love her, then find a way to be with her. It’s as simple as that. That way, if something comes up and you don’t see each other one weekend, you don’t end up acting like your life is over.”
Jeb paused before continuing. “It just isn’t natural what you two are trying to do, and in the long run, it isn’t going to work. You know that, don’t you?”
“I know,” Garrett said simply, wishing his father would stop talking about it.