Despite the cages that had been built to guard the turtle nests up and down the beach, raccoons had burrowed beneath the wire
mesh and destroyed six nests. As soon as Ronnie learned what happened, she insisted they take turns guarding the nest behind
her house. There was no reason for both of them to be there all night, but they spent most nights holding each other, kissing,
and talking quietly until long after midnight.
Scott, of course, couldn’t understand it at all. More than once, Will was late for practice and he’d arrive to see Scott pacing
in agitation, wondering what had gotten into his friend. At work, in the rare instances that Scott asked how things were going
with Ronnie, Will didn’t volunteer much—he knew Scott wasn’t asking because he was truly interested. Scott did his best to
keep Will’s attention focused on the upcoming beach volleyball tournament, usually pretending either that Will would come
to his senses soon or that Ronnie didn’t exist.
Ronnie had been right about his mom, though. While she hadn’t said anything directly to him about his new relationship, he
read her disapproval in the way she had to force a smile at the mention of Ronnie’s name and in the almost formal demeanor
she adopted when he brought Ronnie to the house. She never asked about Ronnie, and when he said something about her—about
how much fun they’d had or how smart she was or how she understood him better than anyone—his mom would say things like, “You’re
going to be at Vanderbilt soon, and long-distance relationships are hard” or would even wonder aloud if he thought they were
“spending too much time together.” He hated when she said those things. It was all he could do not to snap at her, because
he knew she was being unfair. Unlike practically everyone else Will knew, Ronnie didn’t drink or curse or gossip, and they
hadn’t gone any further than kissing, but he knew intuitively those things wouldn’t matter to his mom. She was locked into
her prejudices, so any attempt to change her opinion of Ronnie would be pointless. Frustrated, he started making excuses to
stay away from the house as much as possible. Not only because of the way his mom felt about Ronnie, but because of the way
he was beginning to feel about his mom.
And about himself, of course, for failing to call her on it.
Other than Ronnie’s preoccupation with her upcoming court appearance, the only blemish on their largely idyllic summer was
the continuing presence of Marcus. Though they’d mostly been able to avoid him, it was sometimes impossible. When they did
run into him, Marcus always seemed to find a way to provoke Will, usually with a reference to Scott. Will felt paralyzed.
If he overreacted, Marcus might go to the police; if he did nothing, he felt ashamed. Here he was, dating a girl who’d stood
in court and admitted her guilt, and the fact that he couldn’t summon the courage to do the same had started to torment him.
He’d tried talking to Scott about coming clean and going to the police, but Scott had rejected the idea. And in his own indirect
way, he never let Will forget what he’d done for him and his family that horrible day when Mikey died. Will admitted Scott
been heroic, but as the summer wore on, he began to wonder whether a previous good deed meant a later bad one should be completely
overlooked—and, in his darkest moments, whether he could bear the true cost of Scott’s friendship.
One night in early August, Will agreed to take Ronnie out to the beach to hunt for spider crabs.
“I told you I don’t like crabs!” Ronnie squealed, grabbing hold of Will’s arm.
He laughed. “They’re just spider crabs. They won’t hurt you.”
She squinched up her nose. “They’re like creepy, crawly bugs from outer space.”
“You’re forgetting that doing this was your idea.”
“No, it was Jonah’s idea. He said it was fun. Which serves me right for listening to someone who learns about life by watching
cartoons.”
“I would think someone who feeds slimy fish to otters wouldn’t be bothered by a few harmless crabs on the beach.” He swept
his flashlight across the ground, illuminating the fast-moving creatures.
She scanned the sand frantically, lest another crab dart near her foot. “First off, there aren’t a few harmless crabs. There
are hundreds of them. Second, if I’d known that this is what happens to the beach at night, I would have made you sleep by
the turtle nest every night. So I’m a little angry at you for hiding this fact. And third, even though I work at the aquarium,
it doesn’t mean that I enjoy having crabs run over my feet.”
He did his best to keep a straight face, but it was too hard. When she looked up, she caught his expression.
“Stop smirking. It’s not funny.”
“Yes, it is… I mean, there must be twenty little kids and their parents out here, doing the same thing we are.”
“It’s not my fault if their parents lack common sense.”
“Do you want to go back?”
“No, it’s fine,” she said. “You’ve already lured me out here into the middle of the infestation. I might as well put up with
it.”
“You do know we’ve been walking the beach a lot lately.”
“I know. So again, thank you for bringing the flashlight and ruining the memories.”
“Fine,” he said, turning it off.
She dug her nails into his arm. “What are you doing? Turn it back on!”
“You’ve made it perfectly clear you don’t like the flashlight.”
“But if you turn it off, then I won’t see them!”
“Right.”
“Which means they might be surrounding me right now. Turn it back on,” she pleaded.
He did, and as they started down the beach, he laughed. “One day, I’m going to figure you out.”
“I don’t think so. If you haven’t done it yet, it just might be beyond you.”
“That could be true,” he admitted. He draped an arm around her. “You still haven’t told me if you’re going to come to my sister’s
wedding.”
“That’s because I haven’t decided yet.”
“I want you to meet Megan. She’s great.”
“It’s not your sister I’m worried about. I just don’t think your mom wants me to come.”
“So? It’s not her wedding. My sister wants you there.”
“You’ve talked to her about me?”
“Of course.”
“What did you say?”
“The truth.”
“That you think I’m pasty?”
He squinted at her. “Are you still thinking about that?”
“No. I’ve forgotten all about it.”
He snorted. “Okay, to answer your question. No, I didn’t say you were pasty. I said you
used to be
pasty.”
She elbowed him in the ribs, and he pretended to beg for mercy. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding… I would never say that.”
“What did you tell her, then?”
He stopped, turning her to face him. “Like I said, I told her the truth. That you’re smart and funny and easy to be with and
beautiful.”
“Oh, well, that’s okay, then.”
“You’re not going to say that you love me, too?”
“I’m not sure I can love such a needy guy,” she teased. She slipped her arms around him. “Or you can take that comment as
payback for letting crabs run over my toes. Of course I love you.”
They kissed before resuming their walk. They’d almost reached the pier and were about to turn around when they saw Scott,
Ashley, and Cassie approaching from the other direction. Ronnie tensed under his arm as Scott veered off to intercept them.
“There you are, man,” Scott called out when he was close. He stopped in front of them. “I’ve been texting you all night.”
Will drew his arm tighter around Ronnie. “Sorry. I left my phone at Ronnie’s. What’s up?”
As he answered, he could feel Ashley staring at Ronnie from a distance.
“I got calls from five of the teams that are going to be in the tournament, and they want to do some pre-tournament scrimmaging.
They’re all pretty good, and they want to put a mini–boot camp together to get everyone ready to face Landry and Tyson. Lots
of practice, lots of drills, lots of games. We’re even thinking about switching up the teams now and then to improve our reaction
times, since we all have different styles.”
“When are they coming?”
“Whenever we’re ready, but we were thinking this week.”
“How long are they going to be here?”
“I don’t know. Three or four days? Pretty much right up until the tournament. I know you’ve got wedding stuff and rehearsals,
but we can work around all that.”
He thought again about the fact that his time with Ronnie would soon be coming to an end. “Three or four days?”
Scott frowned. “Come on, man. This is just what we need to do to get ready.”
“Don’t you think we’re ready now?”
“What’s gotten into you? You know how many coaches from the West Coast are coming to watch the tournament.” He pointed a finger
at Will. “You might not need a volleyball scholarship to go to college, but I do. And this is the only chance they’ll get
to see me play.”
Will hesitated. “Let me think about it, okay?”
“You want to
think
about it?”
“I have to talk to my dad first. I can’t just agree to take off work for four days on such short notice without asking him.
And I don’t think you can, either.”
Scott glanced at Ronnie. “Are you sure that work is what this is all about?”
Will recognized the challenge but didn’t want to get into it with Scott right then. Scott, too, seemed to think better of
it and took a step back. “All right, fine. Talk to your dad. Whatever,” he said. “Maybe you’ll find a way to squeeze it into
your schedule.”
With that he turned away, walking off without a backward glance. Will, unsure what else to do, started leading Ronnie back
to her house. They were out of earshot of Scott when Ronnie wrapped her arm around his waist and asked, “Was he talking about
the tournament you told me about?”
Will nodded. “Next weekend. The day after my sister’s wedding.”
“On a Sunday?”
He nodded. “It’s a two-day tournament, but the women play on Saturday.”
Ronnie thought about that. “And he needs a volleyball scholarship to go to college?”
“It would definitely help.”
She pulled him to a stop. “Then make time for this boot camp thing. Practice and drill. Do whatever you have to do to get
ready. He’s your friend, right? We’ll still find time to be together. Even if both of us have to sit out by the turtle nest.
I can go to work tired.”
As she spoke, Will could only think how beautiful she was and how much he was going to miss her.
“What’s going to happen to us, Ronnie? At the end of the summer?” He searched her face.
“You’re going to go to college,” Ronnie answered, looking away. “And I’ll go back to New York.”
He tilted her face up to his. “You know what I mean.”
“Yes,” she said, “I know perfectly what you mean. But I don’t know what you want me to say. I don’t know what either of us
can say.”
“How about, I don’t want it to end?”
Her eyes were sea green, tender in apology. “I don’t want it to end,” she repeated softly.
Though it was what he’d wanted to hear and she obviously meant it, he realized what she’d already known: that speaking the
words, even if true, had little power to change the inevitable or even make him feel much better.
“I’m going to come to New York to visit,” he promised.
“I hope you do.”
“And I want you to come to Tennessee.”
“I suppose I could handle another trip down south if I had a good reason to go.”
He smiled as they began moving down the beach. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll do everything Scott wants to get ready for the tournament
if you agree to come with me to my sister’s wedding.”
“In other words, you’re going to do what you should be doing anyway, and in exchange, you get what you want.”
It wasn’t quite the way he would have phrased it. But she had a point. “Yeah,” he said, “I guess that’s it.”
“Anything else? Since you’re driving such a hard bargain?”
“Now that you mention it, there is. I want you to try to talk some sense into Blaze.”
“I’ve already tried to talk to her.”
“I know, but that was what? Six weeks ago? She’s seen us together, so she knows you’re not interested in Marcus. And she’s
had time to get over it.”
“She’s not going to tell the truth,” Ronnie countered. “That means she’d get in trouble.”
“How? What would she be charged with? The point is, I don’t want you to get in trouble for something you didn’t do. The owner
isn’t listening, the DA isn’t listening, and I’m not saying that Blaze is going to listen, either, but I don’t see what other
choice you have if you want to get out from under this thing.”
“It’s not going to work,” Ronnie insisted.
“Maybe not. But I think it’s worth a try. I’ve known her a long time, and she wasn’t always like this. Maybe there’s still
something deep down inside her that knows she’s doing the wrong thing and all she needs is a good reason to try to make it
better.”
Though she didn’t agree, she didn’t disagree, either, and they walked back toward the house in relative silence. When they
got close, Will could see light flooding out the open door of the workshop.
“Is your dad still working on the window tonight?”
“It looks that way,” she said.
“May I see it?”
“Why not?”
Together, they headed toward the ramshackle building. Once inside, Will saw a bare light bulb dangling from an extension cord,
over a large worktable in the center of the room.
“I guess he’s not here,” Ronnie said, looking around.
“Is that the window?” Will asked, approaching the worktable. “It’s huge.”
Ronnie moved to his side. “It’s amazing, isn’t it? It’s for the church they’re rebuilding down the street.”
“You didn’t tell me that.” His voice sounded strained, even to his own ears.
“I didn’t think it was important,” she said automatically. “Why? Is it important?”
Will forced his mind away from images of Scott and the fire. “Not really,” he said quickly, pretending to inspect the glass.
“I just didn’t realize your dad had the ability to make something so intricate.”
“I didn’t either. Neither did he, until he started, anyway. But he told me it was important to him, so maybe that has something
to do with it.”