sometimes, raising them on your own,” Katie observed.
Alex hesitated, considering it. When he spoke, his voice was soft. “Most of the time, it isn’t so bad. We kind of get into a rhythm, you know? In our daily lives? It’s when we do things like this—where there is no rhythm—that it sometimes gets frustrating.” He kicked briefly at the sand, making a small furrow at their feet. “When my wife and I talked about having a third child, she tried to warn me that a third child would mean moving from ‘man-to-man’ to ‘zone’ defense. She used to joke that she wasn’t sure I was up to it. But here I am, in zone defense every day…” he trailed off, shaking his head. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Said what?”
“It seems like every time I talk to you, I end up talking about my wife.”
For the first time, she turned to him. “Why shouldn’t you talk about your wife?”
He pushed a pile of sand back and forth, smoothing over the ditch he’d just made. “Because I don’t want you to think that I can’t talk about anything else. That all I do is live in the past.”
“You loved her very much, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” he answered.
“And she was a major part of your life and the mother of your kids, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then it’s okay to talk about her,” she said. “You should talk about her. She’s part of who you are.”
Alex flashed a grateful smile but couldn’t think of anything to say. Katie seemed to read his mind, and when she spoke, her voice was gentle. “How did the two of you meet?”
“We met in a bar, of all places. She was out with some girlfriends celebrating someone’s birthday. It was hot and crowded and the lights were low and the music was loud, and she just… stood out. I mean, all her friends were a little out of control and it was obvious that all of them were having a good time, but she was as cool as can be.”
“I’ll bet she was beautiful, too.”
“That goes without saying,” he said. “So, swallowing my nervousness, I wandered over and proceeded to use every ounce of charm I had at my disposal.”
When he paused, he noticed the smile playing at the corners of her lips.
“And?” she asked.
“And it still took me three hours to get so much as a name and phone number from her.”
She laughed. “And let me guess. You called the next day, right? And asked her out?”
“How would you know that?”
“You seem like the type.”
“Spoken like someone who’s been hit on more than a few times.”
She shrugged, leaving it open to interpretation. “Then what?”
“Why do you want to hear this?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “But I do.”
He studied her. “Fair enough,” he finally said. “So anyway—as you already magically knew—I asked her out to lunch and we spent the rest of the afternoon talking. That weekend, I told her that the two of us would get married one day.”
“You’re kidding.”
“I know it sounds crazy. Believe me, she thought it was crazy, too. But I just… knew. She was smart and kind and we had a lot in common and we wanted the same things in life. She laughed a lot and she made me laugh, too… honestly, of the two of us, I was the lucky one.”
Rollers continued to ride the ocean breeze, pushing over her ankles. “She probably thought she was lucky, too.”
“That’s only because I was able to fool her.”
“I doubt that.”
“That’s because I’m able to fool you, too.”
She laughed. “I don’t think so.”
“You’re just saying that because we’re friends.”
“You think we’re friends?”
“Yeah,” he said, holding her gaze. “Don’t you?”
He could tell by her expression that the idea surprised her, but before she could answer, Kristen came splashing toward them, holding a fistful of seashells.
“Miss Katie!” she cried. “I found some really pretty ones!”
Katie bent lower. “Can you show me?”
Kristen held them out, dumping them into
Alex hesitated, considering it. When he spoke, his voice was soft. “Most of the time, it isn’t so bad. We kind of get into a rhythm, you know? In our daily lives? It’s when we do things like this—where there is no rhythm—that it sometimes gets frustrating.” He kicked briefly at the sand, making a small furrow at their feet. “When my wife and I talked about having a third child, she tried to warn me that a third child would mean moving from ‘man-to-man’ to ‘zone’ defense. She used to joke that she wasn’t sure I was up to it. But here I am, in zone defense every day…” he trailed off, shaking his head. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Said what?”
“It seems like every time I talk to you, I end up talking about my wife.”
For the first time, she turned to him. “Why shouldn’t you talk about your wife?”
He pushed a pile of sand back and forth, smoothing over the ditch he’d just made. “Because I don’t want you to think that I can’t talk about anything else. That all I do is live in the past.”
“You loved her very much, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” he answered.
“And she was a major part of your life and the mother of your kids, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then it’s okay to talk about her,” she said. “You should talk about her. She’s part of who you are.”
Alex flashed a grateful smile but couldn’t think of anything to say. Katie seemed to read his mind, and when she spoke, her voice was gentle. “How did the two of you meet?”
“We met in a bar, of all places. She was out with some girlfriends celebrating someone’s birthday. It was hot and crowded and the lights were low and the music was loud, and she just… stood out. I mean, all her friends were a little out of control and it was obvious that all of them were having a good time, but she was as cool as can be.”
“I’ll bet she was beautiful, too.”
“That goes without saying,” he said. “So, swallowing my nervousness, I wandered over and proceeded to use every ounce of charm I had at my disposal.”
When he paused, he noticed the smile playing at the corners of her lips.
“And?” she asked.
“And it still took me three hours to get so much as a name and phone number from her.”
She laughed. “And let me guess. You called the next day, right? And asked her out?”
“How would you know that?”
“You seem like the type.”
“Spoken like someone who’s been hit on more than a few times.”
She shrugged, leaving it open to interpretation. “Then what?”
“Why do you want to hear this?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “But I do.”
He studied her. “Fair enough,” he finally said. “So anyway—as you already magically knew—I asked her out to lunch and we spent the rest of the afternoon talking. That weekend, I told her that the two of us would get married one day.”
“You’re kidding.”
“I know it sounds crazy. Believe me, she thought it was crazy, too. But I just… knew. She was smart and kind and we had a lot in common and we wanted the same things in life. She laughed a lot and she made me laugh, too… honestly, of the two of us, I was the lucky one.”
Rollers continued to ride the ocean breeze, pushing over her ankles. “She probably thought she was lucky, too.”
“That’s only because I was able to fool her.”
“I doubt that.”
“That’s because I’m able to fool you, too.”
She laughed. “I don’t think so.”
“You’re just saying that because we’re friends.”
“You think we’re friends?”
“Yeah,” he said, holding her gaze. “Don’t you?”
He could tell by her expression that the idea surprised her, but before she could answer, Kristen came splashing toward them, holding a fistful of seashells.
“Miss Katie!” she cried. “I found some really pretty ones!”
Katie bent lower. “Can you show me?”
Kristen held them out, dumping them into
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