THE NEXT THREE days passed without any middle-of-the-night calls from Pete’s father, but Pete wasn’t jumping to any hopeful conclusions. He was sure nothing had changed. Pete called Sky and urged her to delay her visit. I’m swamped and want to be available to see you when you come out. Thankfully, Sky had bought the excuse.
Pete spent his days dealing with boat repairs and working through refits for his clients, while Jenna spent mornings with her girlfriends, enjoying the beaches or the pool, and early afternoons tooling around nearby towns. They came together in the late afternoons, usually when Pete was working on his schooner. Jenna read or walked on the beach with Joey. Sometimes she sat in the grass reading, stealing glances at Pete when she thought he wasn’t looking. She did that a lot, and he realized he was just as guilty of stealing peeks at Jenna while he worked.
He wiped his hands on a rag and took a deep breath. He’d done as much of refitting the boat as he could before the final step. He’d been waiting to add the final coating of the antifouling paint to the bottom of the boat, with the hopes of his father joining him. His chest tightened as reality settled in. His father wasn’t going to be helping him with the boat this summer; that much was clear. Once the sun went down, his father wasn’t even equipped to help himself.
“Hey, are you okay?” Jenna hooked her finger in the back pocket of his jeans.
He hadn’t heard her approach. “Yeah, babe. Fine.” He folded her into his arms. Jenna never minded that he was sweaty or his hands were gritty from working, and he loved that about her.
“I’m almost done. A day or two of painting the bottom, and then she goes in the water.”
Jenna ran her finger along his abs. “And you’re thinking about your dad?”
She knew him so well already. He didn’t want to talk about his father. It was Saturday night, and he hadn’t heard from him since they’d had the blowout on Wednesday afternoon. Pete was trying to convince himself that meant his father was making a change, but no matter how hard he tried to believe it, he knew it wasn’t so. They’d had blowouts before, and this was what his father did. He could go a few nights without needing help, or maybe he couldn’t. Pete didn’t know what his father did during those silent nights, but his father always went back to the same old habits, and Pete knew his uninterrupted evenings were limited.
“Yeah. Let’s go inside and clean up. We can have dinner out on the patio.”
They’d spent most nights at Jenna’s cottage so Jenna could be closer to her friends, but they’d spent last night at his house, and when they walked inside, the scent of Jenna’s body lotion surrounded him. When he pulled open a drawer next to the sink and found all of the dishtowels neatly folded and color coordinated, he knew Jenna had made herself right at home.
“Sorry,” she said with a sweet smile.
“Don’t be. I like seeing traces of you here.” He wiped his face with a towel, then scrubbed it down his chest and over his arms as Jenna pushed his hands aside and snuggled against him, her cheek pressed tightly between his ribs.
“Babe, how come everything around you needs to be in order, but you take me as I am? I’m not exactly a guy who matches my clothes and shoes; my hands are always covered in grime or wood dust, and—”
“I like things organized because they make sense to me that way. You make sense to me just the way you are.” She pressed her hands to his stomach and gazed up at him with love in her eyes.
With all the guilt and worry he carried over his father, Pete wasn’t sure he made sense to himself most of the time, but Jenna’s love made him feel like the luckiest guy on the planet. He couldn’t wait to experience fall at the Cape with Jenna, then winter, when they could snuggle up by the fire and—Oh no. Jenna was only at the Cape for the summer, and they’d gotten so serious so fast that they hadn’t slowed down enough to talk about their future—and he wanted a future with Jenna. A shiver of worry rushed through him.
They ate dinner out on the deck, surrounded by the sounds of the bay, and later, they walked down the beach with Joey happily trotting alongside them. As the night progressed, thoughts of the summer ending played in his mind. Jenna lived only a couple of hours away, in Rhode Island, but the thought of not being with her was twisting his gut into a tight knot.
Jenna found a stick and tossed it for Joey to chase. She laughed when Joey tumbled nose first, diving for the stick. Man, he loved her laugh.
“Hey, Jen, would you ever consider moving to the Cape full-time?”
Jenna stopped walking and gazed out over the water. Her hair blew back from her shoulders, and a few strands whipped across her cheek. She reached up to clear her hair from her face, and Pete took her hand in his and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it. Then he brushed her hair away from her cheek and smiled down at her.
“Like give up my job and my house and move here?” Her eyebrows drew together.
Not exactly the reaction he’d hoped for.
“I guess. I’m just wondering what we’ll do when the summer’s over.”
Jenna bit her lower lip. “Would you ever consider moving to Rhode Island?”
He folded her into his arms and pressed his hand to the back of her head. He couldn’t leave his father, and he knew she wasn’t asking him to. She was throwing the ball back into his court so he could feel the same impact of the question as she did.
“Maybe,” he finally managed. “I have a lot to work out here, so maybe we should both think about it.”
Jenna pressed her lips to his stomach. He lifted her chin, and his stomach clenched at the sadness in her eyes.
“Hey,” he said softly. “We’ll figure this out. I didn’t bring it up to worry you. I just…” He thought about how to explain what he was feeling without putting pressure on her. She was gaining solid ground with her mother again, which was wonderful, but it also made him realize that he had a long road ahead of him with his father. Honesty came before he could process a way to cushion his thoughts.
“I don’t want to lose you, Jenna, and just the thought of not seeing you seems impossible. But I know you have a job, and a life, in Rhode Island, and I have both here, not to mention a messed-up father who needs looking after.”
She clenched her fists in his shirt. “In all these years of wanting to be with you, I’ve never fallen short of seeing forever in my mind. But I never really worked out the particulars, I guess. How can I organize everything in my life except this?” Jenna’s voice was laced with worry.
Pete draped an arm over her shoulder. “Maybe because it all made sense to you, like I did. It wasn’t a project, or a thing. It was us, and you can’t figure out us all by yourself.”