’m warning you,” Kate told Brad. “Let go of me or you’ll be scarred for life.”

“I like ‘em spunky.” Brad pulled her close again.

“Well, Brad, how’s it goin‘?”

Kate turned around and Ben was there, smiling at them, with Jake behind him.

“You don’t want to mess with her, Brad,” Jake said. “Trust me on this one.”

“I saw her first.” Brad shoved Kate behind him.

“I think the lady wants to go home, ” Nancy said.

“She can go home with me,” Brad said.

“I don’t think so, boy.” Ben took a step forward.

Brad moved into karate position, bunching his fists and glaring at the two men.

Jake sighed. “You’ve been watching TV again, haven’t you, Brad?”

Kate could feel Brad tense. “Oh, hell,” she said. She picked up a long-necked beer bottle from the bar and broke it over Brad’s head, and Jake supported his weight as he sagged.

“You had to do it, didn’t you?” Jake said to Kate.

“He was going to hit you,” Kate said. “I saved you, you big ingrate.”

“Where’s the blonde?” Brad asked dazedly.

“I don’t think she’s really your kind of girl, Brad.”

Jake helped him into a chair at the nearest table. “Those tough blondes, they’ll hit you from behind with a bottle as soon as look at you.”

“Very funny,” Kate said.

Jake raised his eyebrows at her. “Well, you may have noticed that I’ve never turned my back on you.”

“Anytime you want a job, lady,” Nancy said, “you come to me.”

“I’ll keep it in mind,” Kate said. “This is a great place. Allowing for the drunks and the wimpy bouncers.”

“I’m not a bouncer.” Jake looked indignant. “You a bouncer, Ben?”

“Hell no, I just like a fight. And if there’s not gonna be one, I’m gonna go shoot pool. My winning streak’s starting any minute here. You coming?”

“In a minute.” Jake sat down at the bar. “Beer, please, Nan. And another drink for the lady with the broken bottle in her hand.”

“Thank you,” Kate said and joined him, putting the bottle neck on the counter.

“This is to show you that I’m grateful to you for saving me from Brad,” Jake said. “I’m drinking beer, but of course you’ll have juice.”

“Beer, please.” Kate ignored her wimpy white wine, and Nancy swiftly removed the evidence along with the broken bottle.

“I know I didn’t save you from Brad,” Kate said when the beers came. “I don’t know what you were going to do, but you weren’t worried.”

“Oh, Brad’s not a bad guy. He was just showing off for you.”

“Very flattering.”

“Oh, it is.” Jake drank some of his beer. “Brad only makes passes at the best-looking women.”

“Does he ever succeed?”

“Most of the time. I think that was his problem with you. He couldn’t believe you were turning him down. Course he didn’t know about your plan.”

He grinned at her lazily, and Kate ignored the invitation to battle.

“You must have a resting pulse of about twelve,” she said.

“I used to move a lot faster,” he said. “It’s age.”

“No, it’s not I haven’t figured out what it is, but it’s not age.”

“Well, when you figure it out, let me know so I can get it fixed.” Jake took a drink. “You want me to drive you back to the cabin later?”

Kate frowned for a minute, assuming he’d changed his mind and was trying to pick her up, and then she realized he was asking if she was afraid to go home alone in the dark.

“No, thank you,” she said. “I can handle it.”

“I don’t imagine there’s much you can’t handle,” Jake agreed. “So how’s the plan going, anyway?”

“Oh, I’ve retired it for the night,” Kate said. “As I said this morning, it all seems rather stupid here.”

“I’m relieved to hear it I thought you might have looked on Brad as a potential candidate.”

“I was trying not to be a snob,” Kate said, remembering Donald. “He was friendly, so I was friendly.”

“Well, your heart was in the right place. Just try to restrain your friendliness. You’re giving the boys ideas.”

Kate glared at him. “So this was my fault.”

“No,” Jake said. “But a little ‘friendly’ from you has a big impact. Particularly in that dress.”

“What’s wrong with this dress?”

“It has no back.” Jake looked over her shoulder. “Not that I’m complaining. We’re just not used to seeing that much naked flesh in these parts. Sort of starts a man’s blood moving, if you know what I mean.”

Kate tried to look over her own shoulder. “What are you talking about? This dress has a back. It’s just draped.”

“Well, the drapes are open.”

“Listen...”

“Hey, I’m not complaining. Just stop smiling at drunks.”

Kate controlled her temper with an effort. “Thank you for the sound advice,” she said finally. “I shall certainly keep it in mind.”

Jake grinned. “A man who didn’t know better would tell you that you look real cute when you’re mad. Fortunately, I know better.” He finished his beer, tipped his hat to her, and ambled back to the pool tables.

“Has he always been like that?” she asked Nancy when she came to clear their bottles.

“Like what?”

“Catatonic.”

Nancy snorted. “He’s not catatonic. That guy doesn’t miss a thing.”

“Well, he sure moves slow.”

“Conserving energy. You interested?”

“No,” Kate said. “Not my type. I’m not his, either.”

“I don’t think he has a type,” Nancy said. “He pretty much just likes everybody.”

Kate looked back and saw one of the college girls from the hotel, the pretty brunette, leaning on the pool table talking to Jake. He didn’t seem to be annoyed by the attention. She was too young for him. Honestly. Men.

“Have another beer,” Nancy said. “On the house.”

Kate said, “Thank you very much,” and settled down to talk to her for the rest of the night, ignoring the several hopeful men who offered to buy her drinks.

She and Nancy talked on through the evening as Nancy tended bar, comparing life stories and falling into the kind of friendship that women with the same outlook on life can form easily and permanently. It wasn’t long before she told Nancy all about Jessie and the plan.

“I know it sounds stupid,” Kate said.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Nancy said. “It beats sitting home and waiting for somebody to drop by.”

“And I’ve made some big mistakes, too,” Kate went on. “I was so fixated on ‘successful’ that I forgot to watch out for jerks. You should have seen my golf date.”

“Is this the one that fibrillated on the hill course?” Nancy said. “I heard.”

“And then there was the man I took shopping this afternoon.” Kate shook her head. “I’ve never met such a snob.”

“I heard about him, too,” Nancy said. “I also heard you were very nice, and everyone wondered why you were with him.”

“Everyone?” Kate said.

“It’s a very small town,” Nancy said. “They like you.”

“Oh,” Kate said, disconcerted. “I like them, too.”

“Good,” Nancy said. “Maybe you should start checking out the local guys instead of all these business types.”

Kate shook her head. “I need someone who’s comfortable in the city. I just have to find someone who’s both successful and a human being.”

“Well, keep your options open,” Nancy said. “The right man for you may be right under your nose.”

“Not with my luck,” Kate said. “With my luck, the right man for me is fly-fishing in Alaska.”

At ten, Penny left with the dentist, and Kate went around to the working side of the bar and helped Nancy, opening bottles and refilling pretzel dishes, slowly sipping beer with her in the lulls between customers. The wall behind the bar was filled with snapshots, and while Nancy served people, Kate studied them all, fascinated. As she looked at them, they became a composite of Toby’s Corners for her. One was of two stocky women outside the bar smiling at the camera while they squinted into the sun, obviously friends who were pleased to be where they were together. Another was of a grizzled man in a beat-up hat holding up a huge trout, trying to look nonchalant, not completely hiding the grin that wanted to break through. There were several wedding pictures from several different decades, the brides’ dresses changing with the times, the grooms’ tuxes and seriously bewildered expressions remaining the same. And mere were dozens of high-school pictures of teams and cheerleaders, teachers shaking hands with award winners, school plays, and graduating classes. The pictures were all of different people from different decades, but they were all alike, too. Kate studied them, trying to find what it was that tied them all together. It was the smiles, she finally decided. They all smiled like people who were where they belonged—comfortable smiles.

“Where did you get all of these?” she asked Nancy.

“People bring them in,” Nancy said. “Some of them are family, some good friends. Jake’s up there.”

“Where?” Kate said, and Nancy pointed to a football player cradling a ball and looking menacingly at the camera.

He looked about twelve.

“What a baby,” Kate said and laughed.

“Hey, he was a senior when that was taken,” Nancy said, “and he was really good. He set a record that year for touchdowns in one season.”

“And that would be how many?” Kate asked.

“Four,” Nancy said. “We get whomped pretty regularly in football.”

Kate laughed. “Does he still have the record?”

“Nope,” Nancy said. “It fell four years later.” She jerked a thumb at another snarling football player who looked even younger than twelve.

Kate squinted at the picture. “He looks familiar.”

“That’s Will,” Nancy said. “He made five. Damn near killed himself to do it.”

Kate raised her eyebrows. “A little rivalry there?”

Nancy shook her head. “Hero worship. Jake was everybody’s hero.” She frowned. “Sometimes I think that’s part of what’s wrong with him now.”

“What’s wrong with him?” Kate asked, confused.

“Well, he’s not doing much with his life,” Nancy said. “Around here that’s not unusual in general, but it is for Jake. Jake was the one who was going places.” She shook her head again. “Now Will’s the one who’s a wonder. Sometimes I think Jake likes it like that. Sometimes I think Jake got real tired of being the one to beat.” She tilted her head and said thoughtfully, “You know, when Will got that last touchdown, Jake was in the stands cheering like crazy. A lot of people said that was real generous of him.” She shook her head. “He just looked real relieved to me.”

Kate looked back at Jake’s picture and tried to reconcile the baby menace with the grown-up man. “I can’t believe he’s the same person,” she said.

“Oh, he’s not,” Nancy said, moving toward another customer. “He’s real different now.”

After midnight, the bar was quieter and Sally and Thelma, Nancy’s two waitresses, went home. Ben took over for Nancy so she and Kate could take a break, and they sat at the bar with their last drinks, mildly intoxicated and completely relaxed in each other’s company.

“That’s the first I’ve seen Ben work,” Kate said. “What is he, a silent partner?”

Nancy shook her head. “He’s an insurance agent. This is my bar. He just spends the evening here so we can be together.”

“Oh, I thought you were running it together,” Kate said, disappointed. “How did you come to own a bar by yourself?”

“My mom and aunt ran it before I did. About five years ago when the plant over in Tuttle closed, they decided to retire, and they gave it to me. I think they figured it was going to close along with everything else around here, and they just couldn’t bear to see it end.”

“And you changed the name to Nancy’s?”

“Nope, it was always Nancy’s. They opened it the year I was born and named it after me. I grew up in this bar. When I outgrew my playpen, they moved it out and put in the pinball machine.”

“Beats day care.”

“Absolutely.”

“It’s a great place,” Kate said sincerely.

“Come back tomorrow night,” Nancy said. “About eight Wear a short black skirt, and I’ll teach you how to tend bar.”

“One of those useful skills you cannot learn in college.” Kate sipped some more beer. “I’d love to.” She looked at Nancy, smiling and serene across from her, and decided to get involved. “Listen, there’s something you should know.”

Nancy raised her eyebrows, and Kate hesitated and then plunged ahead.

“I’ve heard from a very reliable source that Will Templeton is planning to put in a country-style bar up at the hotel that will probably kill your business.”

“You’re crazy,” Nancy said flatly. “Will would never do that. Who’s your source?”

Kate sighed. “Will’s fiancée, Valerie.”

“Fiancée?” Nancy snorted. “In her dreams. Which is probably where this bar idea came from, too.”

“You might want to talk to Will about it,” Kate said. “Businessmen are capable of stabbing old friends in the back to get what they want.” Her father came to mind. “You really should look into it.”

“Listen,” Nancy said. “You’re saying this stuff because you don’t understand. Valerie doesn’t understand. When the factory in Tuttle went under, this town would have, too, if Will and Jake hadn’t been here to bail us out. The only reason this town didn’t die is that Jake gave Will the money to build that hotel and then they hired everybody and his brother to work there. They could have done everything a lot cheaper and a lot faster with skilled labor from the outside, but everything went through Toby’s Corners first.” Nancy shook her head. “If Will wanted to shut me down, he could do it without starting his own bar, anyway. When I took over, this place was a mess. I needed a second mortgage and the bank couldn’t give me one because I had no collateral. So Will gave me one.”

“Do you realize how vulnerable that makes you?” Kate asked. “A privately held mortgage?”

“I’m not vulnerable at all,” Nancy said. “You’re not listening. Will holds the mortgage.” She looked thoughtful. “And I guess Jake. They’re partners.”

“Still, Valerie...”

“You don’t get it,” Nancy said. “We’re family. All of Toby’s Corners. Even if we’re not related by blood, we’re still family. Although most of us are related in some way,” she added. “Jake says that accounts for the slight weirdness of the population.”

“So how’s the bar doing?” Kate asked.

Nancy shrugged. “Could be better. We’re getting along. Toby’s Corners likes us.”

“You could be pulling in more of the clientele from the resort,” Kate said. “Valerie is absolutely right about that. And those people have money.” She looked around the cozy room. “They’d pay premium prices for this ambience, spit and all.”

Nancy shook her head. “We’d have to clean the place up, build on, buy in bigger quantities, all that business stuff. I’m not a businesswoman. I just like selling drinks and talking to people.”

Kate sipped her beer and thought about the situation. It was harder than usual because the beer was making her head swim, but she knew what she had to do. “I’m a businesswoman,” she said. “Let me help you.”

“What?”

“You can make this place profitable without too much trouble,” Kate said. “For one thing, your prices are too low. You can’t be selling your drinks at much above cost.”

“Kate, people in Toby’s Corners don’t have a lot of money.”

“Then charge the resort people more. Tell the town people there’s a frequent drinker’s discount if they show up at least once a week for a month. You have to build up some capital, invest in this place, and then refinance those mortgages.”

“Kate, I told you—”

“I know, I know, Will won’t foreclose. But I think you’re underestimating Valerie.” Kate struggled to concentrate. “First, work on a plan to expand. When you’ve got that, find a silent partner to pump some money in here in return for a share of the profits. Although...” Kate slowed to consider. “Actually, you’d be better off finding some MBA who needs a hobby. You could use a business partner.”

“No, thank you,” Nancy said. “This is my bar.”

“Okay,” Kate said. “I can understand that. Find a silent partner, but make it a formal, legal partnership, no more handshake mortgages with guys who are sleeping with barracudas.”

Nancy shook her head, but she looked thoughtful as she sipped her beer. “And you could make this business plan?”

“It’s what I do,” Kate said. “Usually I ask for an obscene fee, but I’ll do it for you for free drinks for the rest of my life.”

“Deal,” Nancy said suddenly, holding out her hand. “Let’s see the plan first. Then I’ll decide.”

“Fair enough,” Kate said, taking her hand. “I’m going to enjoy this. I’ve never rescued a bar before.”

“Why does the sight of the two of you shaking hands make me nervous?” Jake said from behind them.

“Because you’re a wimp,” Kate said, rolling her head back unsteadily.

“Never give this woman booze,” Jake said to Nancy. “She’s not a drinker.”

“Don’t pick on my pal,” Nancy said, getting up to go help Ben. “We’ve got big plans. Watch the bar while Ben and I do the register, will you?”

“Sure,” Jake said.

“I think I’ll go back to the cabins now.” Kate slid unsteadily off her stool.

“You can’t hold your beer, kid.” Jake moved in close to support her. “I’d give up drinking the stuff if I were you. I’ll drive you home.”

“I’m perfectly capable of driving home.”

This was so blatantly untrue that they both ignored it, and she sat back down.

“Who’s gonna get us a couple more beers?” a guy at the end of the counter called.

“Coming right up.” Jake went around to the other side of the bar to serve them.

“One for me, too, please,” Kate said.

“You bet.” Jake poured her a cup of coffee.

“You are no fun.”

“I’m just trying to make sure your liver lasts until you get back to the city.”

“My liver is in incredible shape.”

“Was in incredible shape. You’ve pickled it since the last time you looked.”

He went to serve the others and she sipped her coffee, watching him. He said, “Last drinks, boys,” and gave one of the men a beer and the other one coffee.

“I wanted a beer,” the man snarled.

“I know you did,” Jake said. “It’s a damn shame.”

“Yeah,” the guy said sadly. He sipped his coffee.

“How do you do that?” Kate asked Jake when he came back.

“What?”

“All these tough guys get ready to bash you and then they don’t.”

“You mean Henry? Henry McCrum wouldn’t hurt anybody.” He picked up a glass from a tray under the bar and began to polish it. “Henry’s my old biology teacher. In fact he still teaches. Great guy, Henry. His wife, Millie, runs the bakery.”

“He’s a teacher and he drinks?”

“That’s why he drinks. The man’s been teaching biology to teenagers for twenty-eight years. It’s a miracle he’s sane. Sober would be too much to ask.”

“And the other man?”

Jake glanced over. “That’s Early. He’s my uncle, and he’s walking home.”

Kate shook her head, marveling. “Do you know everybody around here?”

“Mostly. I grew up here.”

“And then you moved to the city.”

“Yep.”

“And then you came back here and saved Toby’s Corners.”

Jake scowled at her. “I did not. I told you before, Will did. Who fed you that garbage?”

“Nancy,” Kate said. “She’s offered me a job. She’s going to teach me to be a barmaid.”

“You’ll drink the profits.”

“I will not.”

“Kid, I’ve only known you two days and I’ve seen you plastered three times.” He shook his head. “A bar would not be a good career move for you.”

“Twice.” Kate held up two fingers. “You’ve seen me plastered twice. I tried to get drunk at the luau, but it didn’t work. I was perfectly sober when I pushed Lance into the pool. I’d do it again in a minute, too.”

“Well, it’s good to know you don’t have any regrets.”

“You make it sound like I’m a lush. This is only the second time I’ve been drunk in years.”

“And I got to be with you both times.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Just try not to pass out on me before I get you into bed.”

Kate dropped her coffee cup.

“Let me rephrase that,” he said, wiping up the spill. “Hauling your unconscious body into your cabin and dumping it on your bed is work for a younger man than I.”

“I’m not that heavy.”

“As a dead weight, you are.”

“Forgive me.” Kate drew herself up from the bar with dignity. “I will certainly stay conscious.”

“Good. Hold that thought.”

Jake went off to take Henry and Early’s money.

“So you’ve got a mortgage on Nancy’s bar,” Kate said when he came back.

Jake winced. “Did she show you her underwear, too?”

“What are you talking about?” Kate asked.

“Well, she seems to have spilled her guts about everything else.”

“She was just explaining to me that if you wanted to close this bar, you could foreclose on the mortgage.”

“Why would I want to close this bar?” Jake asked, bewildered.

“So you can open one at the resort,” Kate said.

“Oh, right.” Jake nodded. “The Valerie angle. You can forget that. It’s not happening.”

“Valerie,” Kate said, shaking her head. “She seems to think we’re two of a kind. She wants me for a role model. Do you think I’m like Valerie?”

“No,” Jake said. “You’re not at all alike.”

Kate closed her eyes. “Thank you,” she said. “I would really have hated it if you’d thought we were alike.”

Jake looked thoughtful. “So you told Nancy about Valerie’s idea?”

“Penny said we should warn her. I thought we should stay out of it, but then I met Nancy, and, well, you know...”

“I know. Is Nancy worried?”

“No. She thinks you and Will are Santa Claus.”

Jake grinned. “And what do you think?”

Kate looked at him. “I don’t know Will at all, but you are definitely not Santa Claus. I don’t know what you are. Disturbing, I guess. But I trust you. Nancy’s right. She’s safe. But, boy, somebody’d better stop Valerie.”

“Oh, somebody will,” Jake said mildly. “What do you mean, disturbing?”

“I don’t know,” Kate said, studying him. “I haven’t got it figured out yet. Don’t I disturb you?”

“Constantly,” Jake said. “Drunks make me nervous.”

“You’re ducking the question,” Kate said. “But I’m so tired, I don’t care. Say good-night, Jake, and take me home.”

Jake saw her to the door and left. Nice man. Kate stripped off her clothes. She had pajamas somewhere, but they sounded like too much effort. She fell naked into the bed and it creaked under her. Nice sound. She crawled under the covers and curled up to sleep.

She’d had a wonderful time tonight at the bar. They were all such good people. And she was really looking forward to helping Nancy with the bar. That could be a lot of fun. A small business, not a big corporation. Running everything herself. Maybe she’d buy a bar when she got home.

She tried to picture herself with a little neighborhood bar, and it looked wonderful until her father walked in and sneered at it, the way Donald had sneered at Toby’s Corners all day. They were wrong, but she knew that it mattered to her. She had to work at something she could be proud of. Come on, Kate, she told herself. Back to your plan. You’re wasting time hanging out with Jake. Tomorrow you’re going to get serious about finding a man you can build a successful business with.

That wasn’t particularly appealing so she added, And tomorrow you’re going to save Nancy’s bar. She closed her eyes and smiled to herself and when she opened them again it was very early morning, the sun coming weakly through the window as it crept its way into the sky. I feel so good here, she thought. I can do anything here. I can even possibly save a bar bare-handed.

She thought of how proud Jessie would be of her, and then of how proud Jake would be, although he’d never tell her so, and Jake made her think of the lake, and then she remembered Jessie, saying that somebody exciting would swim in the nude. This early, the lake would be deserted and cool, so cool. The water would slide over her like silk.

I’m exciting, she thought. So there, Jessie.

She pulled on a cotton shift and left the cabin to walk down the path to the lake.

It was cold in the woods, and she shivered a little. She breathed in the smell of the woods and the breeze and the lake, smelling the water even before she saw it.

It was even more beautiful in the early morning, like rippled glass.

This was it. She took a deep breath and then kicked off her sandals and pulled off her shift and went naked into the water as if going to a lover.

It was cold, but she walked into the water steadily, feeling her skin tighten and the muscles in her stomach contract When she was hip-deep, she dived in.

The water broke over her head, and she twisted in the cold, reveling in the feel of the water on her body as her muscles tensed. She came to the surface and stretched out her arms as she trod water, feeling the cool early-morning sun on her face, and then dived and swam again and again, as free as if she were ten years old, as alive as if she’d been making love. She never wanted to put on clothes again.

After half an hour, she turned to swim back to shore and saw Jake sitting by her clothes. At least she figured it was Jake. It was certainly his hat.

She swam in to the shore until she could almost stand shoulder-deep in the water. He just sat there, his forearms on his knees, his hands dangling in front of him, watching her tread water.

“Hello,” she said.

“Morning,” he said, grinning at her.

Go away, she thought, but she smiled back, trying to act unconcerned. “Did you come to watch?”

“No. I came to swim.”

“Well, come on in.” She gestured behind her. “There’s plenty of room.”

“Well, now, I don’t know.” He pushed his hat back a little farther on his head. “Are you naked?”

“Yes.”

“Then there’s not plenty of room.” He shook his head. “I’ll go in when you come out.”

Kate almost asked him to put his hat over his eyes.

She knew he’d do it, but if she was going to swim in the nude, she should have the courage of her convictions. After all, it was just Jake.

On the other hand, even if it was just Jake, she was still embarrassed for him to see her naked.

While she pondered, he watched her, laughter in his eyes.

The hell with you, she thought. Laugh at this, buddy. “All right,” she said. “The lake is yours.”

She swam toward him until the water was waist deep, and then walked out.

Jake didn’t move. In fact, he seemed frozen. She walked up beside him and bent to pick up her T-shirt. He was only inches away from her, and he turned and watched her as she bent. Then she straightened and arched her back to pull the shift over her head. The cotton stuck to the water on her body and it took a lot longer than she liked before she finally got it pulled over her hips.

“Well, you’ve certainly improved my morning,” Jake said.

“Anything to oblige.” Kate picked up her towel and scuffed on her sandals. “Have a nice swim,” she said and walked into the woods, her heart beating like mad.

Jake sat there for a while after she’d gone, stunned.

She’d looked so funny in the lake, biting her lip, trying to figure out what to do, and then, just when he’d been about to turn his back, she’d gotten that look in her eye and come walking out of the lake toward him.

Ben was right. She was no kid.

He’d felt like a rabbit caught in headlights. He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her body, round and full and taut with the cold. She’d strolled out of the lake like a goddess, and if it had taken one more second for her to pull that cotton thing on, he’d have reached for her.

He closed his eyes. Narrow escape. In fact, it would be a good idea to stay away from Kate since she was turning out to be the most confusing woman he’d ever known. He’d thought she was just another empty suit, but out on the lake she was the best company he’d ever had. He’d thought she was a snob, but she defended Nancy against Valerie. He’d thought she was cold, but she swam naked in the lake and, from the expression on her face, loved it. He’d thought she was an attractive woman, but lately her beauty was beginning to take on mythic proportions in his dreams.

And what he’d seen today was not going to help matters.

Sighing, he took off his clothes and went into the lake. It felt like a cold shower, which was just what he needed anyway.

When Kate got back to the cabin, she slammed the door behind her, her face burning with embarrassment. She’d done it.

The only problem was, now she had to face him sometime again.

The more she thought about it, the braver she felt. Big deal. He’d seen her naked. It was her choice. And he probably didn’t give a damn. And, the sooner she faced him, the sooner she’d stop dreading it. She’d just act like nothing happened. No big deal.

In fact, the more she thought about it, the prouder she was of herself for being so free, so brave. Jessie would have loved it.

She had steak and eggs and home fries for breakfast to celebrate, and then at nine, she buttoned an oversize white shirt over her black bathing suit, filled a cotton bag with books and apples, clapped her new black hat on her head, and went off to meet Jake at the boat.