The Lucky One

by Nicholas Sparks

  "Hey, Mom?"

  Beth turned toward Ben. His eye still looked terrible, but she pretended she didn't notice. "What's up, sweetie?"

  "Do we have any garbage bags? And straws?"

  "Of course we do. Why?"

  "Thibault said he'd show me how to make a kite and that we could fly it when it was done."

  "That sounds like fun."

  "He said he used to make them when he was a kid and that they fly great."

  She smiled. "Is that all you need? Garbage bags and straws?"

  "I already found the fishing line. And the duct tape. They were in Grandpa's garage."

  From across the yard, she saw Logan heading toward them. Ben noticed him at the same time.

  "Hey, Thibault!" he shouted. "Are you ready to build the kite?"

  "I was coming to ask if you were ready," Logan called back.

  "Almost. I just have to get the straws and the garbage bags."

  Logan waved in acknowledgment. As he drew nearer, Beth noted the shape of his shoulders, the tight cinch of his waist. It wasn't the first time she'd noticed his body, but today it felt almost as if she were . . . staring. She turned away, laying a hand on Ben's shoulder, feeling suddenly ridiculous. "The garbage bags are under the sink, and the straws are in the pantry by the cookies. Do you want to get them or should I?"

  "I'll get them," he said. Then, to Logan: "I'll be back in a second."

  Logan reached the steps just as Ben disappeared inside.

  "Making a kite?" she asked, both surprised and impressed.

  "He said he was bored."

  "Do you really know how?"

  "It's not as hard as it sounds. You want to help us?"

  "No," she said. Up close, she noticed the way his sweat made the T-shirt cling to his chest, and she quickly averted her gaze. "I'll let you two do that. It's more of a guy project. But I'll bring the lemonade. And afterwards, if you're hungry, you're welcome to stay. Nothing fancy--Ben was in the mood for some hot dogs and macaroni and cheese."

  Logan nodded. "I'd like that."

  Ben came back out the door, bags in one hand and straws in the other. His face, despite the bruises and cockeyed glasses, was animated.

  "Got 'em!" he said. "You ready?"

  Logan continued to hold Beth's gaze longer than necessary, and Beth felt her neck flush before she turned away. Logan smiled at Ben.

  "Whenever you are."

  Beth found herself studying Logan as he worked on the kite with Ben. They were sitting at the picnic table near the large oak tree with Zeus at their feet, and the wind would occasionally carry the sound of their voices--Logan telling Ben what to do next or Ben asking if something had been done correctly. It was clear they were enjoying their little project; Ben was chattering away, making the occasional mistake, which Logan would then patiently correct with extra tape.

  How long had it been since she'd blushed when a man stared at her? She wondered how much of her newfound self-consciousness had to do with the fact that Nana was away. For the last couple of nights, it had almost felt like she was really on her own for the first time in her life. After all, she'd moved from Nana's home to Keith's and back to Nana's and had been there ever since. And although she enjoyed Nana's company and liked the stability, it wasn't exactly how she'd imagined her adult life would turn out. She'd once dreamed of having her own place, but the timing had never seemed right. After Keith, she'd needed Nana's help with Ben; when Ben was old enough, both her brother and her grandfather had died, and Beth had needed Nana's support as much as Nana needed Beth's. And then? Just when she was thinking she was finally ready to find a home of her own, Nana had a stroke, and there wasn't a chance she was going to leave the woman who'd raised her.

  But in this moment, she had an unexpected picture of what her life would have been like under a different set of circumstances. Now, as the starlings above her moved from tree to tree, she sat on the porch of an otherwise empty house, witnessing the kind of scene that made her believe that all could be right with the world. Even from a distance, she could see Ben concentrating while Logan showed him how to put the final touches on the kite. Every now and then, Logan would lean forward and offer direction, his demeanor patient and steady, but he let Ben have most of the fun. That he seemed to be simply working on the project, rectifying Ben's mistakes without frustration or anger, made her feel a burst of gratitude and affection toward him. She was still marveling at the novelty of it all when she saw them move to the center of the yard. Logan held the kite above his head, and Ben unwound the fishing line. As Ben started to run, Logan followed, allowing the kite to catch the wind before letting go. Logan stopped and gazed skyward as the kite began to soar above them, and when he clapped his hands at Ben's obvious joy, she was struck by the simple truth that sometimes the most ordinary things could be made extraordinary, simply by doing them with the right people.

  Nana called that night to say that she needed to be picked up the following Friday, and in her absence, Logan joined Beth and Ben for dinner every night. Most of the time, Ben was the one who pleaded with Logan to stay, but by Wednesday, it had become obvious to Beth that Logan was not only pleased to spend time with them, but more than happy to let Ben continue to orchestrate things. Perhaps, she found herself wondering occasionally, Logan was as inexperienced at intimacy as she was.

  After dinner, they usually went for a walk. Ben and Zeus would race ahead on the path that led to the creek, while she and Logan followed; once, they headed toward town to visit the banks of the South River, where they sat beneath the bridge that spanned it. Sometimes they talked around the edges of things--whether anything interesting had happened at work or Logan's progress in reorganizing the files; at other times it seemed he was content to walk beside her without saying much. Because Logan was so comfortable with silence, she felt surprisingly comfortable as well.

  But something was happening between them, and she knew it. She was drawn to him. At school, with her class of second graders milling around her, she'd occasionally find herself wondering what he was doing at that very minute. She gradually acknowledged that she looked forward to coming home because it meant that she would see him.

  On Thursday evening, they all piled into Nana's truck and drove into town for pizza. Zeus rode in the truck bed, head hanging over the side and his ears blown back. Odd as it seemed, Beth had the strange feeling that this was almost a date, albeit one with a ten-year-old chaperone.

  Luigi's Pizza was located on one of the quiet cross streets downtown, sandwiched between an antiques store and a law firm. With scuffed brick floors, picnic tables, and paneled walls, the place had a cozy familiarity, partly because Luigi hadn't updated the decor since Beth was a little girl. In the rear of the restaurant, the video games Luigi offered dated from the early 1980s: Ms. Pac-Man, Millipede, and Asteroids. The games were as popular now as they'd been back then, probably owing to the lack of any video arcades in town.

  Beth loved this place. Luigi and his wife, Maria, both in their sixties, not only worked seven days a week, but lived in an apartment above the restaurant. With no children of their own, they were surrogate parents to pretty much every teenager in town, and they embraced everyone with a kind of unconditional acceptance that kept the place packed.

  Tonight, it was crowded with the usual mix of people: families with children, a couple of men who were dressed like they'd just finished work at the law office next door, a few elderly couples, and clusters of teenagers here and there. Maria beamed when she saw Beth and Ben enter. She was short and round, with dark hair and a genuinely warm smile. She walked toward them, reaching for menus on the way.

  "Hello, Beth. Hello, Ben." As she passed the kitchen, she ducked her head in for an instant. "Luigi! Come out here. Beth and Ben are here!"

  It was something she did every time Beth visited, and though Beth was sure she welcomed everyone with equal warmth, it still made her feel special.

  Luigi bustled out of the kitchen. As usual, the apron
he wore was coated in flour and was stretched tight across his ample girth. Since he still made the pizzas and the restaurant was always busy, he didn't have time to do much more than wave. "It's good to see you!" he cried. "Thank you for coming!"

  Maria laid an affectionate hand on Ben's shoulder. "You're getting so tall, Ben! You're a young man now. And you're as lovely as springtime, Beth."

  "Thanks, Maria," Beth said. "How are you?"

  "The same. Always busy. And you? You're still teaching, yes?"

  "Still teaching," she confirmed. A moment later, Maria's expression turned serious, and Beth could predict her next question. In small towns, nothing was secret.

  "And how is Nana?"

  "Getting better. She's up and around now."

  "Yes, I heard she's visiting her sister."

  "How did you know that?" Beth couldn't hide her surprise.

  "Who knows." She shrugged. "People talk, I hear." For the first time, Maria seemed to notice Logan. "And who is this?"

  "This is my friend Logan Thibault," Beth said, willing herself not to blush.

  "You are new? I haven't seen you before." Maria's eyes swept him up and down in frank curiosity.

  "I just moved to town."

  "Well, you're with two of my favorite customers." She waved them forward. "Come. I'll get you a place in one of the booths."

  Maria led the way and set the menus on the table as they slid into their seats. "Sweet teas all around?"

  "That would be great, Maria," Beth agreed. As soon as Maria hurried toward the kitchen, she faced Logan. "She makes the best sweet tea around. I hope you don't mind."

  "Sounds good to me."

  "Can I have some quarters?" Ben asked. "I want to play some video games."

  "I figured you would," Beth said, reaching into her handbag. "I grabbed some from the change jar before we left. Have fun," she said. "And don't leave with any strangers."

  "I'm ten years old," he said, sounding exasperated. "Not five."

  She watched Ben head toward the games, amused at his response. Sometimes he sounded as if he were in high school.

  "This place has lots of character," Logan commented.

  "The food is fantastic, too. They do Chicago-style deep-dish pizzas that are out of this world. What do you like on your pizza?"

  He scratched his chin. "Mmm . . . lots of garlic, extra anchovies."

  Her nose wrinkled. "Really?"

  "Just kidding. Get whatever you order normally. I'm not particular."

  "Ben likes pepperoni."

  "Then make it pepperoni."

  She eyed him playfully. "Did anyone ever tell you that you're pretty easygoing?"

  "Not lately," he said. "But then again, I didn't have many people to talk to while I was walking."

  "Did you get lonely?"

  "Not with Zeus. He's a good listener."

  "But he can't contribute to the conversation."

  "No. But he didn't whine about the walk, either. Most people would have."

  "I wouldn't have whined." Beth tossed a length of hair over her shoulder.

  Logan said nothing.

  "I'm serious," she protested. "I easily could have walked across the country."

  Logan said nothing.

  "Okay, you're right. I might have whined once or twice."

  He laughed before surveying the restaurant. "How many people do you know in here?"

  Glancing around, she considered it. "I've seen most of them around town over the years, but those I actually know? Maybe thirty people."

  He estimated it to be well more than half the patrons. "What's that like?"

  "You mean where everyone knows everything? I guess it depends on how many big mistakes you make, since that's what most people end up talking about. Affairs, lost jobs, drug or alcohol abuse, auto accidents. But if you're like me, on the other hand, someone as pure as the wind-driven snow, it's not so hard."

  He grinned. "It must be nice being you."

  "Oh, it is. Trust me. Let's just say you're lucky to be sitting at my table."

  "Of that," he said, "I have no doubt."

  Maria dropped off the drinks. As she was leaving, she raised her eyebrows just enough to let Beth know she liked Logan's appearance and expected to find out later what, if anything, was going on between them.

  Beth took a gulp of her tea, as did Logan.

  "What do you think?"

  "It's definitely sweet," Logan said. "But it's tasty."

  Beth nodded before wiping the condensation from the outside of her glass with a paper napkin. She crumpled it and set it aside. "How long are you going to stay in Hampton?" she asked.

  "What do you mean?"

  "You're not from here, you have a college degree, you're working in a job that most people would hate, and getting paid very little for it. I think my question is fair."

  "I don't plan on quitting," he said.

  "That's not what I asked. I asked how long you were going to stay in Hampton. Honestly."

  Her voice brooked no evasions, and it was easy for Logan to imagine her bringing order to an unruly classroom. "Honestly? I don't know. And I say that because I've learned over the past five years never to take anything for granted."

  "That may be true, but again, it doesn't really answer the question."

  He seemed to register the disappointment in her voice and struggled with his response. "How about this?" he finally said. "So far, I like it here. I like my job, I think Nana's terrific, I enjoy spending time with Ben, and right now, I have no intention of leaving Hampton any time in the foreseeable future. Does that answer your question?"

  She felt a jolt of anticipation at his words and the way his gaze roamed over her face as he spoke. She leaned forward as well. "I noticed you left out something important in that list of things you like."

  "I did?"

  "Yeah. Me." She studied his face for a reaction, her lips upturned in a teasing grin.

  "Maybe I forgot," he said, responding with the faintest of smiles.

  "I don't think so."

  "I'm shy?"

  "Try again."

  He shook his head. "I'm out of suggestions."

  She winked at him. "I'll give you a chance to think about it and maybe come up with something. Then we can talk about it again later."

  "Fair enough. When?"

  She wrapped her hands around her glass, feeling strangely nervous at what she was about to say next. "Are you free on Saturday night?"

  If he was surprised by the question, she couldn't tell.

  "Saturday night it is." He lifted his glass of iced tea and took a long drink, never taking his eyes off her.

  Neither one noticed Ben walk back to the table.

  "Did you order the pizza yet?"

  Lying in bed that night, Beth stared at the ceiling and asked herself, What on earth was I thinking?

  There were so many reasons to avoid what she had done. She didn't really know much about him or his past. He was still hiding the reason he'd come to Hampton, which meant not only that he didn't trust her, but that she didn't completely trust him either. Not only that, but he worked at the kennel--for Nana and within sight of her home. What would happen if it didn't work out? What if he had . . . expectations she wasn't willing to meet? Would he show up on Monday? Would Nana be on her own? Would she have to quit her job as a teacher and go back to helping Nana with the kennel?

  There were lots of potential problems with all of this, and the more she thought about it, the more she was convinced she had made a terrible mistake. And yet . . . she was tired of being alone. She loved Ben and she loved Nana, but spending time with Logan over the past few days had reminded her of what she was missing. She liked the walks they took after dinner, she liked the way he looked at her, and she especially liked the way he was with Ben.

  Moreover, she found it ridiculously easy to imagine a life with Logan. She knew she hadn't really known him long enough to make that kind of judgment, but she couldn't deny her intuition.
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br />   Could he be the One?

  She wouldn't go that far. They hadn't even been on a date yet. It was easy to idealize someone you barely knew.

  Sitting up, she plumped her pillow a few times and then lay back down. Well, they'd go out once and see what happened next. She had hopes, she couldn't deny that, but that's where it ended. She liked him but certainly didn't love him. Not yet, anyway.

  16

  Thibault

  On Saturday evening Thibault waited on the couch, wondering if he was doing the right thing.

  In another place and time, he wouldn't have thought twice about it. He was attracted to Elizabeth, certainly. He liked her openness and intelligence, and together with her playful sense of humor, and of course her looks, he couldn't imagine how she'd remained single as long as she had.

  But it wasn't another place and time, and nothing was normal about any of this. He'd carried her picture for more than five years. He'd searched the country for her. He'd come to Hampton and taken a job that kept him close to her. He'd befriended her grandmother, her son, and then her. Now, they were minutes away from their first date.

  He'd come for a reason. He'd accepted that as soon as he'd left Colorado. He'd accepted that Victor had been right. He still wasn't sure, however, that meeting her--becoming close to her--was it. Nor was he sure that it wasn't.

  The only thing he knew for sure was that he'd been looking forward to their evening together. The day before, he'd thought about it consistently on the drive to pick up Nana. For the first half hour on the way back to Hampton, Nana had chattered on about everything from politics to her sister's health before turning toward him with a knowing smirk.

  "So you're going to go out with the boss's granddaughter, huh?"

  Thibault shifted on the seat. "She told you."

  "Of course she told me. But even if she hadn't, I knew it was coming. Two young, attractive, and lonely single people? I knew it would happen as soon as I hired you."

  Thibault said nothing, and when Nana spoke again, her voice was tinged with melancholy.

  "She's as sweet as sugared watermelon," she said. "I worry about her sometimes."

  "I know," Thibault said.

  That had been the extent of their conversation, but it told him that he had Nana's blessing, something he knew was important given Nana's place in Elizabeth's life.

  Now, with evening beginning to settle in, he could see Elizabeth's car coming up the drive, the front end bouncing slightly in the potholes. She hadn't told him anything about where they were going, other than to dress casually. He stepped out onto the porch as she pulled to a stop in front of the house. Zeus followed him, his curiosity alerted. When Elizabeth got out and stepped into the dim light of the porch, all he could do was stare.