The Choice(16)
Author: Nicholas Sparks

“Sometimes,” Gabby said, still thrown by what had just happened and unsure whether to be pleased or angry with Stephanie.

“Good. We can do lunch. I’d say we could do brunch tomorrow, but I really have to get back.” She removed her sunglasses and wiped them with her shirt. “See you again?”

“Sure,” Gabby said.

Stephanie went to the patio door, slid it open, then vanished inside, cutting through the house on the way to the door. By that point, Travis was already strolling up the dock, Moby trotting happily by his side. For the first time today, he’d put on a short-sleeved shirt, though he left it unbuttoned.

“Just give me a second to get the coals going. Shrimp kabobs okay?”

She debated only an instant before realizing that it was either this or head home to a microwave dinner and some awful show on television, and she couldn’t help but remember the feeling she’d had when watching Travis frolic in the surf with the toddlers.

“Just give me a few minutes to change?”

While Travis got the coals going, Gabby checked on Molly, finding her sleeping soundly along with the puppies.

She took a quick shower before changing into a light cotton skirt and blouse. After drying her hair, she debated whether to put on makeup, then decided on just a bit of mascara. The sun had given her face some color, and when she stepped back from the mirror, it occurred to her that it had been years since she’d last had dinner with a man other than Kevin.

A case could be made that it was simply a continuation of the day, or that she’d been tricked into dinner by Stephanie, but she knew that neither was completely true.

Still, was her decision to have dinner with Travis something she should feel guilty about, perhaps even conceal from Kevin? Her first impulse was to insist that she’d have no reason not to tell Kevin. The day had been harmless—technically, she’d spent more time with Stephanie than she had with Travis. So what was the big deal?

You’re dining alone tonight, of course, a little voice whispered.

But was that really a problem? Stephanie had been right: She was hungry again, and her neighbor had food. Human Necessity 101. It wasn’t as though she were going to sleep with him. She had no intention of even kissing him. They were friends, that’s all. And if Kevin were here, she was sure that Travis would have invited him along, too.

But he’s not here, the voice insisted. Will you tell Kevin about your little dinner for two?

“Definitely. I’ll definitely tell him,” she muttered, trying to quiet the little voice. There were times when she absolutely hated the little voice. The little voice sounded like her mother.

Thus decided, she looked at herself one last time in the mirror and, pleased with what she saw, slipped out the patio door and started across the lawn.

As Gabby weaved her way between the hedges and appeared at the edge of the lawn, Travis caught the movement from the corner of his eye and found himself staring unabashedly as she approached. When she stepped onto the deck, he felt a strange shift in the atmosphere, catching him off guard.

“Hey,” she said simply. “How long until dinner?”

“A couple of minutes,” he answered. “Your timing is perfect.”

She peeked at the skewered shrimp and brightly colored peppers and onions. As if on cue, her stomach grumbled. “Wow,” she murmured, hoping he didn’t hear it. “They look great.”

“Do you want anything to drink?” He gestured toward the opposite end of the deck. “I think there’s some beer and soda left over in the cooler.”

As she crossed the deck, Travis tried to ignore the gentle sway of her hips, wondering what had gotten into him. He watched as she flipped open the lid, rummaged through the cooler, and pulled out two beers. When she returned to hand him one, he felt her fingers graze his. He twisted open the cap and took a long pull, looking down the line of the bottle at her. In the silence, she stared at the water. The sun, hovering over the tree line, was still bright, but its heat had diminished and shadows were gradually stretching across the lawn.

“This is why I bought my place,” she finally said. “For views like this.”

“It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?” He realized that he was watching her as he said it and forced away the subconscious implications. He cleared his throat. “How’s Molly?”

“She seems fine. She was sleeping when I checked on her.” She looked around. “Where’s Moby?”

“I think he wandered around the front. He got bored with my cooking once he realized I wasn’t about to offer him any scraps.”

“He eats shrimp?”

“He eats anything.”

“Discriminating,” she said with a wink. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Not really. Unless you want to grab some plates from the kitchen.”

“Be happy to.” She nodded. “Where are they, exactly?”

“In the cupboard to the left of the sink. Oh, and the pineapple, too. It’s on the counter. And the knife. It should be right there.”

“Be back in a minute.”

“And would you mind bringing some silverware, too? It’s in the drawer near the dishwasher.”

As soon as she turned to enter the house, Travis found himself studying her. There was definitely something about Gabby that interested him. It wasn’t simply that she was attractive; there were pretty women everywhere. There was something about her straightforward intelligence and unforced humor that suggested a grounded sense of right and wrong. Beauty and earthy common sense were a rare combination, yet he doubted she was even aware she possessed it.

By the time she emerged, the kabobs were ready. He loaded a couple on each plate along with some slices of pineapple, and they took their seats at the table. Beyond them, the slow-moving creek reflected the sky like a mirror, the stillness broken only by a flock of starlings passing overhead.

“This is delicious,” she said.

“Thank you.”

She took a sip of her beer and motioned to the boat. “Are you going out again tomorrow?”

“I don’t think so. Tomorrow I’ll probably go riding.”

“Horseback riding?”

He shook his head. “Motorcycle. When I was in college, I bought a beat-up 1983 Honda Shadow with the goal of restoring it and turning it around for a quick profit. Let’s just say it wasn’t quick, and I doubt I’ll ever make a profit. But I can say I did all the work myself.”

“That must be rewarding.”

“Pointless is probably a better word. It’s not very practical, since it has a tendency to break down and genuine parts are almost impossible to find. But isn’t that the price of owning a classic?”

The beer was going down easy, and she took another drink. “I have no idea. I don’t even change my own oil.”

“Have you ever gone riding?”

“No. Too dangerous.”

“Danger depends more on the rider and the conditions than the bike.”

“But yours breaks down.”

“True. But I like to live life on the edge.”

“I’ve noticed that about your personality.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“Neither. But it’s definitely unpredictable. Especially when I try to reconcile it with the fact that you’re a veterinarian. It’s such a stable-sounding profession. When I think of veterinarians, I automatically think family man, complete with an apron-wearing wife and kids visiting the orthodontist.”

“In other words, boring. Like the most exciting thing I should do is golf.”

She thought of Kevin. “There are worse things.”

“Just to let you know, I am a family man.” Travis shrugged. “Except for the family part.”

“That’s kind of a prerequisite, don’t you think?”

“I think that being a family man is more about having the proper worldview than the actual condition of having a family.”

“Nice try.” She squinted at him, feeling the effects of the beer. “I’m not sure I could ever imagine you being married. Somehow, it just doesn’t seem to fit you. You seem more like the dating lots of women, perpetual bachelor kind of guy.”

“You’re not the first person to say that to me. In fact, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you spent too much time listening to my friends today.”

“They were very flattering.”

“That’s why I take them on the boat.”

“And Stephanie?”

“She’s an enigma. But she’s also my sister, so what can I do? Like I said, I’m a family-oriented guy.”

“Why do I get the feeling you’re trying to impress me?”

“Maybe I am. Tell me about your boyfriend. Is he a family man, too?”

“None of your business,” she said.

“Okay, don’t tell me. At least not yet. Tell me about growing up in Savannah instead.”

“I already told you about my family. What else is there to tell?”

“Tell me anything.”

She hesitated. “It was hot in the summer. Very hot. And humid, too.”

“Are you always this vague?”

“I think a little mystery keeps things interesting.”

“Does your boyfriend think that, too?”

“My boyfriend knows me.”

“Is he tall?”

“What does that matter?”

“It doesn’t. I’m just making conversation.”

“Then let’s talk about something else.”

“All right. Have you ever been surfing?”

“Nope.”

“Scuba diving?”

“Nope.”

“Bummer.”

“Why? Because I don’t know what I’m missing?”

“No,” he said. “Because now that my friends are married with children, I need to find someone who’s up for things like that on a regular basis.”

“As far as I can tell, you seem to find ways to keep yourself entertained. You’re wakeboarding or Jet Skiing as soon as you get off work.”

“There’s more to life than just those two things. Like parasailing.”

She laughed and he joined in, and she realized she liked the sound of it.

“I have a question about vet school,” she said apropos of nothing, but no longer caring about the direction of their conversation. It felt good just to relax, to bask in the pleasure of Travis’s company. It made her feel at ease. “I know it’s dumb, but I’ve always wondered how much anatomy you had to study. As in, how many different kinds of animals?”

“Just the major ones,” he said. “Cow, horse, pig, dog, cat, and chicken.”

“And you had to know pretty much everything about each one?”

“As far as anatomy goes, yes.”

She considered that. “Wow. I thought it was hard just doing people.”

“Yeah, but remember: Most people won’t sue me if their chicken dies. Your responsibility is much greater, especially since you’re dealing with kids.” He paused. “And I’ll bet you’re great with them.”

“Why would you say that?”

“You have an aura of kindness and patience.”

“Uh-huh. I think you got too much sun today.”

“Probably,” he said. He motioned to her bottle as he stood. “Want another?”

She hadn’t even realized she’d finished. “I’d better not.”

“I won’t tell anyone.”

“That’s not the point. I don’t want to give you the wrong impression about me.”

“I doubt that’s possible.”

“I don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate it.”

“Then it’s a good thing he’s not here, isn’t it? Besides, we’re just getting to know each other. What harm is there in that?”

“Fine.” She sighed. “Last one, though.”

He brought two more over and opened hers. As soon as she took a drink and felt the corresponding buzz as it went down, she heard a voice inside her whisper, You shouldn’t be doing this.

“You’d like him,” she said, trying to reestablish some boundaries between them. “He’s a great guy.”

“I’m sure he is.”

“And yes, to answer your earlier question, he’s tall.”

“I thought you didn’t want to talk about him.”

“I don’t. I just want you to know I love him.”

“Love is a wonderful thing. It makes life worthwhile. I love being in love.”

“Spoken like a man with plenty of experience. But keep in mind that true love lasts forever.”

“Poets would say that true love always ends in tragedy.”

“And you’re a poet?”

“No. I’m just telling you what they say. I’m not saying I agree. Like you, I’m more of a happy-ending romantic. My parents have been married forever, and that’s what I want to have one day, too.”

Gabby couldn’t help thinking that he was very good at this sort of flirty banter—and then reminded herself that it was because he’d had a lot of practice. Still, she had to admit there was something flattering about his attention, even if she knew Kevin wouldn’t approve.

“Did you know that I almost bought your house?” he asked.

She shook her head, surprised.

“It was for sale at the same time this one was. I liked the floor plan better than this one, but this one already had the deck and the boathouse and a lift. It was a tough choice.”

“And now you’ve even got a hot tub.”

“You like that?” He cocked an eyebrow. “We could get in later, once the sun goes down.”

“I don’t have my suit.”

“Bathing suits are optional, of course.”