Nicholas Sparks - The Lucky One

"He won't get lost," Logan assured her. "Zeus will find him."

"Easy to say when it's not your son."

"I'll be fine," Ben added.

She looked from Ben to Logan before shaking her head. She wasn't entirely comfortable, but Logan didn't seem worried at all "Okay," she said, sighing. "I want one for me, then. Is that okay?"

"Okay," Ben agreed. "What do I do?"

"Hide," Logan said. "And I'll send Zeus to find you."

"Anywhere I want?"

"Why don't you hide out that way?" Logan said, pointing toward a wooded area west of the creek, on the opposite side of the driveway from the kennel. "I don't want you accidentally slipping into the creek. And besides, your scent will be fresh out that way. Remember, you two were playing out this way before dinner. Now once he finds you, just follow him out, okay? That way you won't get lost."

Ben peered toward the woods. "Okay. How do I know he won't watch?"

"I'll put him inside and count to a hundred before I let him out.

"And you won't let him peek?"

"Promise." Logan focused his attention on Zeus. "Come," he said. He went to the door and opened it before pausing. "Is it okay if I let him in?"

Beth nodded. "It's fine."

Logan motioned for Zeus to go in and lie down, then closed the door. "Okay, you're ready."

Ben started to jog toward the woods as Logan began to count out loud. In midstride, Ben called over his shoulder, "Count slower!" His figure gradually merged into the darkness, and even before reaching the woods, he'd vanished from sight.

Beth crossed her arms. "I must say that I don't have a good feeling about this."

"Why not?"

"My son hiding in the woods at night? Gee, I wonder."

"He'll be fine. Zeus will find him in two or three minutes. At the most."

"You have an inordinate amount of faith in your dog." Logan smiled, and for a moment they stood on the porch, taking in the evening. The air, warm and humid but no longer hot, smelled like the land itself: a mixture of oak and pine and earth, an odor that never failed to remind Beth that even though the world was constantly changing, this particular place always seemed to stay the same.

She was aware that Logan had been observing her all night, trying hard not to stare, and she knew she'd been doing the same with him. She realized she liked the way Logan's intent made her feel. She was pleased he found her attractive but liked that his attraction didn't possess any of the urgency or naked desire she often felt when men stared at her. Instead, he seemed content simply to stand beside her, and for whatever reason, it was exactly what she needed.

"I'm glad you stayed for dinner," she offered, not knowing what else to say. "Ben's having a great time."

"I'm glad, too."

"You were so good with him in there. Playing chess, I mean."

"It's not hard."

"You wouldn't think so, right?"

He hesitated. "Are we talking about your ex again?"

"Am I that obvious?" She leaned against a post. "You're right, though. I am talking about my ex. The putz."

He leaned against the post on the opposite side of the stairs, facing her. "And?"

"And I just wish things could be different."

He hesitated, and she knew he was wondering whether or not to say anything more. In the end, he said nothing.

"You wouldn't like him," she volunteered. "In fact, I don't think he'd like you, either."

"No?"

"No. And consider yourself lucky. You're not missing anything."

He looked at her steadily, not saying anything. Remembering the way she had shut him down earlier, she supposed. She brushed away a few strands of hair that had fallen into her eyes, wondering whether to go on. "Do you want to hear about it?"

"Only if you want to tell me," he offered.

She felt her thoughts drifting from the present to the past and sighed. "It's the oldest story in the book… I was a nerdy high school senior, he was a couple of years older than me, but we'd gone to the same church for as long as I can remember, so I knew exactly who he was. We started going out a few months before I graduated. His family is well-off, and he'd always dated the most popular girls, and I guess I just got caught up in the fantasy of it all. I overlooked some obvious problems, made excuses for others, and the next thing you know, I found out I was pregnant. All of a sudden, my life just… changed, you know? I wasn't going to go to college that fall, I had no idea how to even be a mother, let alone a single mother; I couldn't imagine how I was going to pull it all off. The last thing in the world I expected was for him to propose. But for whatever reason, he did, and I said yes, and even though I wanted to believe that it was all going to work out and did my best to convince Nana that I knew what I was doing, I think both of us knew it was a mistake before the ink was dry on the marriage certificate. We had virtually nothing in common. Anyway, we argued pretty much constantly, and ended up separating soon after Ben was born. And then, I was really lost."

Logan brought his hands together. "But it didn't stop you."

"Stop me from what?"

"From eventually going to college and becoming a teacher. And figuring out how to be a single mother." He grinned, "And somehow pulling it off."

She gave him a grateful smile. "With Nana's help."

"Whatever it takes." He crossed one leg over the other, seeming to study her before he smirked. "Nerdy, huh?"

"In high school? Oh yeah. I was definitely nerdy."

"I find that hard to believe."

"Believe what you want."

"So how did college work?"

"With Ben, you mean? It wasn't easy. But I already had some AP credits, which gave me a bit of a head start, and then I took classes at the community college while Ben was still in diapers. I took classes only two or three days a week while Nana took care of Ben, and I'd come home and study when I wasn't being Mom. Same thing when I transferred to UNC Wilmington, which was close enough to go to school and make it back here at night. It took me six years to get my degree and certificate, but I didn't want to take advantage of Nana, and I didn't want to give my ex any reason to get full Custody. And back then, he might have tried for it, just because he could."

"He sounds like a charmer."

She grimaced. "You have no idea."

"You want me to beat him up?"

She laughed. "That's funny. There might have been a time when I would have taken you up on that, but not anymore. He's just… immature. He thinks every woman he meets is crazy for him, gets angry at little things, and blames other people when things go wrong. Thirty One going on sixteen, if you know what I mean." From the side, she could sense Logan watching her. "But enough about him. Tell me something about you."

"Like what?"

"Anything. I don't know. Why did you major in anthropology?"

He considered the question. "Personality, I guess."

"What does that mean?"

"I knew I didn't want to major in anything practical like business or engineering, and toward the end of my freshman year, I started talking to other liberal arts majors. The most interesting ones I met were anthropology majors. I wanted to be interesting."

"You're kidding."

"I'm not. That's why I took the first introductory classes, at least. After that, I realized that anthropology is a great blend of history and supposition and mystery, all of which appealed to me. I was hooked."

"How about frat parties?"

"Not my thing."

"Football games?"

"No."

"Did you ever think you missed out on what college was sup' posed to be?"

"No."

"Me neither," she agreed. "Not once I had Ben, anyway."

He nodded, then gestured toward the woods. "Um… do you think we should have Zeus find Ben now?"

"Oh, my gosh!" she cried, her tone slightly panicked. "Yes. He can find him, right? How long has it been?"