That Summer Thing. Pamela Bauer
need to ask?”
He gave her a look of disbelief. “Because of Charlie?”
She hated the way her stomach muscles tensed at the mention of her ex-husband. For fifteen years she’d been able to pretend that Charlie Callahan didn’t exist. But now, thanks to one legal document, the window to that corner of her memory was reopened. A beneficiary of Abraham Steele’s last will and testament, Beth was now in the uncomfortable position of being in a partnership with a man she hadn’t expected to ever see again.
“I told you I wanted to sell my half to him,” she said as calmly as possible.
“Yes, but right now that half belongs to you and you have a right to use it. Besides, Charlie’s not even going to be in Riverbend this weekend. I talked to him yesterday and he told me he was going out of town. Some builders trade show in Indianapolis.”
She chewed on her lower lip. Using the houseboat would solve the problem of where she was going to sleep tonight. And it would be nice to have a quiet room all to herself where she wouldn’t feel she was inconveniencing anyone.
“Why are you hesitating? You have every legal right to use the boat, Beth,” Ed assured her.
This wasn’t about her rights. It was about memories. Ever since she’d learned she’d inherited the houseboat, unwelcome images had begun creeping into her consciousness. Too much had happened on that houseboat, things best forgotten.
“I’m just not sure it’s a good idea, that’s all,” she told him. “I can go to a motel.”
“Trust me, Beth. The Queen Mary is nicer than any motel around here. Abraham completely remodeled it before he died.”
Which meant she might not even recognize the place. Maybe she could stay on the boat and not be plagued with memories of the past. “Don’t I need a key or something?”
“I have one.” Ed disappeared, only to return a few minutes later carrying a small key ring and a black leather-bound folder. “You’ll need this, too.”
“What is it?” she asked as he handed her the folder.
“All the information you’ll need to use the boat. I’ve already looked at it and it’s pretty self-explanatory. Basic stuff about the water and electricity. There are diagrams in there, as well.”
Seeing the amount of information in the folder added to Beth’s trepidation. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea. I don’t know the first thing about houseboats.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll go with you to Steele’s marina and answer any questions you have. Do you remember the way, or do you want me to drive and you can follow in your car?”
“I remember where it is, but I’m not sure I should drive my car.” She went on to tell him about the engine light coming on.
“Why don’t you leave it here and I’ll take a look at it in the morning?” he suggested. “I can drive you to the marina tonight and pick you up in the morning.”
“I’d appreciate that.”
“Are you sure you won’t stay with us?” Grace asked as they prepared to leave.
Beth was tempted to take her up on her offer, but she knew she couldn’t. Like it or not, the houseboat was the best place for her to sleep this weekend. She would just have to do what she’d done for the past fifteen years. Forget about that other long-ago night she’d spent on the Queen Mary.
Forget about Charlie Callahan.
CHAPTER TWO
JUST AS IT HAD BEEN all those years ago, the Queen Mary was docked at the small private marina just south of town. As Ed’s Jeep traveled across the gravel road with nothing but blackness on either side of it, Beth tried unsuccessfully to suppress a shiver. She couldn’t help but remember the last time she’d been down this road. She’d been with Charlie, on her way to what he’d promised would be a night she’d never forget. Little had either of them known how true those words would be.
“Here we are,” Ed announced, turning into a small parking lot. “If you wait a second, I’ll get a flashlight and light the way.”
She did as he suggested, remaining in the Jeep until he’d retrieved a portable lantern from the back. As she climbed out of the vehicle, he aimed the beam of light toward the ground. “Watch your step.”
Beth stayed close to him as he led her onto the pier and over to the houseboat. “So this is it?” she said, thinking that it didn’t look as big as it had when she’d been a teenager.
“Like I said, it’s changed since you were last here. Abraham spent a pile of dough remodeling it. Wait until you see all of the conveniences he added.”
Beth saw what her brother was talking about when they stepped inside. The salon had a white leather sectional sofa that allowed occupants a good view of the water, as well as the big-screen TV built into a cabinet against one wall. Next to it was a stereo system and a VCR. All the windows had custom-made deep blue drapes that matched the carpet beneath her feet.
“This is nicer than my apartment,” she said, admiring the oak cabinetry in the galley. She fingered the shiny black front of a microwave suspended beneath one of the cabinets.
“The guy had the bucks to spend and he liked nice stuff.”
Beth sat down on one of the high-backed stools next to the bar and twirled around. “It’s hard to believe all this was someone’s toy, isn’t it?”
“It’s your toy now,” he reminded her.
She shook her head. “It doesn’t make any sense. Why would he leave something like this to two people who haven’t seen each other in fifteen years?” The question had been nagging her ever since she’d received the letter from the attorney stating she was one of Abraham Steele’s beneficiaries.
He sighed. “Who knows what motivated him to leave any of the River Rats anything? Whatever the reasons for his bequests, the fact remains you own half this place.”
“Yeah, me, who never liked the river,” she stated dryly.
“Well, lucky for you, Charlie does.”
Beth knew all too well how much her ex-husband enjoyed the river. The memory of a fifteen-year-old boy splashing in the water surfaced in her mind. She had gone down to the river to look for Ed, who was supposed to be fishing with a couple of the other River Rats. To her surprise, the boys weren’t dangling their lines in the water. They were skinny-dipping.
There had been four naked bodies frolicking in the river that day, but Beth’s eyes had only noticed one. Charlie’s.
At thirteen, she’d had a limited knowledge of male anatomy, gained mainly from science textbooks and baby-sitting ten-month-old Billy Benson. The shock of seeing a nude teenage boy had frozen her to the spot.
She wasn’t sure how long she had stood there staring at him, but as she raced back to her house on wobbly legs, she knew that from that moment on, she could no longer regard Charlie as the boy next door, the boy who was good friends with her older brother, Ed, the boy who walked her and Lucy to the school bus stop. Things had changed.
To the rest of Riverbend he might still look like her second big brother, but to Beth he had become something more. Every time he smiled at her, she’d felt warm inside, and when he casually touched her, she’d gotten all tingly. It had been the beginning of an infatuation that would last through high school.
She shook her head, hoping she could toss the memories aside as easily as she flipped back her hair. “He must be remarried by now.”
“Do you really want to know the answer to that question?” Ed asked with a lift of one eyebrow.
Beth didn’t. For fifteen years she’d avoided asking