16 Lighthouse Road - By Debbie Macomber Page 0,103

was ready and a line of revelers straggled around the gym floor. Seth bought them each a glass of wine and sat next to her at the table for eight.

It wasn't long before Justine fell into conversation with the others. Soon pictures of her classmates' children were passed around and she found herself looking at the cherubic faces and listening to stories full of love and pride. Justine carried a small photograph of her newborn niece and showed it to Seth.

"James is married? When did this happen?"

"Earlier in the year. Isn't Isabella beautiful?" Justine had made a firm decision not to be a mother, but as she studied the photographs she was handed, she felt an intense and unexpected longing. It would eventually pass; she recognized that, even as she struggled to deal with a slew of unwelcome emotions.

"Excuse me," she said, getting to her feet. Instead of heading for the ladies' room, Justine walked outside, out the front door, letting the cool air revive her. She leaned against the flagpole and closed her eyes, breathing in the night air and with it the return of her rational self. She wasn't like those people back inside the school. She never had been. She was separate, different. Not above them, just not one of them. She'd known it in high school and felt it even more profoundly ten years out.

"Justine?" Seth joined her. "Is something wrong?"

"No." She was quick to assure him that everything was fine, but he wasn't fooled.

"What is it?"

She shook her head. She couldn't explain to Seth, of all people, that she'd come outside in order to clear her head and put her life back in perspective.

"You look like you're about to cry," Seth commented.

"That's ridiculous." She turned away, but Seth caught her hand and drew her gently into his arms. She could have resisted at any time - but didn't. She knew he intended to kiss her even before his lips claimed hers. This wasn't their first kiss, but Justine had conveniently forgotten what this man was capable of doing to her resolve.

The effect of his kisses was like putting a match to lighter fluid, each one hotter and more explosive. "This isn't a good idea," Justine cried, tearing her mouth from his, her breathing labored.

"It's a terrible idea," Seth agreed, but it was clear he was teasing her as he brought his mouth to hers. He held her head between his hands, but Justine wasn't struggling. She submitted fully to the kiss, starved for his touch.

"We have to stop," she whimpered.

"The reunion..." he murmured.

"Yes...yes, we should get back." Justine broke away and hid her face against his collarbone as her shoulders heaved.

Seth held still, arms around her waist, until his ragged breathing slowed.

"This really isn't a good idea," Justine finally said, and broke free from Seth entirely.

"Why isn't it?"

"You aren't going to like the answer," she told him.

"What?" he asked. "I suppose you're going to say you've decided to accept Warren's proposal, after all?"

She attempted a smile, one that would show him she was confident in her decision. "Actually, I have."

"You're going to marry Warren Saget?" The question sounded incredulous.

She lowered her eyes and nodded.

Seth didn't say anything for several seconds, then exhaled slowly. "If that's your choice, I'm obliged to honor it. I only want the best for you, and if that's Warren as your husband...I won't try to change your mind."

He spun on his heel and returned to the reunion alone.

Dan had been missing for over three months now, and as the weeks drifted by, Grace had become almost accustomed to living alone. She'd adopted a routine of sorts, which helped her forget that the man she'd been married to all those years had abandoned her and their two daughters. She couldn't understand why he hadn't stayed long enough to see their first grandchild. Kelly had convinced herself that her father would be back before the baby was born, but Grace held out no such hope.

Roy McAfee continued to give her biweekly updates on his progress, but so far he had nothing of significance to report. There'd been no more sightings of Dan in town after that one time. Grace suspected there wouldn't be. Her husband had come to deliver a message and Grace had received it loud and clear. He hadn't been to the house again, either.

Thursday evening after she'd closed the library for the night, Grace walked toward her car, which she'd left near Waterfront Park. Concert on the Cove - a