phone was definitely off. So I shot off another text.
Valentina: I’ll still pick you up from the train. Text me when you know which one you’ll be on.
I tossed my phone into my purse and slipped into a pair of flip-flops. Ryan being home complicated things between Ford and me and the plans I’d had for us to celebrate this weekend, but I couldn’t be upset my son had surprised me. I was happy he was home.
On my way down the stairs, I was surprised to hear two voices, but found no one in the house. “Ryan?” I yelled.
“On the back deck!”
I found Ryan leaning over the railing talking to Bella. “I didn’t know Ryan was coming this weekend,” she said.
“I didn’t either. He surprised me.”
“Awww, that’s so sweet. It’s been a while, huh, Rye-Rye?”
I hadn’t heard that nickname in at least ten years. Bella used to call Ryan that when he was little, and he’d hated it.
But when I looked over at my son, he didn’t seem to dislike it anymore. His eyes dipped down to do a quick sweep over Bella. He was checking her out. “You’ve changed.”
She batted her eyelashes. “So did you.”
Oh God. No.
I needed to get Ryan the hell out of here. I tugged at my son’s arm. “We’ve gotta run. See you later, Bella.”
Our lunch lasted two hours. We went to Lobster Roll and sat outside on the benches eating and talking, mostly about his first year of college and his internship.
“All we’ve done is talk about me. Tell me how your summer was. Is it weird being out here without Dad and me?”
I shook my head. “It’s different, but not weird. He actually was out a few weeks ago to get an estimate on some work we need done at the house.”
“How’d that go?”
I smiled. “About as well as the last few years we were together. He said something that pissed me off, and I told him to get out.”
Ryan laughed. “He’s been calling me a lot lately.”
In my head, I thought, Of course he is. His toddler girlfriend moved to India, so he finally has some time to pay attention to his son. Ryan couldn’t possibly have time for two teenagers in his busy life.
But I swallowed my real thoughts and went with something supportive. “That’s good. I’m glad you two are making more of an effort to stay connected.”
He shrugged. “How would you feel toward Tom if he cheated on Eve?”
I knew what he was getting at. “I adore Tom. But I’d always be on Eve’s side, of course. Then again, Tom isn’t my father.”
He wrinkled up his napkin and tossed it on his empty plate. “He’s not seeing her anymore.”
I nodded. “I know. He told me.”
“Is…there any way you’d ever forgive him?”
Oh God. He might look like a grown man, but inside he was still my little boy who hated to see his parents broken up.
“You know what? I sort of have forgiven him. At least I’m moving on from it. I’m not going to lie, your father and I splitting up was hard on me. I think you know that. But now that I’m on the other side of it, I realize we would have wound up here no matter what. We were kids when we got married, and I have no regrets about the decisions I made because I got you out of it, and your father and I…we had some good years. But we grew apart as we grew up, and neither of us was happy for a long time. I blamed it on what he’d done, because it was easier at the time. But our relationship was in trouble long before he did what he did. In fact, the poor state of our marriage is probably one of the main reasons he turned to someone else.”
My son looked down. “I get it. It was stupid for me to even ask.”
I reached out and took his hand. “No, it wasn’t. It’s perfectly normal for a child to want his parents to be happily married.”
Ryan nodded. “That reminds me. What should I have said to Bella about her parents? I wasn’t sure if I should say anything, so I didn’t.”
“I think you can just give your condolences if you see her again. She talks about them a lot, and she’s okay with people mentioning it.”
“Crazy that she lost them both.” He shook his head. “And I’m sitting here selfishly asking if you and Dad might get back together.