from behind the curtains or peeking in Thibault’s direction when he spent time with Nana. But Ben kept his distance. He wondered if that was his choice or his mother’s.
Probably his mother’s.
He knew he hadn’t made a good first impression on her. The way he froze when he first saw her didn’t help. He’d known she was attractive, but the faded photo didn’t capture the warmth of her smile or the serious way she studied him, as if searching for hidden flaws.
Lost in thought, he reached the main training area behind the office. The mastiff was panting hard, and Thibault led him toward the kennel. He told Zeus to sit and stay, then put the mastiff back in his cage. He filled the water bowl, along with a few others that seemed low, and retrieved from the office the simple lunch he’d packed earlier. Then he headed for the creek.
He liked to eat there. The brackish water and shady oak with its low-slung branches draped with Spanish moss lent a prehistoric feeling to the place that he and Zeus both enjoyed. Through the trees and at the edge of his vision, he noted a tree house and wood-planked rope bridge that appeared to have been constructed with scraps, something thrown together by someone not completely sure what they were doing. As usual, Zeus stood in the water up to his haunches, cooling off before ducking his head underwater and barking. Crazy dog.
“What’s he doing?” a voice asked.
Thibault turned and saw Ben standing at the edge of the clearing. “No idea.” He shrugged. “Barking at fish, I guess.”
He pushed up his glasses. “Does he do that a lot?”
“Every time he’s out here.”
“It’s strange,” the boy remarked.
“I know.”
Zeus took note of Ben’s presence, making sure no threat was evident, then stuck his head under the water and barked again. Ben stayed at the edge of the clearing. Unsure what to say next, Thibault took another bite of his sandwich.
“I saw you come out here yesterday,” Ben said.
“Yeah?”
“I followed you.”
“I guess you did.”
“My tree house is over there,” he said. He pointed. “It’s my secret hideout.”
“It’s a good thing to have,” Thibault said. He motioned to the branch beside him. “You want to sit down?”
“I can’t get too close.”
“No?”
“My mom says you’re a stranger.”
“It’s a good idea to listen to your mom.”
Ben seemed satisfied with Thibault’s response but uncertain about what to do next. He turned from Thibault to Zeus, debating, before deciding to take a seat on a toppled tree near where he’d been standing, preserving the distance between them.
“Are you going to work here?” he asked.
“I am working here.”
“No. I mean are you going to quit?”
“I don’t plan to.” He raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“Because the last two guys quit. They didn’t like cleaning up the poop.”
“Not everyone does.”
“Does it bother you?”
“Not really.”
“I don’t like the way it smells.” Ben made a face.
“Most people don’t. I just try to ignore it.”
Ben pushed his glasses up on his nose again. “Where’d you get the name Zeus?”
Thibault couldn’t hide a smile. He’d forgotten how curious kids could be. “That was his name when I got him.”
“Why didn’t you change it to something you wanted?”
“I don’t know. Didn’t think about it, I guess.”
“We had a German shepherd. His name was Oliver.”
“Yeah?”
“He died.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Ben assured him. “He was old.”
Thibault finished his sandwich, stuffed the plastic wrap back in the bag, and opened the bag of nuts he’d packed. He noticed Ben staring at him and gestured toward the bag.
“You want some almonds?”
Ben shook his head. “I’m not supposed to accept food from strangers.”
“Okay. How old are you?”
“Ten. How old are you?”
“Twenty-eight.”
“You look older.”
“So do you.”
Ben smiled at that. “My name’s Ben.”
“Nice to meet you, Ben. I’m Logan Thibault.”
“Did you really walk here from Colorado?”
Thibault squinted at him. “Who told you that?”
“I heard Mom talking to Nana. They said that most normal people would have drove.”
“They’re right.”
“Did your legs get tired?”
“At first they did. But after a while, I got used to all the walking. So did Zeus. Actually, I think he liked the walk. There was always something new to see, and he got to chase a zillion squirrels.”
Ben shuffled his feet back and forth, his expression serious. “Can Zeus fetch?”
“Like a champ. But only for a few throws. He gets bored after that. Why? Do you want to throw a stick for him?”
“Can I?”
Thibault cupped his mouth and called for Zeus to come; the dog came bounding out of the water, paused a