The Lucky One - By Nicholas Sparks Page 0,57

and started trotting in wide arcs, nose to the ground. Within seconds, he’d picked up the trail and he vanished into the darkness.

“Should we follow him?” Beth asked.

“Do you want to?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s go.”

They’d barely reached the first of the trees when she heard Zeus emit a playful bark. Right after that, Ben’s voice sounded in a squeal of delight. When she turned toward Logan, he shrugged.

“You weren’t lying, were you?” she asked. “What was that? Two minutes?”

“It wasn’t hard for him. I knew Ben wouldn’t be too far away.”

“What’s the longest he’s ever tracked something?”

“He followed a deer trail for, I don’t know, eight miles or so? Something like that, anyway. He could have gone on, too, but it ended at someone’s fence. That was in Tennessee.”

“Why did you track the deer?”

“Practice. He’s a smart dog. He likes to learn, and he likes to use his skills.” At that moment, Zeus came padding out from the trees, Ben a step behind him. “Which is why this is just as much fun for him as it is for Ben.”

“That was amazing!” Ben called out. “He just walked right up to me. I wasn’t making a sound!”

“You want to do it again?” Logan asked.

“Can I?” Ben pleaded.

“If it’s okay with your mom.”

Ben turned to his mother, and she raised her hands. “Go ahead.”

“Okay, put him inside again. And I’m really going to hide this time,” Ben declared.

“You got it,” Logan said.

The second time Ben hid, Zeus found him in a tree. The third time, with Ben retracing his steps in an attempt to throw him off, Zeus found him a quarter mile away, in his tree house by the creek. Beth wasn’t thrilled with this final choice; the unstable bridge and platform always seemed far more dangerous at night, but by then, Ben was getting tired and ready to call it quits anyway.

Logan followed them back to the house. After saying good night to an exhausted Ben, he turned to Beth and cleared his throat. “I want to thank you for a great evening, but I should probably be heading home,” he said.

Despite the fact that it was close to ten o’clock, part of her didn’t want him to go just yet.

“Do you need a ride?” she offered. “Ben will be asleep in a couple of minutes, and I’d be glad to bring you home.”

“I appreciate the offer, but we’ll be fine. I like to walk.”

“I know. I don’t know much about you, but I do know that.” She smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“I’ll be here at seven.”

“I can feed the dogs if you’d rather come in a bit later.”

“It’s no problem. And besides, I’d like to see Ben before he leaves. And I’m sure Zeus will, too. Poor guy probably won’t know what to do without Ben chasing him.”

“All right, then . . .” She hugged her arms, suddenly disappointed at the thought of Logan’s departure.

“Would it be okay if I borrowed the truck tomorrow? I need to run into town to get a few things to fix the brakes. If not, I can walk.”

She smiled. “Yeah, I know. But it’s not a problem. I have to drop Ben off and run some errands, but if I don’t see you, I’ll just put the keys under the mat on the driver’s side.”

“Fine,” he said. He looked directly at her. “Good night, Elizabeth.”

“Good night, Logan.”

Once he was gone, Beth checked on Ben and gave him another kiss on the cheek before going to her room. She replayed the evening as she undressed, musing on the mystery of Logan Thibault.

He was different from any man she’d ever met, she thought, and then immediately chided herself for being so obvious. Of course he was different, she told herself. He was new to her. She’d never spent much time with him before. Even so, she reasoned she was mature enough to recognize the truth when she saw it.

Logan was different. Lord knows Keith wasn’t anything like him. Nor, in fact, was anyone else she’d dated since the divorce. Most of those men had been fairly easy to read; no matter how polite and charming or rough and unrefined they might be, everything they did seemed like transparent efforts at getting her into bed. “Man crap,” as Nana described it. And Nana, she knew, wasn’t wrong.

But with Logan . . . well, that was the thing. She had no idea what he wanted from her. She knew he found her attractive, and he seemed to

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