enjoy her company. But after that, she had absolutely no idea what his intentions might be, since he seemed to enjoy Ben’s company as well. In a way, she thought, he treated her like a number of the married men she knew: You’re pretty and you’re interesting, but I’m already taken.
It occurred to her, though, that maybe he was taken. Maybe he had a girlfriend back in Colorado, or maybe he’d just broken up with the love of his life and was still getting over it. Thinking back, she realized that even though he’d described the things he’d seen and done on his journey across the country, she still had no idea why he’d gone on the walk in the first place or why he’d decided to end his trek in Hampton. His history wasn’t so much mysterious as hidden, which was strange. If she’d learned one thing about men, it was that they liked to talk about themselves: their jobs, their hobbies, past accomplishments, their motivations. Logan did none of those things. Puzzling.
She shook her head, thinking she was probably reading too much into it. It wasn’t as if they’d gone out on a date, after all. It was more like a friendly get-together—tacos, chess, and conversation. A family event.
She put on pajamas and picked up a magazine from her bedside table. She absently flipped through the pages before turning out the light. But when she closed her eyes, she kept visualizing the way the corners of his mouth would turn up slightly whenever she said something he found humorous or the way his eyebrows knit together when he concentrated on a task. For a long time, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep, wondering if maybe, just maybe, Logan was awake and thinking of her, too.
13
Thibault
Thibault watched as Victor cast his line into the cool Minnesota water. It was a cloudless Saturday morning. The air was still, the lake mirroring the pristine skies. They had set out on the lake early, wanting to fish before it became crowded with Jet Skis and speedboats. It was their last day of vacation; tomorrow, both were scheduled to fly out. For their final evening, they planned to eat at a local steak house they’d heard was the best in town.
“I think you’ll be able to find this woman,” Victor announced without preamble.
Thibault was reeling in his own line. “Who?”
“The woman in the photo who brings you luck.”
Thibault squinted at his friend. “What are you talking about?”
“When you look for her. I think you’ll be able to find her.”
Thibault inspected his hook carefully and cast again. “I’m not going to look for her.”
“So you say now. But you will.”
Thibault shook his head. “No, I won’t. And even if I wanted to, there’s no way I could.”
“You’ll find a way.” Victor sounded smug in his certainty.
Thibault stared at his friend. “Why are we even talking about this?”
“Because,” Victor pronounced, “it’s not over yet.”
“Believe me, it’s over.”
“I know you think so. But it isn’t.”
Thibault had learned long ago that once Victor started on a topic, he would continue to expound on it until he was satisfied he’d made his point. Because it wasn’t the way Thibault wanted to spend their last day, he figured he might as well get it over with once and for all.
“Okay,” he said, sighing. “Why isn’t it over?”
Victor shrugged. “Because there is no balance.”
“No balance,” Thibault repeated, his tone flat.
“Yes,” Victor said. “Exactly. You see?”
“No.”
Victor groaned at Thibault’s denseness. “Say someone comes to put a roof on your house. The man works hard, and at the end, he is paid. Only then is it over. But in this case, with the photograph, it is as if the roof has been put on, but the owner has not paid. Until payment is made, everything is out of balance.”
“Are you saying that I owe this woman something?” Thibault’s voice was skeptical.
“Yes. The photo kept you safe and brought you luck. But until payment is made, it is not over.”
Thibault reached for a soda in the cooler. He handed one to Victor. “You do realize you sound insane.”
Victor accepted the can with a nod. “To some, maybe. But eventually, you will look for her. There is a greater purpose to all this. It is your destiny.”
“My destiny.”
“Yes.”
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t know. But you will know it when you get there.”
Thibault stayed quiet, wishing Victor had never brought up the subject. In the silence, Victor studied his friend.