opened the driver’s side door for her; inside, I saw her handbag on the passenger seat, and a small crucifix hanging from the rearview mirror.
“I enjoyed the day so much,” she said. “Thank you.”
“I did too,” I admitted. “And you’re welcome.”
The sun was at her back, making her face difficult to read, but when she placed her hand lightly on my forearm, I sensed that she, like me, didn’t want the day to end just yet.
“How long will you be at your parents’?”
“Not long,” she said. “I’ll visit for a couple of hours and then head back home. I have to work tomorrow morning.”
“How about we meet for dinner later? When you get back?”
She studied me carefully, then hedged. “I’m not sure what time that will be.”
“Any time is fine,” I said. “You could shoot me a text when you’re leaving and I could meet you somewhere.”
“I…um…”
She trailed off before reaching into her pocket and pulling out her keys.
“I don’t like to go out in New Bern,” she finally said.
Though I could have asked her the reason, I didn’t. Instead, I took a step backward, giving her space. “It’s just dinner, not a commitment. Everyone’s got to eat.”
She said nothing, but part of me began to suspect that she wanted to say yes. As to why she was holding back, I still wasn’t sure.
“I could meet you down at the beach if it’s easier,” I offered.
“That’s out of the way for you.”
“I haven’t been to the beach since I’ve been back here,” I said. “I’ve been meaning to go.”
Well, not really. Not until just now, anyway.
“I don’t know of any good restaurants at the beach,” she said.
“Then how about Beaufort? You must have someplace you like there.”
As I waited for her answer, she jingled her keys. “There is a place…” she began, her voice barely audible.
“Anywhere,” I said.
“The Blue Moon Bistro,” she said in a rush, almost like she was afraid she would change her mind. “But it can’t be too late.”
“Pick the time. I’ll meet you there.”
“How about half past six?”
“Perfect.”
“Thank you again for the beekeeping lesson today.”
“Glad to do it,” I said. “I enjoyed spending time with you.”
She let out a soft exhale as she slipped into the driver’s seat. “Me too.”
I closed her door and she turned the key. The engine came to life, and glancing over her shoulder, she backed the car out. As the car stopped and then began to roll forward, I reflected on the mystery of Natalie Masterson. By turns confident and vulnerable, revealing and secretive, she seemed to be a woman of complex instincts.
Still, what had begun as a flirty diversion had already begun to morph into something deeper, a desire to connect with and truly understand a woman whom I couldn’t figure out. Nor could I shake my desire to connect with the real Natalie—to leap the wall she seemed compelled to build between us—and perhaps form something even deeper and more meaningful. Even to me, it struck me as a romantic notion that bordered on the ridiculous—I reminded myself again that I didn’t really know her—but at the same time, I know what my grandfather would have said.
Trust your instincts, just like the bees do.
Walking back to the house, I spotted the jars of honey on the porch table and realized she’d forgotten to take them. I put them in the SUV, then spent the rest of the afternoon on the back porch with a textbook in my lap, trying not to think about Natalie or even my own feelings, but finding it impossible to concentrate. Instead, I replayed our time together over and over again, finally admitting to myself that I was simply counting the minutes until I could see her again.
Chapter 6
What to wear.
Normally, I wouldn’t have thought twice about it, but I found myself googling the restaurant to get a better idea of the dress code. As far as I could tell, the place was tasteful and charming. Built in a historic home, the photos showed heart pine flooring, smaller tables with white tablecloths, and plenty of natural light streaming in through the windows. I could imagine getting away with jeans, but in the end, I went with your basic Annapolis look: tan pants, a white button-up shirt, navy sport jacket, and Top-Siders. All I needed was a scarf, and I could walk around saying things like, Anyone up for some yachting?
It would take a little under an hour to get there, but not wanting to be