You can spend it on whatever you want.” Annie would have killed him. She would have laid him right out on the kitchen floor and kicked the life out of him.
“This is the first birthday in my entire life that I didn’t get a doll,” Lacey said. She was not looking at either of them. She poked her fork up and down in a pink sugar flower.
“Well, I figured you’re fourteen now,” Alec said. “Pretty old for a doll.”
She shrugged. “Mom said she’d get me one each year till I was twenty-one.”
“She did?” Alec asked, truly surprised.
Lacey looked up at him, meeting his eyes for the first time in what seemed like months, and he cringed at the hurt in her face. “When I have kids, I’ll never forget their birthdays.”
“I didn’t actually forget it, Lacey. I know your birthday’s July first. I just didn’t realize that it was already July.”
“So you thought maybe it was just June twenty-ninth or thirtieth, then, right? You must have been planning what you would get me. I just bet you were.” She got up from the table. She was starting to cry and trying to hide her face from him, letting her hair fall forward to cover her eyes.
Alec stood up too and reached for her shoulder. “Sweetheart…”
She jerked away from him. “I bet you know the exact date your stupid lighthouse was built, don’t you? I bet you have some gigantic anniversary celebration planned.” She took off out the back door.
“You have school tomorrow, Lace,” he called through the screen. “I don’t want…”
“Fuck you!” she shouted over her shoulder, words that shut him up, that sent a pain into his chest where the enchiladas lay like concrete behind his breastbone. He wanted to go after her, tell her he wouldn’t stand for her to talk to him that way, but Annie would never have made an issue out of it. Besides, Lacey had come entirely too close to the truth. The construction of the Kiss River Lighthouse began on April 5, 1869, and was completed five years later. The lantern was lit for the first time on September 30, 1874, and for this year’s anniversary of the first illumination they were indeed planning an enormous celebration. He had already ordered the cake.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
It was not exactly impulse that made Alec stop by the Kill Devil Hills Emergency Room. He’d been planning to do it for a few days now, but it wasn’t until he pulled into the parking lot, his heart rocketing a little from the memory of the last time he’d been there, that he knew today was the day.
The waiting room was packed, and he wondered if Olivia would be able to get away. He was pleased to see all those people, though. They gave the emergency room an entirely different appearance from the night Annie died. He would hardly know he was in the same place.
He approached the reception desk, where a balding, barrel-chested man was bullying the frightened young receptionist.
“I’ve been waiting a goddamn hour!” The man pressed against the desk, jutting his chin toward her. He held a blood-smeared rag to his forearm. “You could
The receptionist stuttered as she tried to explain the reason for the delay, and the man interrupted her with expletives and threats. Alec thought, unhappily, that he should probably intervene. He was trying to figure the best course of action when Olivia appeared at the young woman’s side. For a second, Alec didn’t recognize her. She looked different here. It was not just the white coat. She seemed taller, her eyes greener, the lashes long and black. She didn’t notice him as she leaned across the reception desk toward the man.
“I’m sorry you’ve had to wait,” she said. “But this isn’t McDonald’s.”
Alec grinned, and the man opened his mouth to say something, but Olivia cut him off.
“There are people ahead of you with injuries more serious than yours,” she said. “We’ll get to you as soon as we can.”
Something in her voice shut the man up. He turned, grumbling to himself, and took his seat again, and then Olivia noticed Alec. She frowned. “Are you all right?”
He was surprised by the question. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine.” He leaned across the desk to speak without being overheard. “Are you free for dinner?”
She smiled. “You really want to take me to a restaurant after I cried in my crab salad?”
“Yes,” he said. “I do.”
“Well, why don’t we pick up some Chinese and take it over to my house? I get off at seven.”
Obviously her husband had not moved back in. “Fine,” he said. “I’ll get it and meet you there. What would you like?”
“You choose.” She jotted down directions on a piece of paper and handed it to him.
He walked back to his car. She was in her element in there. There was a confidence in her that had been entirely absent in the restaurant in Duck. He wished he could watch her work. He wanted to see how she would treat that man’s bleeding arm, how she would talk to him while she worked. He wanted to watch her brain and her body work in harmony. He knew how that felt—he could still remember—although it had been so long now. Suddenly, he missed the sensation of touching a living being, of using his hands to heal. He was healing the lighthouse, he told himself, working to save it, but he knew it was not the same. No matter how warm the day, how intense the sun, the lighthouse still felt cool and lifeless beneath his hands.
As soon as she left the ER, Olivia regretted her impulsive decision to ask Alec over. She wanted to see him, she wanted to talk to him again, but at her house? The house Paul still paid half the mortgage on? Paul might even be there. Not likely, but not impossible either. This was the first time she had driven home from work with the hope that he had not decided to stop over.
