Loving Jack

It wasn't any use pretending he didn't want to talk about it. If that had been the case, he could have made some excuse and remained on the building site. He'd come because Cody could be counted on to be honest, whether the truth was pretty or not.

'No, I haven't called her.'

'So you did have a fight?'

'I don't think you could call it a fight.' Frowning, he remembered the china shattering on the floor. 'No, you could call it that.'

'People in love fight all the time.'

Nathan smiled again. 'That sounds like something she'd say.'

'Sensible woman.' He poured a second cup of coffee and noted that Nathan had left his untouched. 'From the looks of you, I'd say whatever you two fought about, she won.'

'No. Neither of us did.'

Cody was silent for a moment, tapping his spoon on the table with the tinny country song playing on the jukebox. 'My old man was big on sending flowers whenever he and my mother went at each other. Worked every time.'

'This isn't as simple as that.'

Cody waited until two heaping plates were set in front of them. He sent the waitress a cheeky wink, then dug in. 'Nathan, I know you're the kind of man who likes to keep things to himself. I respect that. Working with you the last couple of years has been an education for me, in organization and control, in professionalism. But I figure by this time we're more than associates. A man has trouble with a woman, it usually helps if he dumps it out on another man. Not that another man understands women any better. They can just be confused about it together.'

A semi pulled up in front of the diner's dusty window, gears groaning. 'Jack wanted a commitment. I couldn't give her one.'

'Couldn't?' Cody took his time pouring honey on a biscuit. 'Isn't the word wouldn't?'

'Not in this case. For reasons I don't want to get into, I couldn't give her the marriage and family she wanted. Needed. Jack needed promises. I don't make promises.'

'Well, that's for you to decide.' Cody scooped up more eggs. 'But it seems to me you're not too happy about it. If you don't love her-'

'I didn't say I didn't love her.'

'Didn't you? Guess I misunderstood.'

'Look, Cody, marriage is impossible enough when people think alike, when they have the same attitudes and habits. When they're as different as Jack and I, it's worse than impossible. She wants a home, kids and all the confusion that goes with it. I'm on the road for weeks at a time, and when I come home I want…' He let his words trail off because he no longer knew. He used to know.

'Yeah, that's a problem, all right,' Cody continued as if Nathan weren't staring out of the window. 'I guess dragging a woman along, having her to share those nameless hotel rooms and solitary meals, would be inconvenient. And having one who loved you waiting for you when you got home would be a pain.'

Nathan turned back from the window and gave Cody a level look. 'It would be unfair to her.'

'Probably right. It's better to move on and be unhappy without her than risk being happy with her. Your eggs are getting cold, boss.'

'Marriages break up as often as they work out.'

'Yeah, the statistics are lousy. Makes you wonder why people keep jumping in.'

'You haven't.'

'Nope. Haven't found a woman mean enough.' He grinned as he shoveled in the last of his eggs. 'Maybe I'll look Jack up next week.' The sudden deadly fury on Nathan's face had Cody stretching an arm over the back of the booth. 'Figure this, Nathan, when a woman puts light into a man's life and he pulls the shade, he's asking for somebody else to enjoy it. Is that what you want?'

'Don't push it, Cody.'

'No, I think you've already pushed yourself.' He leaned forward again, his face quietly serious. 'Let me tell you something, Nathan. You're a good man and a hell of an architect. You don't lie or look for the easy way. You fight for your men and for your principles, but you're not so hardheaded you won't compromise when it's time. You'll still be all of those things without her, but you could be a hell of a lot more with her. She did something for you.'

'I know that.' He shoved his all-but-untouched meal aside. 'I'm worried about what I might do to her. If it were up to me…'

'If it were up to you, what?'

'It comes down to the fact that I'm not better off without her.' That was a tough one to bring out in the open, to say plainly and live with. 'But she may be better off without me.'

'I guess she's the only one who can answer that.' He drew out his wallet and riffled through bills. 'I figure I know as much about this project here as you.'

'What? Yes, so?'

'So I got an airline ticket in my room. Booked to leave day after tomorrow. I'll trade you for your hotel room.'

Nathan started to make excuses, to give all the reasons why he was responsible for the project. Excuses, he realized, were all they would be. 'Keep it,' he said abruptly. 'I'm leaving today.'

'Smart move.' Cody added a generous tip to the bill.

Nathan arrived home at 2:00 a.m. after a frenzied stop-and-go day of traveling. He'd had to route through St. Louis, bump into Chicago, then pace restlessly through O'Hare for two and a half hours waiting for his connection to Baltimore. From there he took his only option, a puddle jumper that touched down hourly.

He was sure she'd be there. He'd kept himself going with that alone. True, she hadn't answered when he'd called, but she could have been out shopping, in the pool, taking a walk. He didn't believe she'd left.

Somewhere in his heart he'd been sure all along that no matter what he'd said or how they'd left things she would be there when he returned. She was too stubborn and too self-confident to give up on him because he'd been an idiot.

She loved him, and when a woman like Jackie loved, she continued to love, for better or for worse. He'd given her worse. Now, if she'd let him, he was going to try for better.

But she wasn't there. He knew it almost from the minute he opened his front door. The house had that same quiet, almost respectful feel it had had before she'd come into it. A lonely feel. Swearing, he took the steps two at a time, calling her.

The bed was empty, made up with Mrs. Grange's no-nonsense tucks. There were no colorful shirts or grubby shoes tossed anywhere. The room was neat as a pin. He detested it on sight. Still unable to accept it, he pulled open the closet. Only his own ordered clothes were there.

Furious with her, as well as himself, he strode into the guest room. And had to accept. She wasn't there, curled under tangled sheets. The clutter of books and papers was gone. So was her typewriter.

He stared for a long time, wondering how he could ever had thought it preferable to come home to order and peace. Tired, he sat on the edge of the bed. Her scent was still there, but it was fading. That was the worst of it, to have a trace of her without the rest.

He lay back on the bed, unwilling to sleep in the one he'd shared with her night after night. She wasn't going to get away with it, he thought, and instantly fell asleep.

'It's worse than pitiful for a grown man to cheat at Scrabble.'

'I don't have to cheat.' J.D. MacNamara narrowed his eyes and focused them on his daughter. 'Zuckly is an adjective, meaning graceful. As in the ballerina executed a zuckly pirouette.'

'That's a load of you-know-what,' Jackie said, and scowled at him. 'I let you get away with quoho, Daddy, but this is too much.'

'Just because you're a writer now doesn't mean you know every word in the dictionary. Go ahead, look it up, but you lose fifty points if you find it.'