Yet, what?

Sitting on the porch while Kyle played with his trucks in the yard, Denise tried to put her finger on it. She’d been around long enough to know something about the pattern of relationships. She knew that the initial feelings associated with love were almost like an ocean wave in their intensity, acting as the magnetic force that drew two people together. It was possible to be washed away in the emotion, but the wave wouldn’t last forever. It couldn’t-nor was it meant to be-but if two people were right for each other, a truer kind of love could last forever in its wake. At least, that’s what she believed.

With Taylor, however, it almost seemed as if he’d been caught in the wave, unaware of what might be left behind, and now that he realized it, he was trying to fight his way back against the current. Not all the time . . . but some of the time, and that’s what she seemed to be noticing lately. It was almost as if he were using work as an excuse to avoid the new realities of their situation.

Of course, if people start looking for something in particular, they’re more likely to find it, and she hoped that was the case now. It might simply be that Taylor was preoccupied by work, and his reasons seemed genuine enough. At night, after picking her up, he looked tired enough for Denise to know that he wasn’t lying to her about working all day.

So she kept as busy as she could, doing her best not to dwell on what might be happening between them. While Taylor seemed to be losing himself in his work, Denise threw herself into her work with Kyle with renewed energy. Now that he was speaking more, she began working on more complex phrases and ideas, while also teaching him other skills associated with school. One by one she began to teach him simple directions, and she worked with him to improve his coloring. She also introduced the concept of numbers, which seemed to make no sense to him whatever. She cleaned the house, she worked her shifts, she paid her bills-in short, she lived her life much the same as she had before she’d met Taylor McAden. But even though it was a life she was used to, she nonetheless spent most of the afternoons looking out the kitchen window, hoping to see him coming up the drive.

Usually, however, he didn’t.

Despite herself, she heard Melissa’s words once more.

All I know is that one day they seemed to be doing fine and the next thing you knew, it was over.

Denise shook her head, forcing the thought away. Though she didn’t want to believe that about him-or them-it was getting more and more difficult not to do so. Incidents like yesterday’s only reinforced her doubts.

She’d taken a bike ride with Kyle to the house Taylor was working on and had seen his truck parked out front. The owners were remodeling everything inside-the kitchen, the bathrooms, the living room-and the huge pile of scrap wood that had been torn from the interior of the house served as evidence that the project was a large one. Yet when she’d popped her head in to say hello, she’d been told by his employees that Taylor was out back, under the tree, eating his lunch. When she finally found him, he looked almost guilty, as if she’d caught him doing something wrong. Kyle, oblivious of his expression, ran over to him and Taylor stood to greet them.

“Denise?”

“Hey, Taylor. How are you?”

“Fine.” He wiped his hands on his jeans. “I was just having a quick bite to eat,” he said.

His lunch had come from Hardee’s, which meant he’d had to drive past her house to the far side of town in order to buy it.

“I can see that,” she said, trying not to let her concern show.

“So what are you doing here?”

Not exactly what I wanted to hear.

Putting on a brave face, she smiled. “I just wanted to stop by and say hello.”

After a couple of minutes Taylor led them inside, describing the remodeling project almost as if he were talking to a stranger. Deep down, she suspected it was simply his way of avoiding the obvious question as to why he’d chosen to eat here instead of with her, as he’d done all summer long, or why he hadn’t stopped in on his way past her house.

But later that night, when he’d picked her up to take her to work, he didn’t say much at all.

The fact that it wasn’t unusual anymore kept Denise on edge throughout her entire shift.

“It’s just for a few days,” Taylor said, shrugging.

They were sitting on the couch in the living room while Kyle watched a cartoon on television.

Another week had gone by and nothing had changed. Or rather, everything had changed. It all depended on her perspective, and right now Denise was leaning heavily toward the latter. It was Tuesday and he’d just come by to take her into work. Her pleasure at his earlier arrival had evaporated almost immediately when he’d informed her that he was leaving for a few days.

“When did you decide this?” Denise asked.

“Just this morning. A couple of the guys are going down and asked if I wanted to go along. South Carolina opens the hunting season two weeks earlier than we do around here, so I figured I’d head down with them. I feel like I need a break.”

Are you talking about me or work?

“So you’re leaving tomorrow?”

Taylor shifted slightly. “Actually, it’s more like the middle of the night. We’ll be leaving around three.”

“You’ll be exhausted.”

“Nothing that a thermos of coffee can’t fix.”

“You probably shouldn’t pick me up tonight,” Denise offered. “You need a little sleep.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll be there.”

Denise shook her head. “No, I’ll talk to Rhonda. She’ll bring me home.”

“Are you sure she won’t mind?”

“She doesn’t live that far from here. And it’s not like she’s been doing it very much lately.”

Taylor slipped his arm around Denise, surprising her. He pulled her close. “I’ll miss you.”

“You will?” she said, hating the plaintive note in her voice.

“Of course. Especially around midnight. I’ll probably wander out to my truck through force of habit.”

Denise smiled, thinking he’d kiss her. Instead he turned away, motioning with his chin toward Kyle.

“And I’ll miss you, too, little man.”

“Yes,” Kyle said, eyes glued to the television.

“Hey, Kyle,” Denise said, “Taylor’s leaving for a few days.”

“Yes,” Kyle said again, obviously not listening.

Taylor crawled down from the couch, creeping on all fours toward Kyle.

“Are you ignoring me, Kyle?” he growled.

Once Taylor was close, Kyle realized his intent and squealed as he tried to get away. Taylor grabbed him easily, and they began to wrestle on the floor.

“Are you listening to me?” Taylor asked.

“He’s wrestling!” Kyle shrieked, his arms and legs flailing. (Ees wesswing!)

“I’m gonna get you!” Taylor bellowed, and for the next few minutes there was pandemonium on the living room floor. When Kyle finally tired, Taylor let him pull away.

“Hey, when I get back, I’m going to take you to a baseball game. If that’s okay with your mom, of course.”

“Bessbaw game,” Kyle repeated wonderingly.

“It’s fine with me.”

Taylor winked, first at Denise, then at Kyle.

“Did you hear that? Your mom said we can go.”

“Bessbaw game!” Kyle cried, louder this time.

At least with Kyle he hasn’t changed.

Denise glanced at the clock.

“It’s about that time,” she said, sighing.

“Already?”

Denise nodded, then rose from the couch to collect her things. A couple of minutes later they were on their way to the diner. When they arrived Taylor walked with Denise to the front door.

“Call me?” she said.

“I’ll try,” Taylor promised.

They stood gazing at each other for a moment before Taylor kissed her good-bye. Denise went in, hoping that the trip would help clear his mind of whatever had been bothering him.

Perhaps it did, but Denise had no way of knowing.