Prodigal Son by Susan Mallery

“Come on. He’s not going to be critical.”
    “Uh-huh. You say that now, but neither of you has seen me throw.”
    She picked up the slightly slobbery ball, braced herself and threw as hard as she could. It made it, oh, maybe a third of the way it had before. Charlie shot her a look that clearly asked if that was the best she could do before running after the ball. This time when he returned, he dropped it at Jack’s feet.
    “So much for not being critical,” she said.
    Jack laughed and tossed the ball again.
    They settled on the blanket. The sun felt good in the cool morning. She could hear laughter and dogs barking. Families with children in strollers walked on the paved path that went around the dog park. There was the occasional canine tussle, but as Jack had said, no real trouble.
    After about fifteen minutes of catch, Charlie came back and flopped down next to them.
    “He’s just resting,” Jack told her. “Soon he’ll be ready for the Frisbee. Then watch out. He can catch just about anything.”
    She rubbed the dog’s belly. “I can’t wait to see him in action.”
    “He’ll show off for you.”
    “I hope so.”
    Charlie licked her arm, then closed his eyes and wiggled in the sun.
    “What a life,” she said. “I used to see dogs in New York all the time. I wondered what it was like for them to be in a city, but Charlie is hardly suffering.”
    Jack narrowed his gaze. “Is that a crack about the doggy day care?”
    “No. Of course not. Why would I say anything about that?” She was careful not to smile as she spoke.
    “Somehow I don’t believe you, so I’m going to change the subject. Do you miss New York?”
    She crossed her legs and shrugged out of her jacket. “Sure. It’s a great city. But I can already see the potential here. The feeling is different, but in a good way. In New York I always felt I had to be going or doing or I’d miss something. I don’t feel so frantic here.”
    “I like it. And the people. Are you missing your ex?”
    A subtle way to ask about her divorce, she thought. It was a fair question. “No. The marriage was over long before I left. Unfortunately, I didn’t notice.”
    “Did he agree with that?”
    “No. Vance wasn’t happy about me leaving.” She ignored the memories of fights and screaming. “I just couldn’t trust him anymore and once trust is destroyed, it’s over.”
    “He cheated?”
    The question surprised her until she realized it was a logical assumption, based on what she’d said. “Nothing that simple. I met Vance through my work—a fund-raiser I worked on. He’s a cardiologist. He has an excellent reputation and everyone who knew us both thought we’d make a great couple. So did I. He was divorced, but was still really close with his kids. I thought that meant something.”
    Jack frowned. “You wanted kids.”
    She laughed. “Right, we used to talk about it. You thought two was plenty. I wanted four. You were uncomfortable with three because an odd number would make travel difficult. Ever practical.”
    “It’s true. Try finding a hotel room that sleeps five.”
    “Okay. Good point. Anyway Vance knew I wanted children. We discussed it at length.” That’s what got her, she thought. That he’d agreed. “We even discussed names.”
    “He changed his mind?”
    “More than that. He lied.” She shook her head. “I was such a fool. We decided to wait a little, get settled in our marriage. Then, when I was ready to start trying, he kept putting it off. I never suspected anything. Finally I pressured him into agreeing it was time.”
    She paused as she mentally edited her past. There were so many other reasons she’d left Vance, but this was the easiest to explain.
    “Nothing happened,” she said. “Months went by. Finally, I spoke to my doctor, who agreed to do some tests. It made sense for me to go in first. After all, Vance had already fathered children. I came through fine and then it was time for Vance to make an