16 Lighthouse Road by Debbie Macomber

hung in the air, trapped by the smoke. The music came from a jukebox and was earsplitting loud. Cecilia had to struggle to hear her customers’ orders.
    One man who drank alone seemed to speak softly in an effort to force her to lean closer. He was older, at least forty, and he sent out all the signals—he was interested in her. He gave her the creeps and Cecilia did her best to ignore him. The way his eyes followed her about the room made her skin crawl.
    By closing time only a few patrons lingered; unfortunately her admirer was one of them. Cecilia’s feet hurt and her eyes smarted from the smoke. She was eager to collect her tips and head home. Just when she thought she was finished for the night, Ian and Andrew Lackey, another sailor, walked into the bar.
    Cecilia tensed, especially when she noticed Ian’s demeanor. It was obvious The Captain’s Galley hadn’t been his first stop. Her husband didn’t hold his liquor well, never had, and generally avoided anything stronger than beer.
    Her attention was on Ian when she should have been keeping closer tabs on the loner whose gaze had been glued to her for the last four hours.
    â€œYou wanna bite to eat?” The husky male voice spoke from behind her.
    Cecilia whirled around.
    â€œI’m Bart, and you’re Cecilia, right?”
    â€œRight.” She watched Ian and his friend stroll up to the bar. Her husband seemed to be pretending she wasn’t there. But then, that was his preferred approach to anything awkward or inconvenient, wasn’t it? “Actually it’s been a long night,” she answered, her gaze flicking back to Bart. “Another time.” In your dreams, she added silently.
    â€œYou’ve gotta be hungry.”
    â€œAh…”
    Ian finally glanced in her direction, and his eyes narrowed when he saw her talking to the other man.
    â€œHey, it’s no big deal. Breakfast, conversation.” Bart continued the pressure. “You look like you could use a friend and I can be a very good…friend.”
    Cecilia was more concerned about Ian than ditching Bart. “I don’t think so.”
    â€œTomorrow then, just you and me.”
    â€œI…” Her gaze flew from Bart to Ian, who was scowling heavily. She was afraid he’d cause a scene, which she wanted to avoid, for everyone’s sake.
    Ian leaned toward his friend and whispered, but Andrew adamantly shook his head. Cecilia could see that Ian was looking for trouble and his friend was trying to dissuade him.
    â€œPerhaps another night,” Cecilia said quickly, putting Bartoff. That seemed the best way of getting rid of him before Ian did something stupid.
    Her husband stepped away from the bar. “Is he bothering you?” he demanded, his words half-slurred.
    â€œButt out,” Bart snarled, angry at the interruption. He seemed to think he was making progress with Cecilia. He wasn’t, but Ian didn’t know that and apparently neither did he.
    Andrew tried to stop him, but Ian shook off his hand and advanced a menacing step. He wasn’t about to back down, even if Bart outweighed him by fifty pounds. “In case you didn’t know it, you’re trying to pick up my wife.”
    Bart glanced at Cecilia as if to gauge the truth. She didn’t dare meet his look.
    â€œWe’re divorced, remember?” she taunted, reminding her husband that it’d been his idea to pretend they were no longer married.
    â€œThe hell we are.”
    â€œYou’re the one who said we should just get on with our lives.”
    â€œI…I…” Ian sputtered, searching for a satisfactory reply.
    â€œWhy should you care if I date another man?”
    â€œBecause until a judge says otherwise, you’re legally my wife!”
    â€œAre you married or not?” Bart muttered.
    â€œMarried!” Ian shouted.
    â€œSeparated,” Cecilia said.
    Bart reached for his jacket. “In that