“Honey, don’t bother Mr. Smiley,” Lin Su said. “He just raced for over nine hours! And you know he doesn’t have his phone with him!”

“Text him,” Winnie said. “He’ll catch up with his phone.”

Lin Su sighed heavily. “Did it ever occur to you to be a good influence?”

“I am. I’m training Charlie to trust his instincts. He should text. After all, the rooting section is right here and we’ve been waiting all day.”

Charlie’s thumbs started clicking away wildly. Lin Su found herself thinking that if he learned to do his homework as rapidly, he would be president one day. But the clicking went on...and on...and on...

“Charlie, what are you saying to him? For heaven’s sake, don’t you think he’ll be a little tired after today?”

“I think he won’t look at his texts until he’s recovered a little,” Winnie answered for Charlie. “What did you text?” she then asked Charlie.

“Asking if he really won, saying we’re all watching and tracking the race, waiting to hear the official results, that we hope he feels okay and was it a good race and when is he coming home and does he want me to fly down to Tahoe and drive him so he can rest.” And at that last, he grinned his best boyish grin.

* * *

Lin Su finally coaxed Charlie home just before eight. She suggested a movie and popcorn, but he wasn’t interested. He wanted to read one of his training books and keep his phone and laptop open in case there was any news from Blake. Feeling like a movie for herself, she told Charlie to go to her bed with his book and electronics and she would keep the volume down.

Grace had introduced Lin Su to her stash of chick flicks and she had selected two. Troy had added two DVDs that Charlie might find tolerable—one action, one spy drama. Since Charlie was into his training program, Lin Su popped in The Holiday and pretended to be Cameron Diaz falling in love with Jude Law. At about the time she was going to make a commitment to Jude, she heard Charlie’s phone chime with an incoming text. She waited and listened but didn’t hear anything. Then the phone, in the other room, chimed again. She put the movie on pause and got off the couch.

Poor Charlie. He was sprawled over his book, his glasses all wonky, his laptop sleeping as soundly as he. So she picked up the phone and read the text.

Just got your text. Yep, I took it—surprised me as much as anyone. I want to come home tomorrow, but we’ll see how I feel after awards in the morning.

She picked up the phone and took it to the couch. She began to text.

Congratulations. Lin Su here—Charlie fell asleep but he was waiting to hear from you. I’ll tell him about your text in the morning.

She was barely finished when her cell phone began to ring and she answered in surprise. “Hello?”

“What’s a fourteen-year-old kid doing asleep at ten o’clock on a Saturday night?” Blake asked.

“I think following your race, the excitement of it and all, just wore him out. He’s sprawled on my bed, his training book under his head and his laptop... Wait a minute. What’s a triathlete who just completed a nine-hour race doing up?”

“Nine hours and fifteen minutes, thank you very much. I was a little too wired after the race. And there was a little celebrating to do. I’m winding down now. I should sleep well.”

“I’ll bet. Was it awful?”

“It was awful good. I never expected to win that one. In fact, I was planning on not winning, but I wanted to do well. Well enough so that when the front-runners for the Kona talk about contenders they’ll notice how well I did on the mountains and speculate on how that translates into the island race and fear me.” He laughed. “That’s what I was going for. I’ll have to remember that. Obviously good strategy.”

“Are you sore?”

“I had a rubdown, I’m all right. The morning after a race is always a little creaky, but I’m feeling good. And you? You’re all right?”

“Me?” she asked. “Oh, I’m fine. Very well, thank you. I got Winnie a walker and she’s now a speed demon. We’re going to have to keep an eye on that.”

“Charlie’s workouts are going well?” he asked.

“He’s very happy with his progress. You said six days a week, less than an hour each day, but I’m afraid he’s impossible to stop—he’s at it every day and has to be bribed off the equipment after an hour. I haven’t seen him this excited about anything since the day he inherited that laptop from one of my patients a few years ago.”

“No problems with his asthma?” Blake asked.

She was reminded that’s what their relationship was all about—Charlie’s training program. “No problems at all. Be sure to tell Gretchen he’s doing well. He was quite taken with her.”

“No doubt,” Blake said with a laugh in his voice. “I’ll try to remember if I talk to her.”

“But she’s there,” Lin Su said. “That’s her job, to be there while you race, isn’t it?”

“Gretchen decided to race in the women’s division. She finished very well. I haven’t seen her since the race. We all went in different directions. I had acquaintances here, and she had other clients and the support crew from her training facility. They’re all going back to Boulder together, probably tomorrow, but I didn’t ask. No worries, I’ll be talking to her this week—she runs statistics for me routinely.”

“Statistics?”

“Race times, winners, weather conditions, everything. Plus she keeps my personal statistics logged, just like what Charlie’s doing for his training, though for a slightly different reason.”

“Slightly,” she echoed.

“I haven’t talked to you too much since you moved into your loft. Gretchen was in residence and I was getting in that uncommunicative race mode. So, is it good? Your loft?”

“Grace’s loft,” she corrected. “When she was renovating the flower shop she finished off the upstairs, which had been used for storage. Now it’s a small apartment. It has as much of a kitchen as I had in that trailer but is so much more comfortable. And I guess I don’t have to tell you about the neighborhood...”

“Plus you’re close to your job,” he said.

“And school. Charlie seems to really like the school. He’s getting phone calls from girls about homework.”

“That always helps a guy settle into a new school, a little notice from the girls.”

“He says he took Frank’s advice and is offering to help the kids with their studies. Um, Frank... Frank’s a kid from town Charlie met last summer. He’s a genius, Charlie says—going to MIT on a scholarship. But as Charlie tells it, Frank was a nerd in glasses and kind of small when he was Charlie’s age, so they bonded.”

There was quiet for a long moment. “That kid,” Blake finally said. “Never underestimate that kid. He has great insight. His instincts are on target.”

“You’re right,” she said. “He amazes me. Um, I should hang up now. You should rest—you’ve had a very long day.”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “Yeah, I have. Hope I’ve unwound enough to sleep. These races—you either crash afterward or are too wired to sleep. Tell Charlie I’ll text him if I’m on my way tomorrow.”