Brody looked out the window. “It’s kind of in the art field, but I could make a decent living.”

“Let’s talk about things you like to do. Lucas said you play baseball for UMass?”

“I’m shortstop, but not pro material, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I’m just trying to get a feel for the things you enjoy. What else? What do you do in your spare time?”

“I spend a lot of spare time at the beach. I surf a little. I wait tables at the Even Keel in the summer to supplement the money my parents give toward college. I’ve helped Lucas with construction, but I don’t have a knack for it like he does.”

Kate’s legs ached from sitting. She stood and crossed the room. “Any other jobs you’ve held or volunteer positions you’ve enjoyed?”

“I enjoy working, so I’ve liked all my jobs. I was a lifeguard at Cisco beach for a couple summers. When school is in session, I tutor a couple local middle schoolers for extra money. That’s rewarding. One of my students is a boy with a learning disability. His parents were really frazzled about his schoolwork. I tutored him last year starting after Christmas break, and his grades went from, like, Ds and Fs to Bs and Cs.”

“You must be quite the tutor.”

“Nah, Jared just needed some encouragement and help getting organized. He’s a bright kid—he just had trouble remembering his homework and focusing.” Brody lifted a shoulder. “He’s a huge Giants fan and I found ways of relating that to his schoolwork.”

“Have you considered changing back to education?”

Brody tucked his chin, and his eyebrows hiked up. “Not really.”

“Why not?”

He looked away. “I don’t know.”

“You seem to like kids and know how to motivate them.”

“There’s not much money involved in teaching.”

“You get summers off . . .”

Lucas grinned. His even white teeth reminded her of Lucas’s. “Good point.”

The bright sunlight from the window beckoned Kate. “Well, it’s something to consider. I wouldn’t fret about changing gears with your major. This is the rest of your life you’re talking about, so it’s important to follow your passion. The main thing is finding out where your passions lie.”

“Too bad I can’t major in girls.”

Kate looked out over the street where tourists meandered down the brick sidewalks. A movement below caught her eye. Lucas stood in front of the shop with an auburn-haired woman. She wore a sleeveless ivory sweater and ivory slacks. The woman placed her hand on Lucas’s arm, letting it linger. Her head tilted toward Lucas like she would live or die by his next words.

“ . . . give it some thought,” Brody was saying.

Kate peered though the old, wavy pane. “Who’s the woman outside? The one talking to Lucas?”