I’m a guest at two wedding celebrations this summer. The couples are no longer in their first youth, which just goes to show that it’s never too late for love and marriage. The first wedding was held a few weeks ago. A long-time friend married his lady love, with their children from their former marriages in attendance at the ceremony in their new home. The second takes place on Labour Day weekend when another friend will wed her long-time beau. I’m looking forward to being there!
All this has had me thinking about Safe Harbor’s Pat Tierney and Devon Shaughnessy, the current man in her life. Should Pat be thinking about marrying Devon? She’s forty-seven years old. Does she want to spend the rest of her life alone?
But Safe Harbor and its sequel are mystery novels, not romances, and Pat isn’t looking for Mr. Right. At least not now. Devon is the first man she takes up with after a 20-year marriage and four years of widowhood. He’s not a take-charge kind of guy, and that’s fine with her. She wants a sympathetic ear, a warm pair of arms around her and the freedom to chart her own course. Devon gives her all of that.
Ever since they met years ago at university, Michael Tierney was the captain of their ship. Pat followed him into the financial services industry, and found that she really enjoyed helping clients get their financial houses in order. She never questioned Michael’s role as senior partner in the business. The possibility of co-captains never occurred to her.
After Michael’s death, Pat took the helm, and brought in Stéphane Pratt as the branch’s junior advisor. She found she liked being in charge.
When Jude Seaton made a surprise visit to her office on the day before New Year’s Eve, Pat learned that Michael and Jude had an affair eight years before. And they had a son, Tommy, who is now seven.
Pat’s world fell apart. Her happy memories of her marriage dissolved and were replaced with self-doubt. Why had Michael turned to Jude? Had there been other women in his life over the years?
Then Jude was found brutally murdered in her home. When the police delivered the news, Pat was with Devon, the American she’d met the summer before. She turned to him for comfort—and maybe, just maybe, to get even with Michael.
Pat is still seeing Devon, but he lives in Connecticut, while she’s in Toronto. He often visits on weekends and she occasionally meets him for a few days in New York. She doesn’t know if he’s Mr. Right or if she even wants a Mr. Right. She has her own home, her family and a business to run. A few days every few weeks with a handsome, attentive man is all she needs at the moment. Devon may not be Mr. Right, but he’s a perfectly fine Mr. Right Now.