fine. Tell me what I can do. I’ll do anything. Anything you want.”
“It’s just…he’s still out there. He could get to me through anybody.”
“I can’t even imagine how you must feel.” He couldn’t really. He had never known pain or loss like Becca had. The last months of his life longing for Lily were nothing compared to what Becca had suffered through.
Becca rose quickly as she heard footsteps approaching them. She put her hand on her side arm as she took a defensive stance, shoulders squared, head up, in front of Ian.
“You both ready? The jet is fueled and ready to go.”
Her defenses rested as she threw her arms around Sam’s broad shoulders. “Did I miss something?”
“No, just a lot of memories in here,” Becca replied, as she released him from her embrace and moved to gather the things she wanted, as Sam noticed a visibly shaken Ian.
“Becca and I just need to get our gear from my place then we’ll be ready to go.”
“I’ll get my things and meet you at the plane. I have the driver waiting.”
“You’re coming with us?”
Sam brought Becca back into his protective arms. “I know I can’t tell you where she is, but there’s nothing against me tagging along while you find her. Plus, I just got you back,” Sam responded, as he kissed her forehead. “You’re not going anywhere without me.”
“You sure? I have a feeling January can be brutal in Iceland.” Becca pulled away from him, letting her fingers slip through his.
“I think I can handle a little cold weather.”
Sam wrapped his arm around Becca’s waist as they exited the vault. Ian picked up a few more things before Sam keyed in the same twenty digits and closed the vault. They walked away from the vault as Abe stepped away from the shadows.
“Looks like I’ll be making a trip to Iceland.” Abe straightened his coat and tie before disappearing into nothingness.
“You know you don’t work here, right?” Renee said, as she came around the bar to where Lily was wiping it down.
“I’m just trying to help.” She put the rag down and turned to face Renee.
“I know.” Renee wrapped her arms around Lily. “I’m fine, for now anyway.” Renee pulled back, her arms still around Lily. “You go. Find that gorgeous brother of yours and have some family bonding time.”
“Peter, right. He’ll be working on something, I’m sure. I’ll catch up with him eventually.”
“Did he ever tell you when he was going to leave you that surprise?”
Lily shook her head. “No, not yet.”
Lily trusted Peter, implicitly. She just didn’t know what he was up to. If anyone could bring Ryan back to her, it would be Peter. But, why the note? Why the candle? Why not just find her and take her in his arms?
Lily picked up her coat and slipped it over her shoulders, before grabbing the stocking cap from her pocket. She shoved it on her head and whipped her crimson scarf around her neck. “I’ll check on you later.”
“Thanks for today. I don’t know how I would have made it through the funeral without you.”
Lily took Renee’s hand. “Call me, really. If you need anything.”
“I will.”
With that, Lily headed for the door and into her awaiting Jeep.
Thoughts of Ryan were consuming her on the drive. She felt like she was going to crawl out of her skin. She needed to run, far and fast. The daylight was wavering on the horizon, but she couldn’t stand the feeling anymore – she had to get out. She parked the Jeep at the edge of her usual hunting ground and stepped out into the fading light, almost every inch of her covered in fabric.
She took off at full speed into the forest. Her clothes were restraining. She wanted the feel of the wind on her face, it ripping through every strand of her chestnut locks. She tore the stocking cap from her head and the crimson scarf flew from her neck in one swift motion. She could feel her skin come to life in the soft sunlight. A golden glow streaking through the
“It’s just…he’s still out there. He could get to me through anybody.”
“I can’t even imagine how you must feel.” He couldn’t really. He had never known pain or loss like Becca had. The last months of his life longing for Lily were nothing compared to what Becca had suffered through.
Becca rose quickly as she heard footsteps approaching them. She put her hand on her side arm as she took a defensive stance, shoulders squared, head up, in front of Ian.
“You both ready? The jet is fueled and ready to go.”
Her defenses rested as she threw her arms around Sam’s broad shoulders. “Did I miss something?”
“No, just a lot of memories in here,” Becca replied, as she released him from her embrace and moved to gather the things she wanted, as Sam noticed a visibly shaken Ian.
“Becca and I just need to get our gear from my place then we’ll be ready to go.”
“I’ll get my things and meet you at the plane. I have the driver waiting.”
“You’re coming with us?”
Sam brought Becca back into his protective arms. “I know I can’t tell you where she is, but there’s nothing against me tagging along while you find her. Plus, I just got you back,” Sam responded, as he kissed her forehead. “You’re not going anywhere without me.”
“You sure? I have a feeling January can be brutal in Iceland.” Becca pulled away from him, letting her fingers slip through his.
“I think I can handle a little cold weather.”
Sam wrapped his arm around Becca’s waist as they exited the vault. Ian picked up a few more things before Sam keyed in the same twenty digits and closed the vault. They walked away from the vault as Abe stepped away from the shadows.
“Looks like I’ll be making a trip to Iceland.” Abe straightened his coat and tie before disappearing into nothingness.
“You know you don’t work here, right?” Renee said, as she came around the bar to where Lily was wiping it down.
“I’m just trying to help.” She put the rag down and turned to face Renee.
“I know.” Renee wrapped her arms around Lily. “I’m fine, for now anyway.” Renee pulled back, her arms still around Lily. “You go. Find that gorgeous brother of yours and have some family bonding time.”
“Peter, right. He’ll be working on something, I’m sure. I’ll catch up with him eventually.”
“Did he ever tell you when he was going to leave you that surprise?”
Lily shook her head. “No, not yet.”
Lily trusted Peter, implicitly. She just didn’t know what he was up to. If anyone could bring Ryan back to her, it would be Peter. But, why the note? Why the candle? Why not just find her and take her in his arms?
Lily picked up her coat and slipped it over her shoulders, before grabbing the stocking cap from her pocket. She shoved it on her head and whipped her crimson scarf around her neck. “I’ll check on you later.”
“Thanks for today. I don’t know how I would have made it through the funeral without you.”
Lily took Renee’s hand. “Call me, really. If you need anything.”
“I will.”
With that, Lily headed for the door and into her awaiting Jeep.
Thoughts of Ryan were consuming her on the drive. She felt like she was going to crawl out of her skin. She needed to run, far and fast. The daylight was wavering on the horizon, but she couldn’t stand the feeling anymore – she had to get out. She parked the Jeep at the edge of her usual hunting ground and stepped out into the fading light, almost every inch of her covered in fabric.
She took off at full speed into the forest. Her clothes were restraining. She wanted the feel of the wind on her face, it ripping through every strand of her chestnut locks. She tore the stocking cap from her head and the crimson scarf flew from her neck in one swift motion. She could feel her skin come to life in the soft sunlight. A golden glow streaking through the
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