“It can.”
“Your father didn’t love anyone. Not even himself. But you’re not him. You never were. As for the rest of it, this is Fool’s Gold, not an op. You walked away from that life, Justice. More significant, you came here on purpose.”
He covered her hand with his. “I didn’t know where else to go. I had to see Patience again. But I wasn’t supposed to stay.”
“You’ve been drawn to this place since you left. You belong here. You have something special, something that can’t be manufactured.” Her expression turned sad. “Something so many of us want.”
He squeezed her fingers. “You’ll find the right guy.”
“I hope you’re correct. I want to and I’m afraid. I’ve never had such mixed emotions. Sometimes the desire is stronger and sometimes the fear. I’ve tried to create a formula to predict my emotions, but I’m unable to.”
He released her and stepped back. “Maybe that’s part of the magic of being human.”
She smiled. “I agree. There is an element of magic. And chemistry. While I can detail the process and even the hormones involved, I can’t tell you why one person will cause the reaction and another won’t. You were never interested in me that way.”
“No.” He pulled her close. “Life would have been easier if I had been.”
“For both of us.”
They held each other for a few seconds, and then she moved away.
“Although I was angry at the time, I’m glad we never had sexual relations,” she told him. “Not only because it could have damaged our friendship but because it might have been...” She hesitated.
“Gross” he offered.
She laughed. “Yes. Gross.” Her humor faded. “Justice, you will never truly be free of your past. But if you let that fear win, then so does your father. I know the man you are. I’ve seen you under nearly every circumstance possible. I know who you are when you’re exhausted and wounded and hopeless. I would trust you with my life. If I had a child, I would trust you with that child’s life. Whoever your father was has no bearing on who you have become. You’re a good man. Patience deserves a good man.”
He wanted to believe her. Wanted the promise of long years with Patience. Lillie’s offhanded comment about having a son had lodged in his brain. He would like that. He would also like a little girl. Children and a home. And a lifetime with Patience.
Felicia was right. He’d never forgotten her, had always thought about the girl he’d known so long ago. Stupid maybe, but true. So he’d come and she was even more than he’d imagined.
He wanted to give her all he had, to plan a future with her, to enjoy the rhythm of life in this ridiculous town. All that stood between this moment and that future was his father. Oh, and Patience, he thought with a smile. He had to convince her to say yes.
It was a simple choice. The past or the future. The wide-open bright light of promise or the small, dark corner of shame. Yes, a simple choice, but not an easy one. Because to pick the light meant having faith in himself.
“I can’t lose her,” he said.
Felicia sighed. “That’s so romantic.”
He glanced at his watch. “I have to go. Can we pick this up later?”
“Yes. Go.”
* * *
JENEL’S GEMS WAS an elegant store with more rings than Justice had ever seen in one place. Not that he could remember ever being in a jewelry store before. He hadn’t known about this one until he’d seen the box Lillie’s present had come in.
He stared down at the display of twinkling diamonds and felt his chest tighten. How was he supposed to decide?
“Good morning.”
A tall, pretty blonde walked in from the rear of the store and smiled at him. “I’m Jenel. How can I help?”
“I’m, uh, Justice Garrett. I want to buy an engagement ring.”
Her smile widened. “Based on your slightly panicked expression, I’m going to guess this is a decision made recently?”
“Just now. But it’s right. I won’t change my mind.”
“Good to know, although we do have a return policy.” She studied him. “Who’s the lucky lady? Just so you know, I’m very good at keeping secrets. Knowing the future bride helps me guide you toward the rings she would like most.”
“Patience McGraw.”
Jenel’s blue eyes lit up. “I know Patience. She’s wonderful and her daughter is adorable. I’m so happy for both of you. Don’t you love her new store? The logo is charming and so creative.” Jenel sighed. “This is great news. All right. You need to take a few deep breaths and then we’ll look at rings. Do you have anything in mind?”
She pointed to a padded stool. He sank down and looked at the display in front of him.
“I have no idea. Something nice. A ring she’d like.”
“Patience isn’t especially flashy, and with the work she does, a large solitaire might get in the way. Having said that, every girl loves a little flash with her bling. And it’s very satisfying to have a sparkly engagement ring.”
She pulled out several rings and put them on a padded, velvet tray. “These are simple solitaire diamonds. Classic and elegant. You can go any number of ways with the band. Platinum, gold or something with diamonds. I would urge you to consider the latter because she probably won’t wear her engagement ring all the time. Especially at work. So diamonds in a wedding band are a nice touch.”
He swallowed hard, muttered, “Sure,” then knew he was totally out of his league. He needed help, and fast. Then he saw it. A ring that seemed to sparkle more than the rest.
“That one,” he said, pointing to one in the case.
Jenel nodded. “Nice. It’s one of my favorites, too. One and a half carats, it’s a modified cushion-cut diamond with a double row of bead-set diamonds surrounding it. There are also some diamonds on the band, as you can see.”
Little of what she said made sense to him. What he saw was a large, somewhat square diamond surrounded by smaller diamonds. The whole thing was held up by a V structure.
She returned the other rings and pulled out the one he liked, along with several bands with diamonds.
“With this style, they can nestle together, and she’ll have a flat ring for work.”
He knew this was the moment where he decided to let go of the past and believe in his future. Together he and Patience could make it. He loved her. He’d probably loved her for the past fifteen years. Felicia was right—Patience was the reason he’d come back to Fool’s Gold. Now that he’d found her again, he never wanted to let her go.
He looked at Jenel. “That’s the one.”
“It’s beautiful, but if Patience doesn’t like it, I’ll happily exchange it for something else.”
His phone rang. He glanced at the screen and saw Patience’s name and number.
“Excuse me,” he said, and stood. “Hello?”
“Justice?” The sound was more of a sob than an actual word. Patience sucked in breath. “Justice?”
He could hear the tears in her voice. The panic. His body went very, very still.
“What’s wrong? Tell me what happened?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know. It’s L-Lillie. At school. A man c-came. He had a gun and he took her. Justice, please.” She began to cry.In less time than it took him to absorb the words, he began the process of disconnecting from all that was around him. There was only the moment and the mission. He didn’t know what had happened or why, but he knew how it was going to end.
“You’re at the school?” he asked.
“Yes, but Police Chief Barns wants me to go home.”
“I’ll be right there.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
“I DON’T understand.”
Patience didn’t know how many times she’d said the words, but they remained the truth. She didn’t understand. How could she? Things like this didn’t happen in real life. They were the stuff of crime shows and movies. She lived in Fool’s Gold. There was no way a man walked in to an elementary school and kidnapped her daughter.
Only it had happened and Lillie was gone.
Fear was cold and dark and clung to her like a giant leech. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. She wanted to scream she would do anything, give all she had, if only Lillie would come home.
She stood in her kitchen, shaking and fighting tears. Felicia was with her, as was Police Chief Barns. There were other people, too, but she couldn’t focus on them right now. Not when it was so hard to breathe.
“Why?” she asked.
Felicia put her hands on her shoulders. “You’re in shock. You need to keep your breathing steady and even. I’ll get you some water. I don’t know why, but offering water is what we do and drinking it is surprisingly helpful.”
Chief Barns shook her head. “I’m with you, Patience. None of this makes sense. We have a roadblock in place and are contacting state authorities. Every person in my department is out looking for Lillie. We’re interviewing her teacher. What we know is that a man walked into the classroom and took Lillie. He wanted her specifically. Can you think of a reason why? It’s not your ex-husband, is it?”
“Ned? I haven’t had contact with him in years.”
“Is there anyone new in your life?”
“Just Justice and he would never—”
“What did the kidnapper look like?”
Patience turned toward the speaker and saw Justice walking into the kitchen. She rushed to him and threw herself at him.
“You have to help,” she said, tears pouring down her cheeks.
“I will.” He lightly kissed her. “I’ll get her back, Patience. No matter what it takes, I will find her and bring her home.”
There was certainty in his eyes. A promise. She knew she could trust him with her child and was able to draw in a breath.
Chief Barns flipped open her small notebook and began to read from it.
“About five-eleven. Graying hair, brown eyes. Mid-to-late fifties. Black or dark jeans, a black T-shirt.”
Patience felt Justice tense.
“Did he have a scar on his cheek? His left cheek? Almost like a question mark?”
The police chief stared at him. “How did you know?”
Justice ignored her and turned to Felicia. “It’s Bart. We need to set up a command post and fast. Help the police. They’re out of their league on this one.”
Patience watched wide-eyed as Felicia crossed to the police chief and started talking about phones and computers and personnel. Then his words sank in.
“You know who took her?”
Justice’s expression tightened. “I do. I’m sorry. This is my fault.”
“What? Why?” Bart. He’d said Bart. Why was that name familiar?
“It’s my father.”
“But he’s dead. You said he died.”
“I thought he was. That’s what we were told. There was a fire.” He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter now. I’ve sensed he was nearby. I told myself I was imagining things, but I wasn’t.”
Justice wasn’t making sense. How could his father not be dead? Why would he have taken Lillie? She pressed her hands to her stomach and wanted to be able to scream her fear and frustration. Take me. That was the answer. She should have been the one, not Lillie.
She stood in the center of her living room as people moved around her. They all had purpose and all she could do was be afraid. Ava and Steve raced in.
Patience went to her mother and they held on to each other.
“I don’t understand,” her mother said over and over again.
Patience told her what she knew, which wasn’t much, and they clung to each other. Less than fifteen minutes later, the phone rang.
“We’re not ready,” Felicia said. “I can’t trace the call or tap in to it.”
Ava straightened. “We’ll use the phone in my office. It has a speakerphone.”
Patience realized everyone was waiting for her to answer. She walked into her mother’s office, both eager and reluctant to hear whatever Bart Hanson had to say. She felt more tears on her cheeks and pushed the speaker button.
“Hello?”
“You must be the mother. He’s there, isn’t he? My boy?”
“I want to talk to Lillie,” Patience said, her voice more firm than she would have expected. “I want to talk to my daughter right now.”
There was a short, humorless laugh. “You think you can boss me around? I don’t think so. You can’t talk to your daughter, but you can hear her.”
There was a moment of silence, followed by a short scream of terror. Patience lunged for the phone. The room spun, but she refused to give in to weakness.
“Stop it!” she screamed. “Stop it!”
The screams ended and there was only a soft whimpering sound.
Patience hung on to the desk. Arms came around her. She wasn’t sure who held her and she didn’t care. She needed to crawl through the phone lines and get to her daughter.
Justice moved closer. “You know this isn’t about Patience or her daughter.”
“No, it’s not, son. It’s about you. It’s always been about you. I’ve waited a long time to find you, and now I have.”
Patience was mindful of both Chief Barns and Felicia in the living room, frantically talking on their cell phones. The part of her brain that was still rational wondered if they were trying to trace the call. To find Bart so they could rescue Lillie.