life?”
“I don’t know,” Brianne said softly. “Maybe.”
“Then we work together. We hit the streets in Florida. We find out if Carter is still alive. Once we know for sure, we can decide what to do next.”
Brianne stepped away from Alex and hugged her torso. “You can do it without me.”
“Maybe. But we both knew Carter, and I think it’ll be easier—”
“I can’t.”
“Of course you can.”
She shook her head.
Alex didn’t want to pressure her, but she couldn’t say no. He needed her. “I know it won’t be easy, but I’ll be there with you every step of the way.”
“This is all too much to process right now. I need time. Will you give me that?”
“Of course,” he said. “Absolutely. I’ll give you my number and you call me whenever.”
“I’m not making any promises.”
“That’s fine.” Alex wasn’t about to pressure her, even if he needed her. Brianne would want to know. He felt that in his heart. She would think things over and then call him and tell him she wanted to help him find Carter.
At least he hoped so.
Because she had the key to finding Carter.
“I’ve got a business card in the car. I’ll go get it.”
Brianne nodded.
Alex went to the front door and jogged down the steps. There was a chill in the November air, reminiscent of the day he and Carter had gone into the mountain three years ago. Three years that had changed his life.
Because Carter hadn’t just destroyed him emotionally when he’d disappeared on that mountain. If Alex was right, he had taken the one thing from him more precious than any money.
While he and Carter had been in hiking the Canadian Rockies, someone had ransacked Alex’s home, emptying the safe of not only its cash but of a family heirloom that meant the world to him.
On her deathbed, Alex’s mother had given him a ring that had once belonged to her mother. His mother had told him that since she hadn’t had any daughters, she was passing the antique diamond engagement ring to him. That he should give it to the woman he would ultimately marry.
The memory burned him as he retrieved a business card from his car. At the time, he’d considered it a cruel twist of fate that his home had been robbed at the same time that his friend went missing. Now, he didn’t think it a coincidence at all.
His gut told him it was all a part of Carter’s plan.
Alex went back to Brianne’s front door. She swung the door open before he could.
To his surprise, he saw tears in her eyes.
“Brianne,” he said with alarm. “Are you okay?”
She wiped at her eyes and forced a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just overwhelmed, is all.”
Guilt slammed into him. Maybe it was unfair to involve her in his plan. She had gone through so much as it was…
“I’ll be fine,” she told him. “You have your card?”
“Yeah,” he replied and passed it to her. “The office number is on there, and my cell. You can reach me anytime.”
Nodding, she accepted the card. “Okay. I’ll call you.”
“I’ll talk to you later, then,” Alex said.
“Mmm hmm.”
Again, he was struck by her loveliness, and her vulnerability. His heart quickened.
Ignoring the feeling, he turned away from her and trotted down the steps.
He hoped it wasn’t a mistake to involve her in this. And yet, he didn’t know of another way.
He had to do what he had to do to get back what was taken from him.
Alex could live without the money that had been stolen from his place. Insurance had replaced it, anyway. But the ring that had meant so much to his mother. That was irreplaceable.
Alex wanted it back. And he intended to get it.
Chapter 3
Brianne went to the living room’s front window and peered outside. Alex’s car was still there, as if he were waiting for something. But moments later, she heard the engine turn over and his sleek and expensive Mercedes drove away from the curb. Only when his car was out of view did she ease back and let her body fall onto the plush sofa.
Carter. Alive. Could it be possible?
Brianne pulled her knees onto the sofa, holding them close to her chest. Her head was spinning. She felt more ambiguous than hopeful, more confused as opposed to certain about what she should do.
Why now? she thought. Why at a point when she had just resolved to let go of any hope that Carter was alive had Alex shown up at her door?
Was this a sign from God? A sign that she should not be giving up on Carter?
Brianne sat for several minutes, holding Alex’s card in her palm. What had happened was so bizarre that she almost couldn’t be sure if she were dreaming.
But she was awake, no doubt about it, which meant that what had just happened had actually happened.
She glanced down at the card in her hand. The name ALEX THORPE was written in big, bold letters. She didn’t know what was more unsettling, Alex’s sudden appearance at her door or what he’d told her.
Carter. Alive. How long she had waited to hear those words… Why wasn’t she jumping for joy?
Brianne got up from the sofa and went to her bedroom. Her best friend, Salina, was in New York pursuing her career as a chef and her new man. Brianne called her cell but got no answer. Again. The last she had heard from Salina was two weeks ago, and she’d said that she was working long hours, was stressed but that otherwise all was good.
“Hey, girl,” Brianne said when the voice mail picked up. “Something major just happened. Call me. I need to talk to someone.”
Unable to reach Salina, Brianne went to the closet, retrieved her suitcase and found the travel documents she’d had for her sister’s wedding at the Gran Bahia Principe hotel in Jamaica. She didn’t like the idea of disturbing Shayna while she was on her honeymoon, but this was an emergency.
She called the hotel in Jamaica. Within minutes, she was connected to her sister’s room.
After the third ring, Brianne thought no one was going to answer. Not that she expected them to. Either Shayna
