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“Jessie, you died.”

She nodded. “I did and that wasn’t your fault, and until you recognize what you are truly feeling, you won’t be able to move on.”

“I think I know…” He stopped because he did know. He’d known all along and he hadn’t wanted to face it, couldn’t handle what he’d really felt. So he’d allowed the emotion to become one he could handle, one he could hold up high.

He’d taken the agony of his sorrow and shaped it into rage. Instead of embracing the grief of losing her, he’d turned it all into hate so he wouldn’t have to feel the shame of being tricked.

Shame. It was a useless, hateful thing. It did no good, robbed him of the chance to move forward.

It robbed him of his humanity, his grace and goodness. It made him hate, and he’d turned it inward. It froze him in place and allowed no sunshine in his life.

It took away his faith.

But he could take it back.

He stood up, something infinitely warm washing over him. “I’m sorry, Jessie.”

She sighed and stood, keeping a careful distance between them. “Me, too.” Her lips curled up slightly, a bittersweet expression. “You won’t see me again. I won’t whisper in your head anymore, but you have work to do.”

He nodded. “I know.” He moved to her and held his arms open. “Thank you for the good times we had. Thank you for leading me here because I think I’m going to stay.”

“I think you’re home.” She hugged him, squeezing him tight. “Good-bye.”

Michael woke up, the sun filtering through the curtains.

And knew what he had to do.

Chapter Fifteen

Lucy sat in the gloriously beautiful suite that Nate had taken over as his base of operations and wondered where Michael had spent the night. She prayed he hadn’t tried to get back to his place. The snow was still falling this morning, and she couldn’t stand the thought of him getting hurt.

“You found it in Ty’s bathroom?” Nate held up the container. He’d bagged it before examining it.

“Yes, she found it when she went looking for tissues.” Ty frowned. “I don’t actually have any of those. I use toilet paper when I need to sneeze.”

“I was crying,” she reminded him. “I don’t suppose you do a ton of crying, so you can be forgiven.”

“Was it in a closet you use often?” Gemma had her notepad out again, and there was a serious look on her face that let Lucy know she would pull her away at any given moment.

“Closet?” Ty snorted. “You’ve spent too much time in this suite. I don’t have a closet in my bathroom. I have a shower, a toilet, and a sink. She looked under the sink. I keep a few rolls of TP and cleaning supplies under there.”

“I moved some stuff around,” Lucy admitted. “I found that in the back. Obviously it’s got my prints on it.”

“I’ve already taken her prints. But I’ll need to process the bag.” Cam Briggs was still in his pajama bottoms and a T-shirt, a mug of coffee in his hand. When they’d walked in, he’d been on the phone talking to his wife about how he was stuck up here.

Because someone was trying to frame her for murder. It was completely surreal. Ty had moved the cyanide the night before and talked her into sleeping on what to do about it. She’d let him since it was clear it had been left for the state investigators to find, and there was no way they could get to the lodge before morning. Ty had needed time to be comfortable going to Nate. She’d always known they would be here this morning. She wasn’t about to fall into the trap of trying to cover up the cover-up.

“We’ll see if we can find any others,” Nate promised. “Ty, you’re sure this isn’t some cleaning product you use?”

“No,” Ty replied with surety. “We can check with the cleaning staff, but I know they wouldn’t store any cleaning product like that. It would go against protocols. Everything has to be labeled. Is there any way it’s not what we think it is?”

Cam shook his head. “I wouldn’t bet my life on it. It’s either cyanide or something like coke. The cocaine would be to give you a reason to have killed Brock.”

“Why would I kill Brock over cocaine?” Lucy wasn’t sure she followed Cam’s line of reasoning.

“Brock had cocaine in his room,” Nate replied. “They could claim you supplied him with the coke and killed him when he wouldn’t pay. I would bet whoever’s behind this has figured out the connection between Ty and Sawyer.”

“Sawyer doesn’t deal drugs,” Ty said, his voice going hard.

Nate held a hand up as though holding off the argument. “I know that. Sawyer and I have come a long way. We’re good, he and I. But he’s got a reputation, and if I was going to set Lucy up, he would be part of the narrative. Whoever this is obviously knows a lot about the two of you. Enough to know she’s staying with you.”


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