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You think I do? He’s getting reckless. That’s a first.
Rafe
Has your team found anything?
West
We’re working on it now. Triangulating cell towers. Not legal, strictly speaking, but it’s untraceable.
Rafe
I hate this. I should fly over.
West
No, let me handle it. If you think you have some kind of leak in your organization, this is for the best.
Rafe
How is she handling it?
West
Beautifully.
Rafe
What does that mean?
West
She isn’t letting it stop her. She’s scared, but brave. She’s working on her clothes for the fashion showcase. I think she’s good here, man.
Rafe
Thanks again. I owe you one.
West
Don’t mention it.
Rafe
And you’re going to Costa Rica next week. I have it sorted.
CHAPTER36
WEST
Fairhaven used to be quiet. It was that way since I moved back after Dad died, after this house finally became my own again, when parties became fewer and dinners rarer.
But it’s not quiet anymore.
Knowing she’s upstairs. Seeing her walk through the gardens outside my window. Hearing Ernest tell me that she successfully caught the cat and that they’re driving to the vet to see if it’s chipped. Her presence is now everywhere, slotting into the mosaic of the place and turning it alive.
All of it makes the place feel like a home again.
And I realize that it never really felt that way before—not really.
