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telling me, Dad.”
“How are things there? Do you like Nathan’s family?”
“Yeah. They’re great. You’d like them too.”
“I have no doubt,” he said. “I’ll let you go. Just thought you should be aware.”
“Thanks. I love you.”
“I love you. Bye.”
Kathy put her hand on my arm. She must’ve noticed when my face fell. “Is everything all right?”
I forced a nod. “Yeah. Everything’s fine.” Slowly, I pushed my chair back and stood. “Excuse me,” I said to the group before walking out the door. I took the steps two at a time till I reached Nathan’s bedroom. The door was open, and I could hear the shower running in the bathroom.
I knocked on the bathroom door. “Nathan, get out of the shower!”
“What?” he shouted.
“Come out here! I need to talk to you!”
The water shut off, and I sat on the edge of the bed with my knees bouncing like they’d been electrified. The door opened and Nathan stepped out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam. He wore a pair of black dress pants and a belt. That was it.
“Sloan?”
I jerked my eyes up to meet his and immediately felt my cheeks heat up.
He was drying his head with a towel. “Are you blushing, Ms. Jordan?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
I held up my phone. “Put on a shirt. We need to talk.”
A lone water droplet slid from his chest down the center line of his stomach. I thought about catching it with my finger, or my tongue.
Sweet Jesus.
“Sloan?” he asked again. This time he was laughing.
I shook my head in an attempt to clear it. “My dad called.”
His brow scrunched together as he walked to his suitcase. “Congratulations. You got me out of the shower to tell me that?”
“The FBI showed up at my dad’s house looking for me,” I said, my voice elevating with every syllable. I watched him pluck a white t-shirt from his bag. “It was that agent from Texas.”
He stopped with one arm in and one arm out of the shirt. “Silvers?”
I nodded. “Why would she come all the way to North Carolina looking for me?”
He didn’t speak. Which was never a good sign with him.
“Nathan, I don’t want to go to jail!”
His eyes snapped to mine. “You’re not going to jail. They’re probably following up with you because they’re still looking for Abigail.”
“That’s not the reason. She wouldn’t get on a plane for that.” I pointed at him. “I’ll bet anything she knows we were lying.”
The corners of his mouth tipped up in a smile. “You’re willing to bet anything ?”
“Nathan! This is serious!”
He sat next to me. “Maybe, but don’t jump to conclusions. It’s a holiday. For all we know, she might have family in Asheville and she wanted to bring you a fruitcake.”
“You’re a terrible liar.” I dropped my face into my hands. “Nathan, what will we do?”
He was quiet for a moment, and he put his hand on mine. “I’ll find out what’s going on as soon as we get home.” He squeezed my fingers and let out a deep sigh. “But honestly, I don’t have the headspace to worry about it today.”
My shoulders slumped. I’d completely forgotten what the day would hold for him. My bottom lip poked out. “You’re right. I’m sorry for being insensitive.”
He released my hand, then stood. “Don’t apologize.”
“Are you wearing a suit today?” I asked.
“No. I’ve got a button up and a black sweater,” he said.
I scrunched up my nose.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I forgot my shoes, so I’m wearing my pretty black dress with my ugly brown boots.”
His shoulders shook with laughter. “Of course you are.”
“What time are we leaving here?”
He looked at his watch. “Probably in about an hour. The service is at one.”
* * *
The graveside service for Ashley was held at a small cemetery outside town. Nathan and I rode with his parents in the back of their SUV. In the snow, James had to use the four-wheel drive to make it up some steep hills. No one spoke in the
“How are things there? Do you like Nathan’s family?”
“Yeah. They’re great. You’d like them too.”
“I have no doubt,” he said. “I’ll let you go. Just thought you should be aware.”
“Thanks. I love you.”
“I love you. Bye.”
Kathy put her hand on my arm. She must’ve noticed when my face fell. “Is everything all right?”
I forced a nod. “Yeah. Everything’s fine.” Slowly, I pushed my chair back and stood. “Excuse me,” I said to the group before walking out the door. I took the steps two at a time till I reached Nathan’s bedroom. The door was open, and I could hear the shower running in the bathroom.
I knocked on the bathroom door. “Nathan, get out of the shower!”
“What?” he shouted.
“Come out here! I need to talk to you!”
The water shut off, and I sat on the edge of the bed with my knees bouncing like they’d been electrified. The door opened and Nathan stepped out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam. He wore a pair of black dress pants and a belt. That was it.
“Sloan?”
I jerked my eyes up to meet his and immediately felt my cheeks heat up.
He was drying his head with a towel. “Are you blushing, Ms. Jordan?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
I held up my phone. “Put on a shirt. We need to talk.”
A lone water droplet slid from his chest down the center line of his stomach. I thought about catching it with my finger, or my tongue.
Sweet Jesus.
“Sloan?” he asked again. This time he was laughing.
I shook my head in an attempt to clear it. “My dad called.”
His brow scrunched together as he walked to his suitcase. “Congratulations. You got me out of the shower to tell me that?”
“The FBI showed up at my dad’s house looking for me,” I said, my voice elevating with every syllable. I watched him pluck a white t-shirt from his bag. “It was that agent from Texas.”
He stopped with one arm in and one arm out of the shirt. “Silvers?”
I nodded. “Why would she come all the way to North Carolina looking for me?”
He didn’t speak. Which was never a good sign with him.
“Nathan, I don’t want to go to jail!”
His eyes snapped to mine. “You’re not going to jail. They’re probably following up with you because they’re still looking for Abigail.”
“That’s not the reason. She wouldn’t get on a plane for that.” I pointed at him. “I’ll bet anything she knows we were lying.”
The corners of his mouth tipped up in a smile. “You’re willing to bet anything ?”
“Nathan! This is serious!”
He sat next to me. “Maybe, but don’t jump to conclusions. It’s a holiday. For all we know, she might have family in Asheville and she wanted to bring you a fruitcake.”
“You’re a terrible liar.” I dropped my face into my hands. “Nathan, what will we do?”
He was quiet for a moment, and he put his hand on mine. “I’ll find out what’s going on as soon as we get home.” He squeezed my fingers and let out a deep sigh. “But honestly, I don’t have the headspace to worry about it today.”
My shoulders slumped. I’d completely forgotten what the day would hold for him. My bottom lip poked out. “You’re right. I’m sorry for being insensitive.”
He released my hand, then stood. “Don’t apologize.”
“Are you wearing a suit today?” I asked.
“No. I’ve got a button up and a black sweater,” he said.
I scrunched up my nose.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I forgot my shoes, so I’m wearing my pretty black dress with my ugly brown boots.”
His shoulders shook with laughter. “Of course you are.”
“What time are we leaving here?”
He looked at his watch. “Probably in about an hour. The service is at one.”
* * *
The graveside service for Ashley was held at a small cemetery outside town. Nathan and I rode with his parents in the back of their SUV. In the snow, James had to use the four-wheel drive to make it up some steep hills. No one spoke in the
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