his eyes closed.
Jak laid his grandfather down gently and went for help.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
Harper smiled as the door swung open, laughing when Rylee pulled her inside. “Get in here immediately.” She practically pulled Harper into the living room, pushing her down on the loveseat. “Stay there,” she demanded as she fast-walked out of the room. Harper took off her jacket, laying it on the edge of the couch and setting the bag with Rylee’s belated Christmas gift down next to her, as Rylee came back in, a wine bottle in one hand, two glasses in the other.
Harper chuckled. “Isn’t it a little too early to drink?”
“Um, no. Not when I haven’t seen my friend in weeks and every time I hear from her, with a two-line text, mind you, her life has exploded again.”
Exploded.
Not an exaggeration. Harper still felt shell-shocked.
“I’m sorry, Ry. You’re right. So much has been happening, I’ve just been trying to keep up.” And she’d been singularly focused on Jak and falling head over heels in love with him, she could admit that too.
She gave Rylee an apologetic look. “And I’m not going to be able to stay too long. Jak is with Agent Gallagher, but I told him I’d be waiting when he gets back.”
“That’s okay. I’ll take what I can get.” Rylee winked at her and poured them each a glass of wine and handed one to Harper. Harper took it, taking a sip and then letting out a deep breath.
Rylee had taken a sip of her own wine and now was looking at Harper over the rim of her glass. “You’re in love.”
She smiled, sitting back. “I am. Ridiculously in love, Ry.” And despite the recent upheaval, she felt at peace inside, for the first time in what felt like forever.
Rylee smiled, looking like she might be about to cry. “I’m so happy,” she whispered. “And I want to meet him immediately.”
Harper grinned. “You will. He’s coming to live with me.” She held up a hand when Rylee opened her mouth to ask if she thought that was a good idea, Harper could tell. “I know it’s sudden. But . . . it’s right. Jak needs to figure out his own life, and he knows that. But we’re going to do it together. It feels right.”
Rylee watched her for a second and then smiled. “It must, because I’ve never seen such peace in your eyes.”
Harper grinned, taking another sip of wine. “There are still some loose ends as far as what exactly happened to Jak,” she said. “But, those questions will be answered eventually, or they won’t. Either way, he’s good. He’s the strongest man I’ve ever known.”
Live! The words he’d said to her on the side of that cliff a lifetime ago rang through her head as they’d done before—down deep in her subconscious, and floating to the surface now and again, the rallying cry not to give up. And she hadn’t. Because of him.
Then she told her friend what Agent Gallagher had discovered, what she and Jak had discovered after he’d disappeared into the woods, back to the one place that still felt like home to him, though she vowed she would change that. She would be his home. From that day forward. And he would be hers.
Rylee sat, mouth gaping. “Do the police think Driscoll killed your parents too? So that he could kidnap you and make you part of his study?”
Harper frowned. “They don’t know. And I might never know. But yes, it’s the best theory as of now.”
“Good lord,” Rylee said. “I can’t believe something that demented was going on right here in Helena Springs.”
“I know. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it all.” And that would likely take a while. But she was a survivor. She always would be. Was there any reason to know the why and how about her parents? About why she had been chosen? Not really. It wouldn’t bring them back. It wouldn’t change the outcome of their lives. I lived.
And Jak was the greatest survivor of all time as far as she was concerned. Her hero. Her love. Her forever mate.
“So what happens from here?”
“Agent Gallagher is still working the case, trying to figure out who killed Driscoll. And he’s trying to identify the bodies found on Driscoll’s property.” A shiver went through her—how close she’d come to being nothing but remains on Driscoll’s land. A red X on his hand-drawn map. She took a deep breath. “But while that unfolds, I’m